He wasn’t entirely sure about it still — he liked the bands he’d chosen for her, and the symbol he’d constructed looked good, but there was an art to this and it was one he wasn’t actually trained in. He wasn’t sure if it was enough, to really encompass everything that was Zelda. When she angled it up against his chest, though, his heart started beating about three times as quickly. It fit, and it looked perfect — he couldn’t wait to add it to his story. To add her to his story.

Alfred smiled, then leaned in to kiss her again — a long and slow and tender kiss. When he pulled back he reached down to take her arm in his hands again, admiring his handiwork. He reached up to brush his thumb over one of the horizontal bands with a quick smile. “This one sort of outranks me,” he admitted, reaching his other hand up to brush against the corresponding mark in the center of his chest.