Her violet eyes focused on his face and remained there for several minutes in which a silence reigned across the Throne Room.
A elderly man named Tristian spoke up but was not heard in the thoughts that roamed the vast libraries of the Princess' mind. Trstian shifted, uncomfortable with being ignored, and growled. "Princess? Did you hear what I said?"
Her eyes shot from the face of the man whom she had centered on and fell upon her elder's face. The Princess, whose face was often warm and smiling, became very intimidating even though her face differed very much as she had only formed a small glare.
"P-Princess?" Tristian spoke out, again, against his own will or want but the poor man was adament he recieve an answer.
She opened her lips, slowly, and everyone saw how she pressed her teeth together in silent frustration then when she finally spoke, it was dead silent. "Lord Tristian," The Royal began with the elder's man name coming from her pink lips like a dagger made from ice. "Although you may not be aware of this, I can assure you that I am."
Tristian moved his eyes from the Princess' face to the floor and squeezed them shut.
"You see, O'wise Advisor, that I do have ears into which your voice flows however, grating it is." She pointed to pointed elven ears that was nestled in long locks of golden hair. "I comprehend what you say no matter if I am peering upon your face or not." The Princess stood. "And as the Goddesses may have it, I care not for what you had to speak of. This matter concerning the warefare of the Spoiled and Rich's gold."
"Your Majesty!" Tristian gapped.
"Should my brain be clouded by the bits of gold lost to such a priviellged few that I forget the duties to my people who are scrounging enough rupees to eat?" She glared with her violet eyes and captured the breath of the older man who opened and closed his mouth for he had no words. "Nothing to say, Lord Tristian?"
He shook hish ead.
"If there is nothing more to say than I will be leaving." The Princess stood up and smoothed out the few wrinkles on her simple blue dress. "Good day, Tristian."
The man in the back whom the Princess had previously held in her attention gave a slight nod and slipped from the Court. He was followed by the Princess who shared a few more words with the Court in regard to their priorities.
"Princess, you should not be so hard on them." The man spoke, his sharp blue eyes meeting purple ones.
She gave a slight frown. "I am tired of being 'advised' by men who are blind!"
He nodded. "I understand, Your Highness, but you must ease them into this new...Reign."
She sighed. "I am not Queen yet, Sir Link."
The man, Link, smiled and held his arm out in a gesture that he would escort the young woman. She took it and they began their descent into the halls of Hyrule Castle. Link stopped, however, before they were to part.
"Princess?"
"Yes?"
"May I ask why you were so enamored with my face?" The question was geniune and it cause a very sweet smile to flitter across the Princess' features.
"You may." She turned toward the man who she had known for many years. "I see a future king in your face."
"Future King, Milady?"
"Yes." The young woman opened the door to a room where she would be signing and declining new laws for the rest of the day. "My Future King."