Hidden behind a veil and a headscarf, you slowly made your way down the path which had been formed in the crowd. Standing tall and proud, you walked with confidence in your gait, one glove hand raised to wave at the many people that cheered and sang at your appearance.

Or, well, at the appearance of who they thought you were. If they knew that you were, in fact, just a random maid from the castle, they would have hardly shown this much enthusiasm.

In all honesty, you still didn't understand why you had been chosen to be the Princess' body double all of a sudden. In fact, you hadn't even known that there was going to be a body double at all - and yet, the king had insisted. And so, over the course of the past three months, you had been taught in posture and proper etiquette, your tutor not being satisfied until, in the end, even the king himself could hardly tell you from his own daughter once your face was veiled (which, personally, you found oddly depressing).

Well, so fareverything seemed to be working perfectly. Despite your racing heart and the faint feeling of having to faint any second from nervosity, you played your role well. Your job wasn't that hard, after all; get out of the carriage, walk through town, waving at people, before entering through the castle gates and therefore officially starting the Festival of Farore - a task even you should manage to do without messing up. Or so you thought.

A gentle touch on your wrist pulled you out of your thoughts, making you turn your head to the side. Link, the Princess' childhood friend and 'her' personal knight for this ceremony, seemed to have sensed your discomfort, carefully brushing his knuckles against your hand now in order to get your attention. When you looked at him, the blonde flashed you a soft smile, nodding encouragingly.

Having been around when you practised together with Zelda, Link was one of the few people to know about the true person behind the veil. He also was one of the few people, that probably knew exactly how many times you had tripped over the hem of your dress or got your veil stuck on the carriage door during your practice - so naturally he could assume how nervous you were.

Leaning in close enough to be heard, but not quite close enough to seem suspicious, the young hero whispered to you.

"You're doing great so far. Relax! We're almost there."

Completely distracted, maybe even mesmerized by his kind words and undeniably handsome face, you completely forgot about your surroundings for a moment, which would have caused you to march straight into the soldier that walked in front of you, if Link hadn't discreetly pulled you back. You thanked the goddesses for the veil, which was now hiding your furiously blushing cheeks, and instead decided to fully concentrate on the road before you again.

The blond hadn't been lying; you could already see the castle up the street, which was seamed by cheering citizens and colourful flags bearing the crest of Farore. Relief flooded you, tense shoulders relaxing at the sight. Only a little bit more, and then your job would be done and the Princess could take over again. And, since the past hour there hadn't been a single attempt at assassination, you highly doubted that anything would happen during these last few meters. This would be a piece of cake!

Of course you couldn't have known just how wrong you were.

Hello again and welcome to the very short first chapter of my new and - hopefully! - longer reader-insert story!
Featuring, once more, our favourite purple poolnoodle! I know that a lot have requested a sequel to In the Eye of the Storm, but personally I like it the way it is - so have this instead to compensate!

If all goes well, then the second chapter will (with a proper lenght) come tomorrow!

Yours Truly
Legion