"Impossible!" Came the hushed gasps of men from beyond the heavy door. The oak double doors to the throne room were cracked just enough that when Zelda stood on the other side the words of the men were easily understood, as well as their fear. She stood for longer than she knew was appropriate for a princess.
"A boy? Are you sure?" It was her father's voice, more shaken than she ever heard it before.
"Very certain, my lord," Came the scout's weak reply. A distinct wet noise followed as he licked his lips and swallowed nervously. "He is powerful, being raised by the sister witches of the desert."
"Sire, you don't believe..." The voice of the advisor trailed off, as if speaking the words would make it true.
"I do. I believe the prophecy will come true," The King proclaimed, and his footsteps moved around the room.
"What can we do?" The scout asked, some courage returning to his voice as he persuaded his king to look for a solution.
"The answer is simple. We must remove the threat," Came the advisor's definite reply.
"He is just a boy with no knowledge of the prophecy."
Zelda gasped with a start when she heard the clearing of a throat behind her. She turned her brilliant sky blue eyes to her attendant, then immediately looked at the floor in shame. It was her personal servant, and she tapped her foot impatiently the way she always did when Zelda was in trouble. "It is not the place of a princess to be eavesdropping on a confidential conversation of the king."
Obediently, Zelda followed her attendant to her personal chambers, but she was not without protest. "Impa, as the princess should I not be included on important details of the kingdom?"
Ignoring her attempt to retrieve information, Impa opened the door to the princess's exquisite bedroom, and allowed the lady to lead the way in. They passed through a small foyer hall and three sets of closets filled with clothes for day time, night time, and special occasions Zelda's father held at the castle. It seemed most times she always chose the same style to wear, even though she owned hundreds to choose from. Although she was rich, she never acted like she was better than anyone else. Impa treasured that in her and prayed to the goddesses she would remain that way. She pulled back the covers on the princess soft mattress and gestured with her hand when she said, "It is time for bed, Princess Zelda."
Zelda thought otherwise, but she could not deny the yawn creeping up her throat and forcing its way through her muscles. Already in her sleeping gown, she climbed onto the bed and slid under the covers. "Impa, what are they going to do with that boy?"
Impa placed the covers snug around her and stared at her inquisitive face."To that question I do not have the answer, but I know it will be what is best for you and for the kingdom." At the worried look on Zelda's face, she added, "Please, princess, put this out of your mind. You have such a kind heart but it will do you no good to worry. Your father is a kind man and I am certain he will make a wise decision." Finally, to her relief, Zelda smiled and closed her eyes. "Good night, princess." Impa turned and left the room.