Inspired by a dream I had and a conflict of my own

Zelda and the Belated Birthday Party

Today was the day she had dreaded her whole summer would be ruined by. She never had wanted it, nor did she even show care for it. Today was the day of her birthday party, already ruined by having been delayed three months. It was a Saturday, one of those days where she usually likes to stay in her bed and relax, sleep in, or just be lazy. Being lazy was one of her favorite things, although looked down upon for a princess.

Princess Zelda, a new thirteen year old, had wanted the most perfect birthday. Of course, it never happened. She dreamed of the best thirteenth birthday, the best party, the best experience, all for naught. She was still a bit upset at her father, the king, for being so late on it. You'd think that the king would do anything for his only child, the princess, right? Well, no. In fact, he is always busy, even so that he barely has time in the day to see Zelda.

She remembered exactly day the information was dropped upon her.

"Father, what have you planned for my birthday next week?" Zelda had asked her father one morning, just as breakfast was served, and the last cook left the dining room. She had a smile on her face as she was awaiting her answer.

"Well, my dear, I'm afraid we will be postponing your birthday activities until June," the King had said, rather slowly and with concern. He started to drink from his healthy glass of water. Zelda's face dropped rather quickly. "You're.. You are joking, right?" And as soon as she said that, the king put down the cup and said, "Dear, as King of Hyrule, I have had many meetings scheduled for talk of new laws in favor of arising. I do hope you understand. You will have your birthday activities— but for now, we haven't any time."

Zelda was, as expected, was not so happy to hear about that. She felt angry, sad, neglected, and many other feelings. Overwhelmed, as one might say it. She didn't want it anymore, a birthday celebration, now that she found out it was being pushed back a couple months,

And the day finally came, today, she was annoyed. Dreaded. Lazy. Discouraged.

I do not want this... I do not want this.

Zelda called for her nursemaid, Impa, to come and give her a hand with her morning routine. And quickly enough, she came, and helped her out of bed, carefully so she does not fall, for she was still a bit tired, and led her to her chair in front of her mirror, and started to brush her hair.

"Impa, please don't try to make some kind of nice hairdo with it. I want to look casual enough." And as she was told. Impa brushed the princess' hair into a nice ponytail, and her tiara placed neatly atop her head, as soon as he was finished. Zelda smiled.

"Thank you." Zelda walked up to her wardrobe and thought of what casual dress to wear. She didn't want anything too girly or frilly. No nigh heels. No fanciness here. And soon enough into the day she was ready, although she did not want to be.

When the princess gallantly walked outside with the king and Impa, she wondered why she did not see nor hear people outside waiting to see the birthday girl. It seemed nobody wanted to come... And Zelda was furious.

"WHAT A WASTE OF TIME!!"