It was many years ere the king had been to battle, though his strength had waned little, and his vigilence none. As a youth, even as a child, he had seen his share of fighting, and though now he wore a velvet robe and sat on thrones of gold, he still felt most at home wielding a bow or sword. He shamefully longed for adventure once again, but dared not leave his queen and her three daughters home alone, and least of all now that there was a prince about to be born. Perhaps it was this impending birth, or the way the birds stirred anxiously in their roosts, but by day Link rarely left the tallest tower of Hyrule Castle, and by night he found himself pacing the watch by the doors of his wife and daughters. Something, he feared, was waking.