There we go! Sorry if it felt fast paced and sorry if you're getting tons of emails cause I keep updating the chapters. It's almost 1 am and my brain isn't keeping up ^^; I forgot that lines saved in the actual file don't show up on here, so I've gone in and put them where I originally had them.

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He hadn't realized how complex the humans were before.

It had taken him two days to get there, almost three seeing as the sun was already setting, but as he made his way through Castle Town, he was almost overwhelmed by all the sights and smells. He had to admit, despite their strange ways, the humans had a way of life that seemed rather comfortable.

He watched as the people went about their daily routines, and received a few wary stares in return. Merchants advertising their wares, children running and yelling as they played and the occasional couple walking hand in hand.

But their smiles didn't fool him.

Cia, the sorceress that had given him his current task, had sent an army of monsters to attack the outskirts of Castle Town the day before.

Despite their cheerful facades, he could sense their fear. It was almost tangible as he walked past them, barely sparing any of them a glance as they slightly cowered away from him.

The people had good reason to be afraid. He had witnessed her power firsthand, and until he found a way to release her grip on him, he would be forced to do her bidding. He had learned that so long as he didn't resist her control, he could move and speak of his own free will; however, if he didn't go along willingly, he would be forced to move. It was a strange feeling.

As he got closer to the courtyard gate, one of the guards eyed him warily and stiffened slightly, most likely due to his appearance, what with all the armor. Nonetheless, the guard called out to him.

"Halt! Only servants or acquaintances of the Princess are allowed past this point! State your name and business!" he yelled, standing firm.

Volga could have just knocked him and the other guard aside, but he knew that it wouldn't bode well with the higher ups if he had, so instead of forcing his way past, he calmly answered. "I am Volga, The Dragon Knight. I have come to request an audience with the Princess," his gruff voice responded, causing the young guard to jump a little.

Eyes widening at the revelation of the armored man's identity, the guard straightened. "Wait there!" he yelled as he went through the gate, closing it behind him as he went to inform the Princess of the Dragon Knight's arrival.


Inside the castle, the young Princess was in a meeting with her Generals, Impa standing loyally at her side while Link, the bearer of the Triforce of Courage, stood in a corner of the room listening just as intently as she herself was.

"We have to double security, there's no telling when they'll attack again!" one of her Generals said.

"What we should be doing is sending our scouts out to find those beasts! Then we can take them out before they attack us again!" another countered.

"If we do that we won't have enough men defending the castle! We may have gotten a bunch of new recruits but we can't just throw them out there without proper training if they attack while the scouts are gone!" the first man countered back.

"Who says-!"

"Your Highness!" a guard said calmly, but with a hint of urgency as he burst into the room, preventing the other man from speaking. Surprised by his sudden appearance, all eyes were on him as he waited for permission to speak.

Recovering from her initial surprise, Zelda relaxed. "Yes? What is it?" she asked.

"One of the guards stationed at the courtyard gate says that a Dragon Knight is requesting an audience with you, Milady," he answered.

"A Dragon Knight...? Do you mean Volga, from the Eldin Caves?" Impa questioned incredulously.

He nodded. "Yes, that is the name he was given,"

"I see. What should we do with him?" Impa asked Zelda as she turned to face the Princess.

"Take him to the throne room," she commanded with a soft but firm voice.

"Right away, Milady," the guard replied as he bowed, then turned and left the room.


After the first guard had left, Volga had resigned himself to an indefinite amount of time spent waiting when he looked to see the other guard staring blankly at him, to which Volga stared back in response.

The other guard then took in his appearance entirely, and began to glare at him when he saw the Dragonbone Pike.

It was then that a glaring contest began.

Volga reluctantly admitted that despite being a head shorter than him, the guard could glare just as coldly as he himself could, and he didn't seem the slightest bit afraid of him.

The two continued to glare at each other until the gate opened, and the guard that had left returned to his post, followed by a young maid.

"G-Good evening, I've been s-sent to take you to t-the throne room..." the girl stuttered, keeping her gaze focused on the ground.

Volga turned and raised an eyebrow at the girl, not sure if she was scared of him or just shy in general, but he decided not to dwell on it and nodded in reply.

Seeing his silent response, the girl turned around and began walking. "Then p-please f-follow me," she said as she walked back through the gate.

Volga shot one last glare at each of the guards as he passed them, before focusing on keeping up with the young girl, as she seemed determined to get away from him as soon as possible.

Lucky for him, he was a giant compared to her, so he caught up to her rather quickly with his longer strides.

She seemed to move even quicker, if that was possible.

Finally, much to the girl's relief, they reached the doors to the throne room. He came to a stop beside her as she timidly reached up and knocked. Then she stepped back, and as they stood there, she started fidgeting. He was beginning to get irritated, and just when he was about to snap at her, the doors opened.

"Come in," came a soft voice.

The young girl quickly darted into the room, while he casually walked in, slightly in awe of the room's décor. He was also wondering how he managed to get inside with a weapon. Surely her guards would have taken it before letting him in, unless they were just that careless, in which case he wondered how they became guards in the first place. He was starting to question the lack of people in the room altogether when the soft voice from before interrupted his thoughts.

"Thank you, Mira, I'm sorry to call on you when you're supposed to be studying," the Princess said apologetically.

"You d-don't have to apologize M-Milady!" the girl replied quickly.

The Princess shook her head. "None of that now, you should hurry back to the Library. You wouldn't want Miss Yeta to find out you're gone," she finished with a knowing smile.

"Ah! You're right! Please excuse me!" Mira replied, quickly bowing and scurrying out of the room.

The Princess giggled, and then turned to face her guest.

Since it wouldn't be good for him to seem impolite, he bowed when he realized she was turning to face him. "Good evening, your highness. My name is Volga," he said.

"The Dragon Knight, I presume?" at his nod, she continued. "I've heard many stories about you, although I never expected to meet you. I am Zelda. To what do I owe the pleasure?" she said with a curtsy. "Oh! Please pardon me, you can stand up straight now," she added when she realized he was still bowing.

When he straightened, and saw her face for the first time, he hesitated for a moment. She had long, blonde hair tied into an elegant braid, and fair skin, along with sea blue eyes that shone with a kindness he hadn't seen in a very long time. She was a little taller than the girl from before, but was still small compared to him.


She was waiting for him to speak, but for some reason he was silent as he stared at her. She took this moment to observe him. She didn't get much information except that he was much taller than her. Judging from his face, his skin was just a little bit darker than hers. She was also very curious as to whether or not the orange and red pony tail that came from his helmet was his actual hair or just decoration. She decided to worry about it later when he seemed to notice the lack of conversation.


He snapped back to reality when he realized she was patiently waiting for him to speak.

Regaining his composure, he spoke. "I came to offer my assistance in the war,"

Her eyebrows rose slightly in surprise. "Oh? Might I ask why?" she asked.

"I'm tired of doing nothing while my fate lies in someone else's hands," he answered with a straight face.

"I see," she said softly, closing her eyes in thought. When she opened her eyes again, a small smile made its way across her lips. "Very well, I accept your offer. Impa and Link will train you personally," when he opened his mouth to argue, she held up a hand to stop him. "I do not doubt your abilities, but it will be easier for all of us if you are familiar with the techniques of our soldiers. Now then, do you have a place to stay?" she asked as she motioned for a servant.

"I'm afraid I haven't been in town long enough to find one," he replied,

"Have a maid prepare a room for him. Do you dance?" came the next question as the servant began writing on a piece of paper.

'What?' "No, but I don't see how-"

"I see, tell Miss Yeta that she has a new student, I assure you she dances very well. Have you brought any belongings?"

'Wait, why dancing lessons!?' "Well no, but Your Majesty-"

"Hm. Send for the Tailor, our guest will need new clothes,"

'New clothes!?' "Pardon me, but I don't need any of those things!"

"Forgive me," she said, turning to look at him with an apologetic smile. "But we don't know how long this war will last, and we're going to need allies. That means we'll be hosting a few balls, which means a lot of important guests will be here, and I have no doubt that they will want to meet the Dragon Knight of the Eldin Caves. I'm very sorry to have you do all of this, but it's important that you make a good impression," she said.

"Your Highness, you have a meeting with your Accountant in a few minutes," the servant said quietly.

"Oh yes! Please excuse me, and if you need anything, let me know," she said, giving a quick curtsy before taking her leave.

He stood there for a moment, trying to take in everything that had just happened, when someone gently tapped his arm. Looking to his side, he saw the young maid from earlier, Mira, if he remembered correctly.

"I'll s-show you to your room..." she said quietly before turning and once again darting off at a pace he wasn't sure she should possess.

Finally catching up with the little speed demon, he followed her down one of the many halls and had to stop himself from running into her when she came to a sudden stop in front of a large, wooden door.

"H-here we are. The room has b-been cleaned, so everything s-should be in order..." Mira stuttered as she once again started fidgeting. When she got no response, she began to back away. "P-Please let us know if you n-need anything! G-Goodnight!" she whisper yelled before practically flying down the hall and around a corner.

Volga blinked in surprise, but then shook his head and opened the door to what would be his room for who knows how long.

He was surprised to find that it wasn't overly luxurious. In fact, it was rather simple. A single bed and nightstand stood in the corner, in front of a window, while a dresser was placed against the wall opposite of them. As it was already dark outside, the room was illuminated by a single candle, which stood on the nightstand.

After removing his armor and falling onto the bed, Volga thought about all the things that had taken place within a few hours, and he couldn't decide if he should be angry about the dancing lessons, surprised that the Princess was letting him sleep under the same roof, or wondering if Mira was actually some sort of monster in disguise.

But before he could make up his mind, he drifted off to sleep.


He woke with a start when someone started knocking, very loudly, on the door. He looked outside the window to find that sunlight was just starting to creep over the horizon, and resisted the urge to groan in frustration. He may have dragon blood, but he was still human, and needed rest as much as the next person. Despite the overwhelming desire to go back to sleep he stood up and began to put on his armor, whoever was at the door still knocking rapidly in the background.

"Give me a few minutes!" he called, growing more irritated.

The knocking stopped, and he resumed his current task. After he finished and put his helmet on, he walked to the door.

He opened it to see Mira standing there awkwardly, quickly looking down and fidgeting once she saw him.

He blinked.

"What do you want?" he asked, trying to hide his annoyance.

She jumped at the sound of his voice. "I was sent here to g-get you," she started. "Your training with C-Captain Impa starts in a few m-minutes," she looked away when she finished, fidgeting even more.

He blinked again, and sighed. "Very well," he said, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

They stood there a few seconds, until she realized that he was looking at her expectantly.

"R-Right this way!" she said quickly. Before he could do or say anything, she was sprinting down the hall like a bat out of hell.

What was the deal with this kid?!

He shook his head in exasperation, but followed her nonetheless. He hated the fact that it was no less difficult keeping up with her now than it was the day before, and he almost lost her a few times, but thankfully they reached their destination before he lost her completely, much to his relief.

She came to a sudden stop at the doors leading to the training area, and whipped around to face him as he dug his heels into the floor trying not to topple over her. She began fidgeting again, looking down and away when she spoke. "Here we are. Captain Impa is waiting f-for you outside," she said quietly, wringing her hands.

His irritation slowly growing, he took a deep breath before nodding in thanks.

She curtsied in return, and just like the previous night, she turned on her heel, flying down the hall and out of sight.

Shaking his head, he decided to go ahead and get his training over with. Turning the knob, he opened the door to a sight that, while not surprising, intrigued him. Soldiers filled the area, practicing different techniques in small sections of the yard.

He heard shouting, and looked over to see the princess's bodyguard, Impa, barking orders at a group of young recruits as they practiced sword fighting. He decided to make his way over to them, not missing the fact that many of the soldiers watched him as he passed. Some in curiosity, some with respect, and others with a hint of fear.

He didn't miss the whispering, either.

A fierce look spread across his face as he hid his amusement, making his way to the Captain, holding his head high as he noticed that the white haired woman had turned her attention to him once the whispers reached her ears.

Her gaze was cold and calculating, taking note of his weapon and appearance. He didn't falter, as no Dragon Knight ever would, and came to a stop in front of her. She eyed him closely, a hard expression on her face as she examined him.

He then understood why the Princess so easily accepted his offer. From the moment the words left his mouth, she knew exactly how to determine his true intentions. She had planned to hand him over the the Captain from the start. After all, who better to judge his loyalty than her own bodyguard?

Impa was the one he had to prove himself to. If he could convince her, he could convince the Princess, and if he could do that, then no one would dare question his presence.

From here on out, he had to tread carefully.

"I'm going to make myself clear. I don't trust you. Just this morning you were no more than a legend, and then, out of the blue, you show up to offer your allegiance," she said, her voice laced with suspicion. "I acknowledge that you are a warrior, and this is not the first time you've drawn your weapon. However, it's important that you learn a few things. Therefore, you must follow my orders. Understood?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

"Understood," he replied.

"Good," Impa said, "Then let's get started,"


About six hours later, Volga was making his way back to his room. It felt good to have spent the day training, even though most of the soldiers were wary of him. He also found that he wasn't tired, but he was pretty hungry, so he decided to look for the kitchen.

It wasn't long until the faint scent of food reached him, and he eagerly followed it back to what had to be largest kitchen he had ever seen.

Not that he'd seen that many.

He stood in the doorway, watching as a man in a white apron, who he assumed was the chef, stirred something in a huge cauldron, whistling a tune that Volga didn't know. He cleared his throat to make his presence known, and the man quickly turned to see who made the sound.

"Ooooooh! Hello!" he greeted loudly, "Never seen you before, you new?" he asked.

As the strange man faced him, Volga found that the chef was much taller. He had white hair and a full beard, and he looked strong enough to take on a Darknut with his bare hands.

Volga suddenly felt sorry for all the Darknuts in the world.

"My name Yeto! Who you?" the giant asked.

"Volga,"

"Oooooooooooh! You Dragon Knight! Everyone talk about you," Yeto said, grinning all the while. To be honest, Volga was more surprised by Yeto's way of speaking than the fact that the staff talked about him.

"I suppose I can understand why," Volga said as he glanced around.

"Yes, but no matter. You not come here since arrival, you hungry?" Yeto asked kindly.

"Actually, yes," Volga replied.

The white haired man seemed to grin even wider. "Come! You try Yeto's soup!"

Volga made his way over to the cauldron, and found that despite the odd ingredients he saw on the counter, it smelled pretty good.

Yeto took a bowl and filled it with the soup, then gave it to Volga along with a spoon. After the bowl was removed from his hands, Yeto turned and began to work around the kitchen. "You can take to room if you want, Princess won't mind," Yeto said as he worked.

Volga raised an eyebrow at this, but decided that he would do just that.

"Thank you, I'll be going then," Volga said as he made his way into the hall.

"Anytime!" Yeto replied with another grin.

Volga walked down the dimly lit hall with the soup in hand, hoping to get to his room before anyone saw him, as he didn't really want to deal with anyone at the moment. Most of the people here were decent enough, but there were others that got on his nerves. He didn't want to get kicked out for bashing someone's skull in, so he tried to be quiet as he made his way to his room.

As he turned a corner, he heard a sharp intake of breath and stopped just before he ran into the person. Looking down, he was surprised to see ocean blue eyes staring up at him in shock.

"Your Majesty? What are you doing here?" he asked incredulously, eyes wide. He certainly hadn't expected to see her.

"Oh, well, I was heading for the kitchen," she replied, looking away from him in what he assumed was embarrassment, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"The kitchen? Why not have a servant bring you something?" he asked in curiosity, taken aback by the change in her demeanor compared to the day before.

The Princess frowned at his question. "I'm perfectly capable of getting my own food," she said, holding her head up as if she had something to prove.

Volga's eyebrows rose. He had never heard such a thing come from the lips of royalty, nor had he known that she could act so childishly.

This intrigued him.

"But isn't that what servants are for?" he countered, watching her expression change from a frown to surprise, and then a frown again.

"Yes, I suppose that is true. But..." she paused, then sighed. "Never mind. Pardon me for taking up your time. You should eat, your soup will get cold," she said with a smile, stepping aside to let him by.

Though he narrowed his eyes a bit, he decided to drop the subject. "You're right. I will take my leave then," he replied, stepping past her.

"Goodnight," she called softly after he was a few feet away.

Volga hesitated only a moment.

"Goodnight, your majesty," he replied. He watched as she smiled at him, and then disappeared around the corner.

He stood there for a moment, but then turned and resumed the path to his room.


Once again, Volga was woken by the sound of someone banging on his bedroom door. He growled and sat up, throwing off the covers to sit at the edge of the bed, glaring at the door as he did.

"I'll be there in a minute!" he barked, sighing in relief when the knocking stopped. Standing up, he went to put on his armor, pausing in front of the mirror to stare at his reflection.

He didn't know how he became what he was.

He didn't know if he was a dragon that became a human, or a human that gained a dragon form.

Perhaps he was neither.

Maybe, he had always been this way. The first thing he remembered of this world was waking up in the Eldin Caves. King Dodongo and the Lizalflos had found him, and upon discovering his abilities, treated him as one of their own. They told him stories of a great dragon named Volvagia, and the battle that took place between him and the Hero of Time.

In the story told by King Dodongo, Volvagia was once a guardian of the caves, raised by the Hero himself. But he was driven mad by an evil power that had taken hold of his mind, and was used as an obstacle in the Hero's quest, until the Hero ventured to the caves and slayed him. However, in the version told by the Lizalflos, he was revered as a divine beast that died gloriously in a battle against a great enemy, though King Dodongo viewed them as foolish and naive, for they refused to acknowledge the truth.

King Dodongo believed that he, a young boy who mysteriously appeared one day, was Volvagia reborn, given a second chance by the goddesses. And so, the giant of the caves gave him the name Volga, in the hopes that he would one day rise to greatness, and regain his former glory.

Snapping back to the present, Volga put on his helmet and went to the door. When he opened it, he once again found Mira standing there, wringing her hands as she spoke to him. "G-good morning. Training starts in ten m-minutes, p-please follow me," she said as she looked around.

Volga stepped into the hallway and closed the door, staring at her intently. When he didn't say anything, Mira launched herself down the hallway, moving at top speed. Volga was barely able to keep up with her as she sped through the halls and around corners, but thankfully, he didn't come close to losing her this time.

Mira came to a screeching halt in front of the large wooden doors that led to the training yard, watching as Volga struggled to keep his balance from the sudden stop.

After he regained his composure, he watched as the tiny girl bowed.

"I-I will leave you now," she said before scurrying away. But before Volga could leave as well, she stopped and faced him again. "Good luck with your t-training!" She called before taking off at lightning speed.

Volga's lips quirked slightly. 'Such a strange girl,' he thought as he pushed open the doors and stepped outside. This time, he saw Impa speaking with a young man who was shorter than both of them. He wore a green tunic with a blue scarf, along with a few pouches, a sword and shield resting on his back. He had piercing blue eyes and blonde hair, and he looked to be in his twenties.

Volga watched as Impa noticed him, turning in his direction as she nodded for the young man to do the same. As soon as the man's eyes landed on him, they were filled with suspicion. He opted to return the weary gaze with a blank look of his own. Once he reached them, Volga glanced back and forth between the two.

Before he could say anything, Impa spoke. "This is Link, one of our top soldiers. He'll be training with us today," she said simply.

"Nice to meet you," The young man said as he extended his hand in greeting, a friendly smile on his face despite the cautious look in his eyes.

Volga hesitated for a moment before giving a firm handshake. "Volga. Nice to meet you too," he said politely.

After pleasantries were exchanged, Impa spoke up again. "Alright, now that that's over with, let's get going. Our time's been cut short, so we've got to make good use of it," she said as she turned away, closely followed by Link.

Volga resisted the urge to sigh as he trailed after them. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long day...


A couple hours later, Volga was making his way back from training. He had been somewhat surprised by Link's skill, and quickly learned that he wasn't to be underestimated.

Volga sighed as he walked down the hall, rolling his shoulders. He was just about to reach his room when a rush of air came from behind him, and a figure then stood in front of him. He stumbled back slightly when he saw Mira fidgeting in front of him, glancing back and forth between him and the floor.

"What is it?" Volga asked after he recovered.

Mira jumped when he spoke, but relaxed quickly. "The P-Princess sent me to t-tell you that the Tailor is here and they req-quire your presence. After that, you will b-begin your d-dance lessons," she informed him.

Volga closed his eyes and nodded reluctantly. "Very well, lead on," he said, sighing in agitation. Mira nodded at him, and the Dragon Knight prepared himself.

Mira turned on her heel and shot down the hall at the inhuman speed he was beginning to get used to. Volga swore it was like watching an Archer fire a magic arrow. A magic arrow that stuttered and somehow managed to make sharp turns without reducing its speed...

They were making their way through a part of the castle Volga hadn't had the chance to see yet, and he did his best to memorize what could be seen at the pace they were going. They finally stopped in front of a set of doors, and Mira reached up to knock on one of them. After receiving permission to enter, she opened the door and stepped inside, bowing after she entered.

"I've brought him, Milady," she said as Volga stepped inside.

Glancing around, Volga saw three floor-length mirrors standing close to a small pedestal in the center of the room. Zelda was standing off to the side, speaking with a tall, somewhat skinny man who wore expensive looking attire when Mira announced their arrival. Zelda turned to them with a smile as they entered, and walked towards them.

"Thank you, Mira. You may go," the Princess said, nodding at Mira.

"Of course, Milady," Mira replied, bowing quickly before she turned and left the room.

Zelda then turned to him. "Now, Volga, this is the Royal Family's personal Tailor, Mr. Rossim," she said, gesturing to the walking stick in the fancy clothes.

Mr. Rossim bowed. "Good evening, Sir. The Princess tells me you are in need of formal attire,"

Volga took the opportunity to get a better look at the Tailor. He had graying hair that was combed back, and brown eyes. He wore thin framed glasses and had a very stiff posture.

"So I've been told," Volga replied with a slight bow.

"I see. Your Majesty, exactly how many tunics will be needed?" Mr. Rossim asked, turning to look at the Princess.

"At least three. Two that are suitable for a Ball and one for the smaller parties," Zelda replied, then glanced at Volga. "I have no doubt that whatever you make will be perfect for our Dragon Knight, Mr. Rossim," she said with a kind smile. "I would love to stay and see what you had in mind, Mr. Rossim, but I must return to my duties. And Volga, Mira will come to collect you when it's time for your dancing lessons. Good luck!" Zelda finished, giving a bow before she left.

After the door closed, Mr. Rossim turned to Volga. "Now then, let's begin. Please remove your armor so I can properly take your measurements," the Tailor said as he pushed up his glasses.

With a sigh, Volga moved to stand beside a small table and removed his helmet, then set to work on the rest of his armor. Once he was finished, Rossim gestured for him to stand on the small platform.

"Alright, please be as still as possible," the Tailor said, getting to work. Volga did as he was told, waiting patiently for him to finish. Rossim moved all around him, jotting down notes on a piece of paper as he went. Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to finish, and soon Volga was putting on his armor once more.

"Thank you for your patience," Mr. Rossim said with a bow.

"Thank you, for your time," Volga replied, giving a slight bow in return.

Volga watched as the Tailor spoke to one of the servants, and was led out of the room. Before Volga could wonder what he was supposed to do next, the door opened once more to reveal Mira.

"It's t-time for your l-lessons..." she said shyly.

Volga nodded and followed her into the hall. He was surprised when she didn't take off, and instead kept walking at a steady pace. He was about to ask why when she stopped in front of another door.

"M-Miss Yeta is waiting f-for you in here. Good Luck!" Mira said as she scurried away.

Volga took a deep breath, then opened the door. The room was huge, and had very little in it, except for a little décor. A small woman stood in the middle of the room. She had white hair and a soft face, with kind, gray eyes. She turned to look in his direction when she heard the door open.

"Oh, hello, are you the new student?" she asked kindly.

"Yes. I am Volga, the Dragon Knight," he replied.

"Ah, I see. Then we will start your lesson," she said, nodding to herself as she motioned for him to join her.

Volga approached her and waited for her instruction. She pulled him closer and took one of his hands in her own, placing his other hand on her waist. Then she rested her other hand on his arm. He very carefully did as she said, doing his best not to stumble as he awkwardly shuffled his feet, trying to match her steps.

"How do you like the castle so far?" she asked after she had helped him correct a mistake. "It's not often that we house our guests,"

"It's certainly more than I'm used to," he answered, watching her steps more closely. "And I can't say I'm fond of the requirements I'm expected to reach, but I was surprised at how simple some of the rooms are,"

"You haven't seen the rest of them. This is only the first floor, it's when you get closer to the Princess's quarters that the décor becomes more extravagant," Yeta replied, smiling as he slowly grew more confident in his movements.

Volga frowned at this, now curious. "Why is that? Surely the Princess can afford whatever it is she wishes to have?" he asked.

"It is not that she can't afford it, but rather that she has no desire for it," Yeta said, slightly shrugging her shoulders.

Volga's frown remained. He couldn't quite understand it. Why was it that she, a Princess with great wealth, did not want luxury and extravagance? He had heard tales of Kings and Princesses that would flood their homes with expensive clothing and furniture, and would have many items made out of gold or silver.

'Perhaps, her interests lie elsewhere...' he thought. 'If my goal is to become her bodyguard, it might be wise to earn her trust as well. Then, should Impa find me lacking, the Princess would be more likely to cast aside any of the Captain's concerns about me,' Volga resisted the urge to nod to himself, deciding instead to focus on dancing.


After about an hour, the sun was beginning to set, and Yeta had concluded that they had practiced enough for one day, telling him to come back at the same time the next day. Giving a polite bow, Volga left and began making his way to the kitchen, trying to stifle a yawn as he did so.

Despite having to navigate the many hallways, within a few minutes he was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching the chef prepare dinner.

"Oooooooooooh! Welcome!" Yeto greeted him, a huge grin on his face. "Glad you came back! Was soup from last night good?" the large man asked.

"Very. I enjoyed it," Volga replied, feeling the corners of his lips quirk up at the man's jovial personality.

"Good! Yeto could not be called chef if it wasn't!" he said with a serious look. He then turned back to the counter, continuing his preparations. "Have you met Princess yet?" he called over his shoulder.

"I've spoken with her, however not for very long," Volga said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.

"Hm! Princess very busy. King was unable to fix many things before he died," the chef replied, a hint of sadness in his tone. "He was good King, and good father too. Always did his best for both Princess and his people," Yeto added.

Silence enveloped them as each became lost in their thoughts. 'I wasn't aware of the King's passing...Judging from the way Yeto speaks of him, he must have been a good man,' Volga thought as he pondered the information. 'I'll have to keep this in mind whenever I speak with the Princess...'

The silence didn't last long, however, as they soon heard footsteps coming from the hallway, followed by a voice when they reached the doorway.

"Yeto! I have a question about- Oh! Good evening," Zelda said as she stepped into the room to find Volga there.

Volga was slightly startled by her sudden appearance. She wore the same cloak that she had the night before, the hood resting on her shoulders and leaving her hair to fall freely. His eyes met hers, and he found that he couldn't help but admire them. He didn't know how long they had stayed like that before Yeto cleared his throat, breaking the trance.

"What can Yeto do for you, Princess?" he asked with a smile that seemed strange to Volga.

Quickly turning to Yeto, Zelda smiled. "I came to see what you planned on serving for the ball we'll be hosting in Autumn. We'll be ordering supplies soon, so I came to see what ingredients you might require," she replied.

"Princess, you could have sent servant to ask. That is what they are for," Yeto said shaking his head with a smile.

Zelda's cheeks puffed out slightly as she frowned. "I'm perfectly capable of seeing to the ball preparations myself!" she said stubbornly.

Yeto laughed heartily. "Of course Princess! Yeto knows this, it is just strange that you do not rely on servants more. But no matter, here is Yeto's list," he said as he handed her a slip of paper.

Volga watched the exchange in silence, taking the time to observe the Princess. He wondered how she could be so sophisticated one moment and childish the next, and why she was so reluctant to call on a servant when she had plenty to spare.

He watched as Zelda's face brightened when she reached out to take the piece of paper from Yeto, and give him a genuine smile.

"Thank you, I will take it to Mira," she said happily as she walked to the doorway. She glanced at Volga one last time before giving them a smile and a wave, walking into the hall and out of sight.

Volga snapped his head in Yeto's direction when the chef suddenly started laughing. "What is it you find so amusing?" Volga asked with a suspicious glare.

After his laughter died down, Yeto answered. "Princess is stubborn, but she is good girl. Treats us all very well. Here," The chef then handed him a bowl of stew and a spoon.

Volga carefully took the offered items from his hands, then went to lean against the counter as he ate. "So, the Princess is hosting a ball?" he asked casually.

"Yes. It will not be for a few weeks, but we always start preparations early. Now that war has started, Princess will need allies. Ball will help to strengthen ties to others, such as Goron Tribes, and allow Princess to negotiate with other kingdoms," Yeto replied, cleaning up around the kitchen. "Yeto hopes his wife Yeta has taught you well in her dancing lessons! Many beautiful woman will surely want to dance with you!" he laughed.

Volga snorted. "I highly doubt that. I am part Dragon, after all," he said coolly as he continued to eat.

Yeto just grinned and shrugged. "Many will not know that," he said as he turned back to his work.

"If they do not know, it won't take long before they find out," Volga replied as he quickly finished eating and handed the bowl and soup back to Yeto. "Thank you. It was good," he said, turning around to leave.

"You're welcome!" Yeto called over his shoulder.

Volga walked down the hallway, thinking of what he had been able to learn in the past three days. 'No one but Captain Impa and the Princess seem to be suspicious of me, and the Princess seems to be friendly with most of the servants. It could work in my favor if I were to be on good terms with the staff. The more people trust me, the quicker I can accomplish this mission...' he thought as he turned a corner.

Volga sighed as he made his way to his room. He wanted nothing more than to return to his home in the Eldin Caves, and continue to be known as a mere legend. But, he was stuck here, so the most he could do was try to get through it as quickly as possible.

Finally reaching his room, Volga opened the door and then closed it behind him. He looked out the window to see that it was dark outside, and he carefully lit the candle on his nightstand. When light filled the room, he took off his helmet, and then removed the rest of his armor. He set all of his armor aside where it wouldn't be in the way, and then proceeded to remove his boots and the rest of his clothing. Once he was in his night clothes, he got into bed with a sigh.

He laid there for a few moments, simply staring at the ceiling. Then he sat up and glanced outside, only to find that a set of large balcony doors across the courtyard and a few floors above his own, were wide open, with a soft glow coming from inside. He watched as the light flickered a few times, but what he saw next made his breath catch in his throat.

Stepping out onto the balcony was Princess Zelda herself. She seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her hair had been freed from the braid he usually saw it in, and cascaded down her shoulders, while her eyes shone like sapphires. But he was close enough to see the sadness within them as she stared up at the stars. Then she cast her gaze to the ground, slightly slouching as if a huge weight had settled on her shoulders, and closed her eyes with a deep sigh.

He couldn't help but wonder exactly how much she had taken on when her father had passed.

Her eyes opened, and as her gaze trailed up, her eyes found his, and he stiffened as he watched her lips part and her eyes wide with surprise. She quickly recovered though, and gave him a tired smile with a little wave, to which he nodded in return. She smiled at him once more before turning around and going back inside, closing the double doors behind her.

Shaking his head in an attempt to remove the image of what he had just witnessed from his mind, Volga turned and blew out the candle, then rested his head on is pillow with a yawn.

And without realizing it, he fell asleep to the memory of blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean.


Sorry for the false alarm! I just fixed a couple of things.