Din curled up in a chair in her room, hoping to use the candlelight to finish the last few poems in her book before she retired. The clang of metal startled her from her seat. A grappling hook was latched to her windowsill, and there was clearly tension in the rope tied to it. She grinned at first, thinking about how daring this boy was, and then filled with fear. If he was caught, there would not be enough pieces of him left to recognize him. Still, he was swift, and before she could protest, Lucien was standing inside her room.

"Surprise!"

"Keep it down," she hissed.

He looked sincere when he said, "I'm sorry."

"What are you doing here?" she questioned with a smile.

"Well, I had to come see you. I know we spent the whole afternoon together, but I miss you when I am not with you," he answered sweetly.

"Soon, I promise. Then you won't be able to get rid of me," she teased.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss.

Din pulled up short though. "You know what will happen if you get caught."

"Like I said, I'm not scared of anyone," he reassured her.

She closed the distance between their lips to begin the kiss. It was soft and gentle, sweet and loving. Her heart raced against her chest as her body yearned to submit to him, but her mind was screaming against it. He inhaled a deep breath, and strengthened his kiss.

Could she keep this secret?

Would she get pregnant?

Did she even really care?

Din felt the obvious hints that told her he was just as excited as she was. She stared at him with bold, yellow eyes, and asked, "Are you sure you're ready?"

"I want to be with you forever, Din. Nothing will change that," Lucien confessed. "Only if you're comfortable."

"I'm ready," she agreed. "How should we do this?"

"I like to let my actions speak for me," he declared, and kissed her again more bravely.

They gave in to their adolescent passion, and did what they felt was right. It may not have taken long for their curiosity to be sated for the time, but it was worth it.

After dressing in clean clothes, and Lucien slid on his tunic again, she threw her old clothes in the hearth to burn. She rushed back to Lucien and jumped into his arms. They laid beside each other and she pressed her face into his chest. "Did I hurt you?" he wondered.

"Not at all. I loved it," she admitted, even though it had hurt a little.

"Good."

Lucien began to snooze. Din watched as his eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open. She smiled sweetly when he began to snore, and wondered how she was so lucky to have an amazing man like him. Sleep was far from her as she could only worry about what would happen if her dad did not like him. "Lucien," she said, and he opened his eyes. "I need to show you something."

"What is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. "Is everything OK?"

"Will you come with me?"

"Yes. Anywhere," he said as a promise.

Din gripped his hand and led him toward the door. "Stay close to me. I know all the guards routes, so we'll be safe." They stopped at the end of the hall so she could check both directions down the next corridor. She crept down to the end of the hall and waited behind a support pillar for the guard to finish ascending the stairs. Lucien stuck close to her, and held his breath. The guard continued marching down the hall.

Lucien was right at her heels as they descended the stairs to the main floor. Din clung to the wall down the east corridor, stopping every few feet to wait and listen. The corridor entered into the dark throne room. Din grabbed a torch from the wall and led him inside.

She walked swiftly toward the back of the room, and stopped at a decorated table with a plain chest sitting on it. She opened the chest, and illuminated the dull blade inside with the torch. Lucien looked inside and gasped with excitement. "Wow. It's the Master Sword!"

"Yes. I wanted you to know where it is, in case you have to defend yourself," Din explained. "It's the only weapon in Hyrule that even stands a chance against my father. I just don't know if it still works."

"I never thought it would be here," Lucien said.

"You say that as if you have been searching for it," she pointed out.

"Sort of. I always have these dreams about wielding it into battle, taking it on my adventures," Lucien explained, but confused. "It's just so strange, because the sword I see in my dreams looks nothing like this."

A pulsing light emanated from the back of Lucien's left hand suddenly. The small light began to grow and brighten, until eventually he was consumed by it, and Din backed away with the torch. Lucien appeared like a god in a magnificent light of gold. As quickly as the light illuminated the room, it disappeared and left them in darkness again.

Din stared with wide, terrified eyes at the Triforce of Courage on the back of Lucien's left hand. "Y-you have it."

He stared at it also, pleasantly surprised. "I've been chosen as the hero."