The Castle is blessed with another splendid morning. Impa has prepared herself a sandwich and is eating it on the marble steps of the Castle Courtyard surrounded by the song of birds and the buzz of insects. Just when she thinks she is alone with her thoughts, she hears footsteps behind her.
"So…" Imogen purrs. "How was your meeting with Faito the other day?"
Impa snarls. "You! You knew about it, didn't you? You set me up!"
"Oh Impa, I was only assisting the rivers of fate in carving the course of true love!" she insists. "I trust it went swimmingly?"
"Not at all." she huffs. "I told him where to go."
Imogen sighs woefully. "How many times must you break this man's heart?"
"I've made it very clear to him and everyone else in this damned Castle: I do not want a relationship, with him or any other blasted being in this godforsaken hole!"
Imogen recoils. "You sound very…on edge…do you want to talk about it?"
"Not to you." Impa shakes her head. "You betrayed me by setting me up with Faito. You're just like everybody else in this Castle: untrustworthy and manipulative. I'm tempted to resign from my post."
"You can't do that!" Imogen cries. "You have a duty to serve the King and Queen!"
"And what do I gain in return?" she retorts. "A few measly Rupees and a constant headache, that's what. In fact, I'll be resigning tomorrow."
Suddenly, a man's voice hollers across the Courtyard, shaking the birds from the trees.
"The Queen is in labour!" Faito calls. "The Queen is about to give birth!"
Impa and Imogen abandon their breakfasts and rush to witness the birth of Hyrule's new heir. And so they did: Her Majesty gave birth to a healthy baby girl; blonde hair like her father's youth and blue eyes like her mother's.
However, all was not well. Her Majesty complained of abdominal pains and vomited profusely throughout the night. Impa waited by her bedside as the doctors treated her with all kinds of medicines. Unfortunately, their efforts proved in vain, and the Queen of Hyrule passed away before midnight.