The rest of the week went without a single argument between Link and Zelda. It was no secret something happened between them, because if you looked hard enough at them, you could see the friendliness in their eyes when they looked at one another. Though in the eyes of Link, you could see something other than friendship dancing in them for the princess but he didn't speak out about it, and no one ever pointed it out to others because they wanted to see where it would head in the very end.

None of the Champions ever spoke up as they continued on their ways. Mipha would watch in the background, trying to see if there were any signs of her childhood friend wanting to make a move on the Commander but he always backed out when he had the chance.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she was secretly rooting for them. On the outside, Mipha knew it looked like her heart belonged to Link, and Sidon would always make fun of her apparent crush on the Hylian but she would chuckle and shake her head; she didn't have a crush on him because she knew she didn't have a chance with him. Link's heart belonged to their Commander and she was fine with that. Her own heart was taken by someone else and while it was fun watching Link and Zelda's love story, there was also the urge to work on her own.

But the one she loved would never think about romance.

He was far too cocky and prideful to even think about taking on a mate. He wanted to focus on the task at hand, wanting to finish this once and for all, and Mipha was okay with that— she also wanted to take down Ganon too.

After all, Sidon needed to grow up in an age that didn't have the threat of Calamity Ganon looming over their head; and it was up to them to make sure it happened. Everyone deserved to grow up without Calamity Ganon in the shadows.

During the latest Champion meeting, Mipha took the time to watch the two Hylians. The other Champions were whispering amongst themselves about the Divine Beasts and the Guardians, but Mipha was watching the pair who seemed to disagree with every little thing; the improvement between them was noticeable and she couldn't be more happier that they had set aside their differences.

They were much more happy and smiling away, laughing like they were children. Mipha had hardly heard Urbosa coming up behind her to watch the pair herself. The Gerudo Chief hummed in approval as she watched with a growing smirk, feeling quite happy that her goddaughter was getting along with the boy again. It seemed like Julia's dying wish could come true after all.

Link hardly noticed everyone as he spoke to Zelda about the latest animal that had been born on his family's farm; a new foal. He had gotten to name the newest one and choose to name it after one of the Goddesses since it was a mare. Din, the Goddess of Power. He had said he believed the foal would be powerful in terms of speed and strength, and he wanted to make sure she had that extra point in doing just that. Zelda couldn't help but laugh at her friend's words, promising to come by to see the foal herself, which made him smile brightly.

Urbosa's eyes slid down to the Zora and noticed how she was gazing at them. There was no doubt in her mind that the Champion only thought of Link as a friend, and she was fairly certain she knew which one she did like in a romantic way.

"I thought they would never get along," Urbosa heard herself say.

Mipha slightly jumped before relaxing. "I didn't think so either. But I'm happy to see we were wrong. He never stopped talking about her when we hung out more as children."

"That reminds me," Urbosa clicked her tongue, sitting down next to Mipha. "If you don't like Link in that way— which is fairly obvious to me— when are you going to tell the one you do love that you like him?"

A bright flush of red appeared on Mipha's cheeks as she stuttered out in embarrassment. Urbosa couldn't help herself as she laughed in the sole way only a motherly friend could muster.

"Sweetheart, nothing gets past me," Urbosa winked as she leaned back. "I've been at this for a long time— I basically helped raise Princess Zelda. I can see the looks of love in everyone's eyes when they stare at a certain someone; it lights up their whole face and I noticed yours lighting up too."

Mipha swallowed nervously as she played with her scarf, feeling the softness of the fabric between her fingers as she tried thinking of an answer. Urbosa was right. Nothing got past the Gerudo when it came to them; the Gerudo was the mother amongst them, always checking up on them to make sure they were doing okay and always offered to help out. Her advice was filled with kindness and love. There was something about her that made everyone instantly trust her. If Urbosa could sense her love towards a certain someone, then she should be able to tell her anything.

"How do you know you know him?" Mipha dared, feeling a small burst of courage.

Urbosa smirked smugly. "No one else looks at him like that."

Damn her! Her brain screamed. But when she looked, there was nothing but warmth and understanding in Urbosa's eyes. There it was again. That sense of trust and complete love. Instantly, Mipha relaxed again and took a deep breath.

"You're right." Mipha choked out. "No one does but me."

The smugness deepened as victory flashed in Urbosa's eyes.

"Therefore you're sure to win his heart in the matter," Urbosa waved her hand as she clicked her tongue. "As for them—" she turned her gaze towards the Hylians, "— I need to have a chat with Link to make sure he won't hurt my best friend's daughter. We don't need them fighting again, do we?"

Mipha giggled as she shook her head. "No, we don't."

Urbosa grinned as she glanced over her shoulder at Daruk and Revali; her heart pounded with happiness at how they were getting along. "Now, we only need Revali getting along with Link," she joked.

The two were sent into laughter.

…

Purah slumped down into her chair as her head banged against her desk. She was exhausted but her work demanded attention. Robbie had gone out to see if the Guardians were finally responding properly, leaving her to check over their notes and work on a much smaller one to see if she could get it working again. Books about the Guardians lined up perfectly with one flipped open to the controls, and what connected to what. Purah swore her eyes were hurting each time she closed them for just a split second.

"This connects to this…"

"No, that doesn't seem right…"

"Shit! I'm going insane with this junk! Fuck! What made me think I could pull an overnighter working on these things?"

"Purah? Sis, are you here?"

Purah jumped at the sound of Impa's voice and twirled around to see her younger sister standing there with a worried expression, Robbie behind her with a sheepish one. The oldest Sheikah sister didn't have it in her to get mad at her best friend as she slumped down into her chair.

"Just lecture me," she whispered. "Go ahead, I'm awaiting."

Before her sister could reply, she gave off a yawn, trying to keep her eyes open as she waited for the lecture. It never came.

Impa winced. "Robbie says you've been at this since last night."

"Yeah," Purah admitted, running a hand through her loose hair. She felt like shit and could very well pass out at any given moment. At least Impa would be here to wake her up unlike how Robbie normally would. "I did— I'm sorry for not coming home, Imps. But I have to work on these."

Impa shook her head, taking Purah's hand and pulled her up. "You're coming home," she demanded. When her sister was about to argue, she placed her hand over Purah's mouth in order to stop her. "No buts. You need to rest, Purah. You'll be useless if you don't and I'm sure Robbie and the others can take over. I'd be a bad sister if I didn't make you take breaks."

"Imps—"

"No."

There was a slight whine in response but Impa couldn't help but laugh when she saw how Purah's eyes had already closed. Robbie snickered as he helped get Purah onto Impa's horse, in front of the younger sister who held the older tightly in place so she wouldn't fall off as they rode back home; Impa gave a tight nod to her friend before kicking her horse into a small pace.

Robbie watched for a moment before heading back inside to see what Purah had done and sighed heavily. It wasn't much. But it was more than he expected the exhausted Sheikah could do with the amount of sleep loss she had under her belt. He would just need to fix a few things and the small Guardian should be up and running again, along with its siblings.

Picking up the abandoned tool, Robbie hummed a song to himself as he opened up the backside and began to work away.

"Surely this won't take too long…" he mumbled. "It looks fairly easy and Purah did most of the work anyhow…"

He hoped Purah would be able to get the sleep she needed before returning back here to the endless work.

…

Zelda flipped the page in her book as her eyes skimmed over the words. She had been reading the book all about her hidden power again and each time she looked at it, she could feel herself becoming more and more self-conscious about ever awaking it like her ancestors had done before her.

If there was any way to ask them what they had done in order to do so; she would take the chance to speak with them. But no one could ever speak to dead people, it was unheard of and there was no power that would allow the living to speak with the dead. So, she was stuck with the guessing game to see what she could do in order to awaken the one thing they needed to defeat Ganon and seal him away forever. The Champions and everyone was counting on her after all.

A knock at her study's door made her jump back into reality as she stood up, twirling around to see the door opening to reveal the face that belonged to her father. She felt a rush of sadness that it wasn't Link. Quickly, she shook off the feeling, knowing she could see him at any given time she wanted.

"I came to see what you were doing." King Rhoam said, eyeing the book laying down on the desk. "The Champions have reported to me. I was wondering why you didn't give the report to me yourself."

"I was… trying to learn more about my power." Zelda admitted, hanging her head low. She knew her father would've liked it if the reports came from her— she was the Commander after all.

King Rhoam grunted. "Yet you know you're suppose to be with the Champions."

Zelda stiffened. "We're only meeting up a few times a week! If anything— once a month to check in with each other; they have other business to attend to you know! We all can't be the perfect ones you expect of us."

"I'm not saying I expect that," King Rhoam sighed. "I'm just saying you're suppose to go around to see if they're doing okay with the Divine Beasts."

Zelda glared at him. "And I will once I figure out where to go about the power I have hidden. I'm so sorry for trying to make sure we win this battle."

"Forget about the power!" snapped the King. It made her step back in shock at the sudden raise of his voice. She couldn't remember the last time he raised his voice. "I honestly expected you to take this duty more seriously."

A wave of anger rushed through the princess as her expression hardened. In Rhoam's eyes, all he could see was his deceased wife and his heart winced with pain as he realized what was happening; another fight between them. This time, it was his fault for not thinking about what he was saying to her and spiked her defense trigger to protect herself and her honor.

"I do take this seriously! It seems you fail to realize that!"

King Rhoam took a deep breath to calm his own anger. "Look at this through my eyes— how it must look to me and you'll realize where I'm coming from. I don't get reports from you when I should; the Champions shouldn't be giving me their reports!"

"And you should look at this through my eyes. Look how this is to me! I have a massive burden on my shoulders while you just sit there and send innocents to death; just like you did beforehand."

At the mention of his previous mistakes, King Rhoam stiffened. No one had ever gotten over those tiny mistakes on his part and he shivered each time he thought back to those yells of stepping down, how it should be Julia who makes the calls on who dies and who doesn't. In this moment, he found he had no energy to fight her about this anymore. He turned on his heels and began to walk away when her next sentence stopped him.

A wave of guilt flooded through him.

"Sure, just go— it's what you always do," Zelda whispered out, closing her eyes to stop the tears from falling. "I'm the failure you don't want as a daughter; Link is everything you want. I bet if this was him, you wouldn't care what he did in what order because you know he can uphold anything. Me? I'm everything you don't want. The only thing you ever taught me was how to compare myself to others and only see the faults."

"Honey, I—"

"Don't call me that. Just go."

King Rhoam winced but didn't say anything else. He continued on his way, leaving his daughter alone. Zelda slumped down into the chair and took a deep breath, eyes glancing at her book and found it was mocking her in some way shape or form. The hidden power was the very reason why the fight had taken place; the argument about whether or not it should come first or come last. The Champions had to come first in King Rhoam's eyes but not in Zelda's eyes.

How could they defeat Ganon if they didn't have the hidden power?

Choosing to ignore the fight for now, Zelda resumed reading it over and found there were various places that could help the power awaken. The Springs, Mountains were ancient statues laid, the list was endless in her eyes.

But in order to head to those places, it would mean ignoring the Champions and letting them do whatever they wanted while she left for them. Link, of course, would be going with her seeing as he was the Appointed Knight and he needed to make sure she was alright and protect her from danger; which she didn't mind as much as she would ever admit because it was nice having someone along with her.

With a heavy sigh, Zelda marked the page and closed the book. There was no way she could continue on reading with her mind replaying the incident; it would overpower anything she was reading.

She would just have to finish the book another time.

Another knock at the door made her attention snap somewhere else as she glanced over her shoulder to see Link peeping into the room with a slight smile. Instantly, she felt a wave of slight relief wash over her. It was a massive relief to see him and not her father coming to say something else to her about her lack of 'seriousness' towards the Champions.

"I overheard you had a fight," he said. "I wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

Zelda sighed. "I admit— what he said hurts. I am taking this seriously, aren't I?"

"You are." Link agreed, moving to sit next to her. "I'm sure he didn't mean to say anything he did— he just doesn't understand the stress you have on your shoulders because he isn't the one who has to deal with this."

"I just wish he can see how I want to focus on both of them…"

Link's heart twisted. He hated that tone. It was one of defeat and failure, and it didn't fit her at all. "I know," he whispered, pulling her into a hug. "I know. He will one day. Don't worry, I'll back you up— I might have to obey him; but you're my friend and Commander. It's more important I listen to you."

Zelda gave a slight smile. "Thank you."

He couldn't help his own smile that appeared as he nodded, and while the chance was perfect to take a risk in placing a kiss on her head; he stayed away from it. He didn't want to risk anything they had managed to build up. They had just managed to talk about the past and he'd die if they managed to fall back into their old route.

For now, he was just content on making sure she was feeling better from her fight with King Rhoam.

"Do you want anything?" he asked softly.

"No," Zelda said. "I just want to stay here for a little while."

Link smiled. "Of course, princess."

For a split second, he swore he saw her flinch at the use of her title. Did this mean she was considering allowing him to use her name instead of the title? Deep down, he seriously hoped she was thinking about it.

He would love to call her by her name again instead of using the title.