Cade was fumming. Was this Hylia's way of punishing him? The soldiers were dumb, the citizens were dumb, the nobles were dumb, and if it weren't for Gaebora, he would have denounced the Goddesses.

Zelda had been scavenging for her people's testimonies, because the nobles were still trying to convince her that their problems - which involved a lot of useless treason - were more important than no more than a couple of deaths.

The soldiers had taken their uselessness as a sign of her incompetence? That didn't even make sense, but they stood by it. They also blamed her for laying down their arms, which, true, that happened, but they also got to keep their lives because of it. They were still too angry and sore to see clearly.

The people were so divided it was dangerous to either show support to her Majesty or badmouth her.

And that wouldn't matter to him, no. Cade was proud of being rather simplistic and pragmatic; what killed him was Zelda's suffering.

She had lost the power she had harnessed, through blood and tears, after her father's death. The nobles were fighting among them, and blamed the people's unrest to her poor managemet. Her councilpeople were more dismissive than ever. Zelda had become quieter, plotting.

She had been writing letters to that Link guy like a mad person, asking Cade to send them with a shine in her voice that made Cade unable to tell her that things were getting so heated around the castle he had no way of sending those letters. They were held in the office, and the postmen couldn't tell him why everything that was being sent to Ordona Province seemed to halt in transit. And he had bribed anyone who had a chance of helping the darn letters be sent.

He scrunched his nose. Things were fishy.

She had handed him another letter that morning, asked him if the others one had been sent. Thank Hylia, Gaebora had appeared at the right moment - bless the man - and he had had the chance to leave inconspicuously.

She had been in her workroom since then.

He could only wonder how she felt. The councilpeople were still denying her claims, maybe not out loud, but they did everything they could to hinder her investigations and her trying to help the people; the noblemen were harsher than ever towards the peasants, and said peasants were starting to fight back.

"Are you sure you'd rather hold on to those?"

Cade entered the post office but stopped dead on his tracks.

"I can pay handsomely in exchange."

Fishy, indeed.

He stole a glance, expecting to see a sketchy character, a hooded, dark figure standing threatingly over a cowering postman, but he was greeted by a tall, charismatic and handsome young man he knew by heart.

William the villain.

And he was apparently trying to bribe letters out of such a respectable stablishment.

Without hiding his face, and without using a third party. Cade was decicedly not feeling pride for him, not at all.

It clicked really fast that he was talking with the man Cade had bribed before, and that he was probably trying to get Zelda's letters, and that meant shitty things.

"Why, William, may I ask what are you doing so far away from the castle?"

William started, turned slowly, "It is not that far from there. May I ask why you are here?"

Cade did not like this. William was being mean and weird, and Cade was being questioned, if the raised eyebrow of William was any indication.

Cade could not let those letters fall into his hands, "Actually, I came to get back some letters of mine."

The postman frowned as Cade moved to his place, grabbed the letters from one of his shelves, and started to leave.

"Wait a minute-" William frowned.

The postman looked alarmed.

Cade ran for it.

What were letters worth for? Nothing, he decided. No value to a piece of paper. Unless it was from a princess to a man no one knew anything about.

Was he going to put his well-being in the line for a piece of paper with words he had no idea about to a man he already didn't like?

Yes, he was.

He was being dumb.

Cade knew the roads better than William the villain so it was a matter of time for him to lose the man. But he still had the letters, and William would be waiting for him back in the castle. Maybe he could burn them? Better to dispose of them than let them become a weapon against Zelda. Her face flashed through his mind and he started to walk towards a main entrance. No fire, then. It wasn't as if Cade had expected for people not to spy on the princess. But maybe he had expected it. He was pissed.

The sun moved slowly through the sky, Cade stomped the ground repeteadly, if only Zelda could fry them all with her magic. Stupid William.

Cade was glaring at the sun when he finally saw a postman going out.

"What is it with you and letters and being bribed?"

The postman grabbed his hat, moved it to scratch at his head, "Politics, that's what. We like it no better than you do."

Cade was about to tell him that he had to spill or he was going to have princess Zelda at his ass, "I need you to send this letters-"

"Yes, I know. I saw everything, you don't have to pay extra, I already talked it out with my pal."

He extended his hand, and Cade gave him the letters.

"I don't want to pressure you, but this letters are for like, yesterday."

The postman huffed. He turned the letters in his hands, saw the destination, "They'll take a while to get to Ordona, I have to make others stops, too."

Cade gave him a look, "Really? After all I've been through?"

The postman clicked his tongue, shrugged. He bowed his head and made to keep going. He stopped.

"You know, that man, William, he went through 5 post offices looking for these," he waved the letters, "so there, that's our way of saying sorry."

Cade squinted as he saw the postman enter a jog.

Really? They were just darn letters.