Scattering petals
Link & Zelda
Chapter 19: Enemy's blade
When the stealthiest of the enemies rise against the heiress to the crown
Author's note: I wasn't planning to add the champion's perspective to this. Maybe I won't have them all, but Urbosa for now is an exception. After all, she is the main zelink matchmaker, you just need to read her diary in the DLC, -if you haven't-, to find out what I'm talking about. I believe her intervention in this chapter will aid the development of our main couple.
As always, enjoy the chapter!
Urbosa summoned him after the town's curfew. Princess Zelda was asleep already, she assured him. A private room in the Oasis Hotel had been designated for Her Highness and the Chief had given direct orders to watch the girl's activity. She hadn't been resting well lately. Link had noticed that too when they met at Vah Naboris. Research had never left Her Highness asleep. And because of that, the knight and the matriarch agreed to meet outside Gerudo's walls. Nobody was aware of her nocturne trip to Kara Kara Bazaar. She trusted her fighters, but it was better to not speak of her business with the hylian people to avoid eavesdropping. Especially when she was about to break the rules she swore to honor once.
She found the knight training restlessly at the top of the building with the moonlight shining and accompanying the shadows that lurked in the sands with each one of his invisible strikes. The sheath of the master sword was forgotten on the floor of the ceiling and the blade emitted ethereal energy that even she could perceive. It resembled what warmed her chest while piloting Vah Naboris. A strange sense of belonging and predestination bounded by destiny. Staring at Link, she recognized the same sensation coating him. There was no doubt that he was the Chosen One. Not only because of his skills but also because of the apparent connection he shared with the legendary weapon. Hylia had blessed him with virtue, patience, and courage indeed. She just wished Zelda could access those same gifts soon so she could stop blaming herself. Maybe then she would stop comparing herself to the hylian knight. Only then they could start getting along for once.
His strong motions stopped when he perceived her presence, not saying squat. He wasn't a man of words, the Chieftain observed. She would go straight to the case, then.
"Yiga pests could be around every corner now." The gerudo started, her tone as still as the sands. "I wouldn't reveal this to any other person. But this is an exceptional case and you are princess Zelda's most trusted guard. And a fellow champion too." Link's eyes lit with cerulean sparks at the announcement.
Urbosa had accepted Hyrule's proposal to pilot the Divine Beast. She knew there was no denying King's Rhoam call once he reached her for the task. She went her way back with Hyrule's royal family and once made an oath to the late queen: she would look after Zelda to her last breath. The duty as a chieftain hadn't allowed her to be around the hylian court as much as she should, but the princess hadn't taken it into account. She, too, was aware of the weight of a crown and land to rule. Though she lacked more profound knowledge of Hyrule's religion, rituals, and theology the Princess was compelled to bear and understand daily.
Her experience allowed Urbosa to read Link's discreet expressions. He was a voe after all and a teenager at that, just like the princess, whose humanity and young age seemed to be forgotten often by spectators all around the kingdom. Now the knight would have to keep a low profile if he wanted to continue serving the crown.
"I hope your acting skills are on point because you need to pass as a woman if you want to enter gerudo town to keep an eye on our little bird." She revealed.
His face was priceless. The matriarch couldn't help but laugh openly, not caring about waking up people in the bazaar. Only Urbosa could switch from a serious composure to a playful one in seconds. Due to the lack of interaction, Link still didn't know how to handle her, so he stayed silent. Despite that, he felt the urge to ask to satisfy his curiosity.
"How can I achieve that?" His eyebrow was slightly arched, kind of fearing the answer.
"Looking like one, of course." Urbosa teased with a wink. She had a peculiar sense of humor. From waking up princesses with thunder to making a royal guard crossdress to enter her town. "We can't deny one's identity if they feel like a woman. Dressing up will be enough."
Judging only by his appearance, the Chief of the land believed Link was a very intuitive person, athletically inclined, caring, and diligent. He had to be if serving Zelda had been his duty for months now. She had told Urbosa how much she had been struggling to get along with the appointed knight. Moreover, the gerudo could also perceive the hero's stiffness around her. And she was sure it was due to her difficulty in managing her. She had to do something about it. That was why, for very egoistical and personal reasons, she was revealing the secret to accessing her town.
"Alright then." To her surprise, the voe accepted almost instantly. She still hadn't even told him where to find the clothes yet. Though he seemed determined to find his way on his own. "Thank you for sharing this with me."
Yes, she liked the voe. He seemed like the kind of person Princess Zelda needed by her side. Someone willing to listen and offer support unconditionally. A knight with values and skills to protect her from harm. Link was fully immersed in his job to perform those tasks. If only the King didn't pressure the princess to awaken her sealing powers so much, maybe she wouldn't feel that savage loathing towards him. Despite that, Urbosa suspected that it was only a superficial barrier. An emotional cuirass to shield herself from receiving more harm than she was already handling. Who wouldn't like having a voe like Link around? Caring for her, granting her well-being, and her existence becoming the number one priority. Additionally, the kid wasn't so bad himself. No, he didn't possess the privileged genetics of a muscular and fierce gerudo, but he was just fine: pretty eyes, decent presence, and strong hands capable of both fighting and loving. From what she could see, he was Princess Zelda's ideal prototype. Maybe, after all, it was the reason for her rejection of him. Maybe she was aware of the danger that implied involving herself emotionally with someone out of her royal circle. Soon, she would prove that theory.
The knight sensed the dubious smile on the chieftain's face. He didn't dare to ask what was going through her mind.
"We both know the princess needs all the help she can get." Urbosa started, preparing to talk about the topic. "I must thank you for watching over her as I would."
Princess Zelda had some cherished friendships, Link thought in awe. The matriarch was the second person to thank him on the princess' behalf that week. Impa was the first. But quite contrary to the allies she had by her side, the royal heiress also could say the same about her enemies. After all, gerudo desert had a whole clan determined to destroy Hyrule's crown to support Calamity Ganon.
"I once made an oath, you know." Urbosa continued with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. "I promised the late queen to look after her daughter once she transcended to the spirit realm."
It was the first time someone directly told Link about the princess' childhood. He listened attentively to the matriarch's story. Personally, Link had never been informed about that so-called spirit realm. In the peasant's world, where he was from, people just died because of war or illnesses. In the court, however, the religion and myths about deities and other dimensions were widely-held beliefs. Real life had taught Link that fairytales were just that, stories with fantastic elements to help in aiding a logical explanation of all the pain and hurt in the world. Since he had retrieved the master sword, however, his perspective on those magical legends had changed. The world wasn't black or white but painted with intermediate shades of grey tones in between. How else could anybody explain the magical source of energy stored in the sword on his back? Nevertheless, making that jump to having faith in a meta-eternal realm withholding the deceased ones' souls was a significant assumption Link didn't dare to believe. He wouldn't deny it, either. Time had proved him several ways of surprising his preexistent beliefs. He went from being a lowly knight to becoming the escort to a magical-blessed princess. If someone told him this would happen to his past self, he wouldn't have believed any of it.
Spending time with the princess, however, had granted him more knowledge than he ever expected to grasp. He had never been the bookworm type, but being around a scholar had taught him a thing or two. Not only in combat about weak spots but also in sheikah technology and Hyrule's flora, for example. Link hadn't expected to find his father being right so soon about the experience one acquires while escorting a member of the royal family. Or merely by being close to one.
Urbosa told him about a similar experience with the late queen. They had been growing closer after her coronation as gerudo chieftain. She had been the ideal pick due to her extensive travels and knowledge of the other cultures of Hyrule. Her relationship with the rulers of Hyrule had been a plus that helped her rule over the desert with easy communication with the main kingdom too. Her vow to protect the unforgiving wasteland and reign over the region hadn't allowed the gerudo champion to focus on more personal matters such as family or romantic life. The queen of Hyrule had been her only bond to that aspect of her womanly side. As soon as the princess was born, Urbosa began to cherish and care deeply for her, fulfilling his motherly side that would want a normal life far from the throne. All people in power had a side that wished that to some extent. Link, sometimes, did too. The chief explained it was quite a common phenomenon. She illustrated the value of living with the late queen's example and her sudden death. She didn't mention the cause of the disease, however. Nobody did it as a sign of respect. It was just another one of the royal etiquette protocols for good manners. Zelda, during her childhood, had never shown a hint of sadness in public because of the protocol. A court, after all, was all about appearances. Time, nevertheless, had healed the inner child wound on her, leaving a scar in her heart as a reminder. Urbosa had learned to bear that grief on her own too. But as she was an adult, she couldn't help but pity the orphan princess.
"I made it my mission to make the princess' life as joyful as possible. But now I see I cannot succeed alone." She concluded and directed a piercing glance at him. "That assignment is now in your hands, Link."
If it weren't for the serious topic of conversation, a laugh would have escaped the knight's lips. But the matriarch remained straight-faced before him, the graveness kinda intimidated the young voe. He tried to find his voice in the middle of so much heat and sand.
"Me? Have you seen how upset she is whenever I'm around?" His question was honest. He hadn't achieved getting along with her and it had been months since he had been appointed as her escort.
Urbosa didn't look like she had the exact answer to his question either. There were lots of mysteries in his life that nobody else seemed to understand. Only a person with a similar situation and going through it could possess the same point of view. That reflection gave him a notion of where to start searching for replies.
"I believe you will be capable to make the princess happy someday." The chief insisted, truly convinced of it. Link admired her faith in him though he couldn't identify yet the reason why. "It may be selfish to ask this of you but… If I fall during the upcoming war, I need to know you will make everything in your hands to make Princess Zelda smile again."
Princess Zelda smiling was an unusual sight her knight didn't remember witnessing. Was it even possible to make her smile? The unfair treatment from the King, the constant pressure, and the court's gossiping… All because of that sealing power she couldn't awaken. If she truly had been blessed with Hylia's blood, why was she struggling to unlock it? Link didn't want to make assumptions, he didn't doubt the princess' holy heritage but there had to be some reason why she was unable to do so. If it weren't out of place for him, maybe then he would propose some alternative. But he didn't know where to start either. If he could even get the chance to start doing so.
"Do we stand a chance?" There was a slight trace of confusion in Urbosa's expression. "Against the Calamity." He clarified.
Falling in battle concerned him. He tried to train constantly, once after raising and again before drifting off to sleep. He finally had gotten used to the weight of the sword. It felt heavier than the regular swordsmanship equipment Hyrule's castle possessed. His muscles and hands got stronger and wider and he had achieved to feel the weapon as an extension of his own body. There certainly was some connection, a bond that tied him to the master sword. It was hard to explain, but the feeling was there. From what he could recall hearing, Princess Zelda didn't feel any of those things. If he was terrified of being defeated during the war despite his fighting skills, he couldn't imagine how the heiress could be bearing the burden. Her behavior towards others, -towards him-, gave Link an approximate idea.
"Well, I don't know about you, voe." The ambiance got lighter with the chieftain's words. "But the King bestowed the champion title for a reason. If someone can win, it's us."
There was a spark of defiance and determination in her green eyes. Something in her expression, however, wasn't so convinced of her words.
Link suddenly noticed a light twitch on Urbosa's agile fingers as she reached for her scimitar. There it was, that comforting smile on her face again.
"I would hate to be the reason to keep you up so late but-..." She started, sliding swiftly the weapon from its sheath. "I need to make sure your skills to protect the princess are up to my standards. Care for a duel?"
The tease in her voice was noticeable now. Link finally had begun to understand why Princess Zelda felt so at home when spending time with Urbosa.
She may be young, but she wasn't clueless. She knew something had changed as soon as she woke up and noticed the gerudo guards' absence outside the door of Hotel Oasis. For once, Princess Zelda was completely alone and anonymous at that. Somehow, she was glad about it.
However, deep down inside, she knew that it had been Urbosa's doing. Last night she had been brief. She hadn't even finished the drink she ordered, something called Noble Pursuit with scandalous alcoholic content underage vai like her couldn't have. As soon as the matriarch left, nevertheless, Zelda took a sip and cringed at the raspy sensation in her throat. At first impression, she hadn't suspected the chief was up to something. But now that she was left alone in Gerudo town, there was no doubt. And, to double the bet, she believed Link had to do something too about the sudden freedom she was granted around the region. Certainly, she would keep an eye on the several entrances to check if she could spot him to avoid his presence.
Regardless of that, the princess wasn't willing to let paranoia bitter her day. The sun shone brightly, sending unforgiving waves of heat down at the desert. She had been struggling to bear the high temperatures, but that wouldn't stop her research either. Zelda had decided she would make the most of her stay in Gerudo valley, maximizing the time to do all she wasn't allowed to do back at Hyrule Castle. Finally, her modifications on Vah Naboris had progressed adequately, granting a more fluid control of its commands for Urbosa. She spent her mornings inside the Divine Beast to ride the wave and solve any questions she had about the settings. The dwellers back in the town admired the thunderous movements of the camel-shaped machine from the distance, complimenting both their matriarch and the hylian princess. The feeling of accomplishment caught up in her chest had motivated Zelda enough to finally dare to exit the walls to complete the compendium of the sheikah slate with autochthonous flora and fauna on the desert.
And so, she made her way outside the Oasis Hotel to stroll through the market and prepare for the trip. The Rito among all the travelers seemed to be the ones struggling the most with the hot ambiance. After them, the hylian species followed since the Goron were already used to the climate back at Death Mountain. That reminded the princess to write a letter to both Revali and Daruk to inform them of Urbosa's decision to be the gerudo champion. But she would do that later at night, back when she returned to the Hotel to rest. Kara Kara Bazaar had a post office service, so she would ask Link to deliver them for her. That way she would have an excuse to check on him and avoid problems in case he told her father about her prolonged disappearance once in Gerudo Town.
Apart from that, it was not the time to worry about her knight. Lately, her mind often drifted back to him, but the heiress convinced herself that it was because of the possible retaliation the King could cast upon her if she didn't behave with Hyrule's hero. What other reason could agitate her mind, in that case?
The Princess shook her head to banish the thought from her head and avoid cursing for her easily-distracted mind. She earned a questioning glance from the merchant at the stall she was standing before. She wiped the image of her knight and returned to the previous list she arranged to find ingredients for a cooling potion.
"I'd like a Hydromelon, please." Zelda had read it was the ideal solution to overheating. The juice inside the fruit was known to have chilling properties, ideal to combat the high temperatures on goron's mountainside or the desert region. The merchant handed her one of the melons on the first row of the shop.
"Too ripe." A strange voice beside her spoke.
The princess was startled because of its proximity, but she calmed down once her eyes spotted a blonde woman examining warily the rest of the hydromelons. After a few moments, she offered Zelda a much heavier one. Its color was greener and it weighed as if it were fuller though the size wasn't much different from the one she was given before.
"Delicious." The hylian traveler insisted, motioning for her to buy it. Her voice was between raspy and sharp, a combination of adjectives Zelda believed she would never use together. The traditional gerudo clothing was covering her mouth with a veil. Maybe the cloth was what was causing that particular sound effect while speaking?
"Thank you." The princess acknowledged her help and when she turned after paying, the woman suddenly disappeared.
The royal heiress tried not to think much about it as she carried on with the shopping. Her next stop was the stall on the other side of the main square. The gerudo woman in charge of the shop had a selected variety of mushrooms from all over Hyrule. Zelda, this time, was able to value their quality because she was familiar with those species. She had collected several of them during her travels, but those looked especially consistent. They were worth their price, she noticed while counting the rupees to pay.
"Two chillshrooms." The princess handed the exact amount of green gems. She received the blue mushrooms in exchange.
"Thank you for your purchase." Zelda tried to find the correct pronunciation of the equivalent of 'good day' in their language. "Savaaq." She managed to say, still recalling her former lessons in Hyrule castle. Yes, she missed language classes. At least they were fruitful and of use. She obtained a warm smile from the busy merchant before she returned to the business with other customers in line.
She found herself before the next stall, examining the exemplars of cool safflina on sale. Technically, she had enough ingredients for a chilly elixir. But carrying more just in case wouldn't be harmful, right? After all, she wasn't sure about how much time she would spend outside in the valley. She had the habit of forsaking the notion of time while exploring. It was better to take the necessary precautions if needed since she was going alone, after all. Taking responsibility for possible outcomes and obstacles would prove her mature behavior. Maybe then the King's pawns would stop bothering her. Link in the first place.
Again, she remembered his sharp frame and dirty blonde hair. This time she used her right hand to wipe the thought and a thin layer of sweat from her forehead. Like the needle of a compass, her thoughts always traveled back to him. As if he were like the burden of Hylia's powers out of her reach… Sometimes she hated her ruminations. A simple forethought on her daily duties was capable of driving her up the wall. Her brain eventually had learned to associate her escort's presence sticking along to her religious routines, so it was a two-for-one. On the other side, everything had a counterpart. It was also her wisdom that blessed Hyrule with the strategy of the four Divine Beasts against the Calamity. She had to possess some knowledge after all, didn't she? She was supposed to represent the embodiment of the triforce based on thoughts. At least some side of her unmistakably honored Nayru's qualities. Most days Zelda thought the goddess would make the same if she were in her place to not feel guilty about her technology 'distractions', as her father addressed it.
It was just how the world worked, the princess assured mentally while shopping for the cool safflina. Just like the Calamity doomed them with every return after a while because of craving power, just like Link reacted courageously before an attack and just like she possessed a hunger for wisdom. The triforce myth had more sense now than ever. And despite that fact and the fervorous routines of the priests in the Temple of Time, nobody else in the kingdom understood it. Yet nobody questioned Link for his habits or pastimes, whichever those were… Probably cooking?
As soon as Princess Zelda stepped out of gerudo town, she noticed Link was nowhere to be found. She even turned around the corner to see if she spotted him at the other entrance, but he wasn't there either. She didn't know if she should be glad or concerned about it. What motive could bring her insistent, overprotective, and silent escort to abandon his place? She wasn't the one to complain, but still. It was strange. Despite his absence, the heiress still felt as if somebody were watching her every step. Even when she was already long gone into the wastelands, she still felt observed. The town was left forgotten behind her along with its fellow female dwellers. She could still discern its brown silhouette on the horizon despite the wind carrying along soft waves of sand.
She was headed to the great fossil of Gerudo. She had yet to see the other two with her own eyes. Nobody knew their exact location. Hearsay was her only source of information at the moment. But, luckily, if she managed to fit its enormous dimensions into a picture with the sheikah slate, Purha could try and activate the radar function. That tool on the slate had been in development for some weeks as Robbie investigated the Shrine of Resurrection in The Great Plateau. And if it finally worked, Hyrule could make good use of it. Not only to find ingredients, chests, buried relics, ruins, or animals but also for scientific purposes. Her excursion to the only discovered fossil was a task in the name of the Royal Lab, something her father would not like. But he wouldn't get to find out about the trip. Zelda cherished the thought bitterly, feeling some traces of guilt for being a dubious subject to the main crown. Nobody else could comprehend that need for the greater good. What did some hours of lack of meditation suppose to such discovery if the radar function was finally a success? Her mind answered: nothing but advantages.
Zelda snapped back to reality when her eyes met a sudden source of water. An oasis was spotted by the keen princess and she decided it was the perfect spot, -under the shade of the palm tree-, to prepare some chilly elixir. Fortunately, a camp was already set there and the respondent had made a bonfire to cook. The princess wondered if, despite not being aware of her royal status, the owner of the cooking pot would allow her to prepare the cooling potion with those same tools. Whoever had set a campsite, it was the doing of an experimented traveler.
"Hello?" The heiress asked out loud to warn of her presence and not scare whoever was installed in the oasis.
The same woman from the marketplace exited the cloth tent. The princess was kinda glad to see a 'known' face in the desert. Something within her instilled a sensation of familiarity. There was nothing in particular that made her feel that as she barely spoke and her body wasn't specifically communicative with body language in compensation. But, there she was, sharing an oasis with a stranger. The woman acknowledged her presence with a slight nod.
"May I stay here to rest?" Zelda shyly approached, stepping into the shade of the tree. "I also have to prepare an elixir, if you don't mind."
All the awkwardness cooped up in her chest vanished as soon as her companion motioned for her to sit before the cooking pot. It was unexpected certainly since most people saw the elaboration of potions with monster parts and insects as a bizarre act. Luckily for her, the stranger was commiserative and remained silent as she collected the ingredients from the belt pouch she carried. Her body was aching for something to combat the overheating. Then she remembered her manners and turned to the resting woman sitting three feet behind her.
"Do you want some elixir? The hydromelon was your pick, after all." The princess offered with a wide smile. Her companion thought about it, remaining silent for a few moments to finally nod in agreement. Zelda used the moment to scan the woman's body language. She was a hylian but her manly way of sitting in the sand left a lot to be desired. While holding that pose, the princess noticed the muscular frame of those firm arms. Her study finished as soon as she stared back with icy eyes. It made the princess' heart skip a beat. The tension forced her to avert her glance.
"I am going to visit the great fossil." Zelda spoke to lighten the clumsiness of the situation. "Rumor has it there are two more like this one but only the gerudo have been capable to explore the region enough to discover its exact location."
The woman emitted a slight hum as a sign of understanding. That encouraged the princess to continue with her monologue. She had been clinging to that habit lately. Words had been her comfort while making simple tasks such as elixir elaboration. Zelda pictured her next words as she poured the hydromelon juice into the cooking pot.
"Not a lot of people dare to come to Gerudo." Her commentary was completely intentional to see if the stranger was willing to put up a good conversation or at least introduce herself, but there was no luck. She just stared at her straight-faced. Well, at least the part she could see uncovered from the gerudo veil. "Honestly, the loss is theirs." She concluded, seeing the companion wasn't willing to answer.
Zelda stirred the content on the cooking pot with care, distracting herself with the liquid that slowly turned to a blue shade. The fruity smell was a blessing to her senses, numbed by the amount of sand in the area. She added some cool safflina leaves too so the elixir could be more potent now that she had to share it. The lilac petals fell with delicacy into the pot where the monster's body parts were almost non-spottable anymore. After some seconds of stirring, the content turned into a homogeneous liquid that soon looked edible. The sparkly beams on the shallowest part of the potion indicated it was ready to drink. The princess poured the content into the petite bottles she carried, achieving to fill up three of them.
Having in mind her manners, the heiress turned to face the woman sitting in the shade. She held out one of the elixirs. A strong and callous hand reached for it. It looked just familiar, Zelda thought to herself, paying attention to how the woman would drink the potion if she was veiled. Despite wearing traditional gerudo clothing, the use of the facial veil had been forgotten and no dwellers from the town used it anymore. Maybe she wore it because of her easily-tanned skin? With those deep blue eyes and blonde hair she surely was the type to get sunburned easily. The princess could spot some redness on the bridge of her nose and her shoulders. She was in desperate need of an elixir.
"Cheers." Zelda raised her hand to toast awkwardly with the woman.
The princess swallowed the content in the bottle and rested to observe how her companion was planning on drinking the elixir. Would she take off the veil to finally reveal her identity? The mystery put her curiosity on the edge. The woman noticed the girl's permanent scanning on her and Zelda swore she could sense something wrong.
However, the enemy was not in front of her.
"Oh, finally, living beings!"
Zelda and the woman turned to see a lost traveler coming their way. He looked like a sheikah as he had an eye tattoo on his forehead and his platinum hair tied up in a bun. The traditional clothing was too much for such a heated ambiance in the Gerudo region. He approached casually though he seemed exhausted. The princess was about to offer a seat when she saw her companion leaving the elixir aside, forgotten, getting on her guard. She was hiding a peculiar sword in one of the bags in her tent. Was that-...? No, it couldn't be.
"Do you know which way I should go to return to Gerudo Town?" The young sheikah man interrupted, returning the attention to him. He was carrying a huge backpack that looked heavy. Though it was strange for him to be so far from the village if the path was clear today. "It seems like I got lost wandering around. The desert looks stunning today."
"Indeed." The princess got up and nodded, taking out the sheikah slate to show the map to the traveler.
As soon as she stood beside him, however, a strange sensation made her stomach twist with discomfort. Suddenly, the traveler's tone darkened, giving Zelda a dark glance.
"Too bad you won't be alive to enjoy it." He sentenced.
The princess was blinded by the flash of the sun reflected in a short blade pointed at her. A strange reddish smoke surrounded the figure of the traveler to reveal his true colors. The red jumpsuit, a white mask with an inverted eye, the pointy weapon, leathered hands… There was no doubt, he had been a camouflaged Yiga Clan member.
And she had fallen into the trap.
As you might have guessed, this is just the beginning of the Recovered Memory number #7 so expect a fight scene in the next chapter. Cliffhanger for all of you, dear readers.
The next two chapters will be the end of the first character development arc and I'm so excited for you to read them. These upcoming chapters were the main scene that came to my mind once I decided to write a slowburn.
I can't wait to show you what will be in store very soon. If you check my DeviantArt, the most recent Zelink illustration will give you a hint. Remember you can find all of my social media links in my profile. If you want to hold the hype, just wait until the next update. It won't take long, I promise.
Yours Sincerely.
Stella.
