"Father insists that I get a new dress for the May festivity," Zelda
explained. "And of course, with every dress comes all the accessories and
jewelry I'm forced to wear."
Impa coughed, and raised her eyebrows at Zelda.
"...pretend you didn't just hear that. I love wearing jewelry!!"
"Okay," Link responded, shrugging.
Meanwhile.......
"No, that'll never work," Conner judged. "Not formal enough."
Sighing, Brian put down the tunic he was holding up to himself. "At this rate, we'll never find something suitable!"
"I think you two are being too harsh on yourselves," said a clerk.
"Well no one asked you....Devon," Brian retorted, reading her name tag. "You don't even know what we're attending."
"What, the King's May festivity?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
Devon stared at them, then burst into a violent fit of laughter. "You two are going to the May festivity?! That's hysterical, the funniest thing I've heard all day! Don't make me laugh!!"
"Laughing's good for you," Impa informed, walking up behind Devon.
"Uh...who are you?"
"The name's Impa...Devon," she answered. "I'm Princess Zelda's caretaker." She turned on her heel towards Brian and Conner. "Are you two, by any chance, named Brian Stevens, Roy Stefan, Mario Vasquez or Conner O'Brien?"
"Yeah," Conner answered. "How'd you-"
"Well, Devon," Impa cut in, turning back to the clerk. "I'll have you know that these two ARE invited to the May festivity. So from now on, I'll thank you to keep out of our affairs."
"Fine," Devon sniffed, walking away. "Old coot."
"Looks like you two could use some help," Impa said to the two of them. "Want me to lend you a hand?"
"Sure," Conner answered gratefully.
"Follow me," Impa said, guiding them out of the store.
"King Harkinian!" exclaimed King Lowell. "It's simply marvelous to know that Zelda's back. No serious damage, I hope?"
"A cut on her cheek, nothing more," King Harkinian said. "I myself was surprised to see her home so quickly. But I am, of course, glad."
"Who went to rescue her?" Prince Marth asked, a little jealous. "King Arthur? Or one of the knights of your pentagonal table perhaps?"
"Actually, this may shock you, but she was saved from Gannondorf's clutches by a peasant."
"A peasant?!" King Lowell cried. "Did you hear that, son?!"
He sure did. "Who is this lowly filth that--"
"Come now Prince Marth," King Harkinian laughed. "We must not get rude. After all, he did save my daughter. Lowly scum that he is."
"Well why him?! Could I have not defeated Gannondorf just as well, if not killed him?!"
"Temper, temper," King Lowell scolded lightly. "I am sure that King Harkinian has a reasonable explanation as to why he picked a peasant boy to save his daughter." He looked at his fellow king.
"Well, it's a long story..." King Harkinian began, as they walked into a clothes shop.
Link stared at the princess in disbelief. He couldn't believe how much time he was spending with her, alone as well. Astounded at his own luck, he watched her. She was presently buying an emerald brooch.
He had never seen anyone more beautiful than her, and he knew no one could ever compare when it came to beauty. Not only that, but he had known her for three days and Link already could tell she was one of the sweetest, and most considerate beings ever to walk the planet.
"Uh, Link? Are you alive?"
Link had been so busy staring at her, that when she had turned her attention towards him he hadn't realized it.
"W-what? Oh, sorry about that." As she turned away, Link slapped his forehead. You idiot! he scolded himself. I can't zone out anymore like that, she'll get suspicious.
"Oh no," Zelda whispered, backing up slightly against Link. "There's my father and King Lowell. Quick, let's go!"
Unfortunately, King Harkinian spotted them before they could get away. "Zelda, over here!"
She turned and smiled forcefully. Then she almost fainted when she noticed that Marth was among them.
"Link, what are you still doing here?!" King Harkinian barked, as they came closer. "Begone, boy!"
Bowing slightly, Link dashed off. Zelda watched him go mournfully.
"Oh father, he was helping me," she complained lightly.
"Honestly Zelda," Marth laughed. "What taste could a peasant possibly have for a princess' garments?" He chuckled.
Zelda looked away fuming. How dare he insult Link like that! She hated people who looked down their noses at commoners. So saying, she and her father rarely got along. Marth didn't seem half as charming as he did when they first met.
"I must be simply dumb," Zelda apologized, squinting her eyes.
"No need to say you're sorry," Marth said cheerfully. "Here, why don't you let a prince help you choose your garments? I mean, that grime isn't even going to be at the party, so why-"
"Actually Marth," Zelda interrupted, as he steered her away from the kings. "Link is coming. I invited him."
"What?!" Marth asked, furious. "Why?!"
"Hmmm, I don't know, maybe it's because he just saved my life!"
Marth turned around and faced her darkly. She returned his stare. Then he sighed, and put his hands on her shoulders.
Get off me, she thought angrily.
"I'm sorry princess," he apologized, as if trying to be noble. "I guess that I let my feelings run away with me. Forgive me?"
Without giving her a chance to resopnd, he grasped her hand and led her to one of the jewelry shops.
"Here, what do you think of this sapphire necklace?"
Zelda raised her eyebrows at it. The thing was huge, and was likely to make her topple over if she put it on. "I'm sorry, it's...not my color."
This was a strange answer, she knew. But the thing was also so luxurious looking, she thought that wearing it would be parading around saying, "Hello, look at my necklace and tell me I'm richer than you because I could afford it."
Eventually, she selected a diamond necklace--smaller, lighter, and not as boasty looking.
Later that day, all the royals and Impa met up, having bought all that they needed.
"Well, I certainly got a lot done," Zelda sighed, flopping down onto her bed. She sighed.
"Yes," Impa agreed. "Including making a new relationship."
Zelda turned over. "What do you mean?"
Impa grinned. "Don't be coy," she laughed. "I know that you like that kid Link. And personally, I don't blame you. Not a bad-looking boy."
"What?!" Zelda cried, sitting up. "How dare you imply that, Impa!" But her anger didn't last long. She sat down on her chair, staring wistfully out her window. "Yes, he is handsome...isn't he?"
"Yes," Impa agreed. "I already said that. But you've only known him a couple days, and besides-"
"He's a peasant," Zelda sighed. "Good-night, Impa."
"Good-night, princess."
As Impa closed the door behind her, Zelda fell back onto her bed. Her nursemaid was certainly right about Link's looks. But nothing serious was ever going to happen. No "relationship" would follow. It was just a party, wasn't it...................?
Impa coughed, and raised her eyebrows at Zelda.
"...pretend you didn't just hear that. I love wearing jewelry!!"
"Okay," Link responded, shrugging.
Meanwhile.......
"No, that'll never work," Conner judged. "Not formal enough."
Sighing, Brian put down the tunic he was holding up to himself. "At this rate, we'll never find something suitable!"
"I think you two are being too harsh on yourselves," said a clerk.
"Well no one asked you....Devon," Brian retorted, reading her name tag. "You don't even know what we're attending."
"What, the King's May festivity?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
Devon stared at them, then burst into a violent fit of laughter. "You two are going to the May festivity?! That's hysterical, the funniest thing I've heard all day! Don't make me laugh!!"
"Laughing's good for you," Impa informed, walking up behind Devon.
"Uh...who are you?"
"The name's Impa...Devon," she answered. "I'm Princess Zelda's caretaker." She turned on her heel towards Brian and Conner. "Are you two, by any chance, named Brian Stevens, Roy Stefan, Mario Vasquez or Conner O'Brien?"
"Yeah," Conner answered. "How'd you-"
"Well, Devon," Impa cut in, turning back to the clerk. "I'll have you know that these two ARE invited to the May festivity. So from now on, I'll thank you to keep out of our affairs."
"Fine," Devon sniffed, walking away. "Old coot."
"Looks like you two could use some help," Impa said to the two of them. "Want me to lend you a hand?"
"Sure," Conner answered gratefully.
"Follow me," Impa said, guiding them out of the store.
"King Harkinian!" exclaimed King Lowell. "It's simply marvelous to know that Zelda's back. No serious damage, I hope?"
"A cut on her cheek, nothing more," King Harkinian said. "I myself was surprised to see her home so quickly. But I am, of course, glad."
"Who went to rescue her?" Prince Marth asked, a little jealous. "King Arthur? Or one of the knights of your pentagonal table perhaps?"
"Actually, this may shock you, but she was saved from Gannondorf's clutches by a peasant."
"A peasant?!" King Lowell cried. "Did you hear that, son?!"
He sure did. "Who is this lowly filth that--"
"Come now Prince Marth," King Harkinian laughed. "We must not get rude. After all, he did save my daughter. Lowly scum that he is."
"Well why him?! Could I have not defeated Gannondorf just as well, if not killed him?!"
"Temper, temper," King Lowell scolded lightly. "I am sure that King Harkinian has a reasonable explanation as to why he picked a peasant boy to save his daughter." He looked at his fellow king.
"Well, it's a long story..." King Harkinian began, as they walked into a clothes shop.
Link stared at the princess in disbelief. He couldn't believe how much time he was spending with her, alone as well. Astounded at his own luck, he watched her. She was presently buying an emerald brooch.
He had never seen anyone more beautiful than her, and he knew no one could ever compare when it came to beauty. Not only that, but he had known her for three days and Link already could tell she was one of the sweetest, and most considerate beings ever to walk the planet.
"Uh, Link? Are you alive?"
Link had been so busy staring at her, that when she had turned her attention towards him he hadn't realized it.
"W-what? Oh, sorry about that." As she turned away, Link slapped his forehead. You idiot! he scolded himself. I can't zone out anymore like that, she'll get suspicious.
"Oh no," Zelda whispered, backing up slightly against Link. "There's my father and King Lowell. Quick, let's go!"
Unfortunately, King Harkinian spotted them before they could get away. "Zelda, over here!"
She turned and smiled forcefully. Then she almost fainted when she noticed that Marth was among them.
"Link, what are you still doing here?!" King Harkinian barked, as they came closer. "Begone, boy!"
Bowing slightly, Link dashed off. Zelda watched him go mournfully.
"Oh father, he was helping me," she complained lightly.
"Honestly Zelda," Marth laughed. "What taste could a peasant possibly have for a princess' garments?" He chuckled.
Zelda looked away fuming. How dare he insult Link like that! She hated people who looked down their noses at commoners. So saying, she and her father rarely got along. Marth didn't seem half as charming as he did when they first met.
"I must be simply dumb," Zelda apologized, squinting her eyes.
"No need to say you're sorry," Marth said cheerfully. "Here, why don't you let a prince help you choose your garments? I mean, that grime isn't even going to be at the party, so why-"
"Actually Marth," Zelda interrupted, as he steered her away from the kings. "Link is coming. I invited him."
"What?!" Marth asked, furious. "Why?!"
"Hmmm, I don't know, maybe it's because he just saved my life!"
Marth turned around and faced her darkly. She returned his stare. Then he sighed, and put his hands on her shoulders.
Get off me, she thought angrily.
"I'm sorry princess," he apologized, as if trying to be noble. "I guess that I let my feelings run away with me. Forgive me?"
Without giving her a chance to resopnd, he grasped her hand and led her to one of the jewelry shops.
"Here, what do you think of this sapphire necklace?"
Zelda raised her eyebrows at it. The thing was huge, and was likely to make her topple over if she put it on. "I'm sorry, it's...not my color."
This was a strange answer, she knew. But the thing was also so luxurious looking, she thought that wearing it would be parading around saying, "Hello, look at my necklace and tell me I'm richer than you because I could afford it."
Eventually, she selected a diamond necklace--smaller, lighter, and not as boasty looking.
Later that day, all the royals and Impa met up, having bought all that they needed.
"Well, I certainly got a lot done," Zelda sighed, flopping down onto her bed. She sighed.
"Yes," Impa agreed. "Including making a new relationship."
Zelda turned over. "What do you mean?"
Impa grinned. "Don't be coy," she laughed. "I know that you like that kid Link. And personally, I don't blame you. Not a bad-looking boy."
"What?!" Zelda cried, sitting up. "How dare you imply that, Impa!" But her anger didn't last long. She sat down on her chair, staring wistfully out her window. "Yes, he is handsome...isn't he?"
"Yes," Impa agreed. "I already said that. But you've only known him a couple days, and besides-"
"He's a peasant," Zelda sighed. "Good-night, Impa."
"Good-night, princess."
As Impa closed the door behind her, Zelda fell back onto her bed. Her nursemaid was certainly right about Link's looks. But nothing serious was ever going to happen. No "relationship" would follow. It was just a party, wasn't it...................?