'Why is it that I always see my imperfect reflection in the mirror? Is it because of him? Why can't I see my good qualities too? It seems like those are always drowned out and I can never be good enough for his eyes...so then, what makes me a good Princess?..Okay, in his eyes, a Mediocre Princess? Why don't know these traits about myself? Am I just blind?' she thought while twirling her hair.
She closed her eyes, no longer wishing to see the 'failure' whom Link despised so much that they could no longer be friends.
'I just hope that meeting this stranger will take my mind off Link. Adventure can be my remedy to make me forget, at least for awhile, my suffering.'
Done with wallowing in her own self pity, Zelda stood triumphantly and left the room, heading to the library where she would continue her daily activities of studying the histories of neighboring countries. It was the job of Royalty's to know and understand their allies in order to become better friends and have a common talking subject.
She flipped through one book, then another. Hours passed by while she searched and scowered atlases and willed herself to actually complete her studying time. By supper time, she was completely exhausted from reading.
The girls had discussed that they would take their plan into action after meal-time and she whole-heartedly agreed for it would be strange if none of the ladies-in-waiting, or the princess, bothered to show up for dinner.
At times during her study period, she would ponder how exactly to go about meeting the mysterious man. She wondered why he was so famed now and she mused about his apperance. Was it that he gave pleasure to the women he was with? Or was his eyes and scrumptious body too captivating for them to stand?
But then she thought how disappointed she would be if he was a four-foot tall shrimp with a third eye. She shuddered and went back to her study.
At supper time, Zelda alerted Captian Merth that her and her Maids were going to be in her chambers for the rest of the night and were not to be disturbed for they were to be playing intense games of Chess. When Captian Merth asked if they would enjoy his company, Zelda smiled and politely said no.
"The highly esteemed Captian Merth wouldn't want to be in a room of gossip-talking girly-girls, would he?"
And that put an end to that.
After excusing herself from the meal, she gracefully walked away and up into her chambers where she found the maids waiting for her.
"It may not be my place to say, Your Highness, but...You took a very long time! What were you doing? There's only twenty minutes until sundown!" Hannah called to her, tapping her foot impatiently with a look unsettling discomfort on her face.
Zelda sighed and pulled out her cloak and her robe which was dark colored and covered her dress over. She didn't have time to change out of her dress so the robe and cloak would have to do. Since they were both dark and were not ornate in decoration, they were not easily noticed. She dropped her tiara in her pocket and tied her hair back into a bun. Hiding her appearance behind the cloak made it easy for the maids to escort her to the town. They took her to the Stock Pot Inn and soon disappeared into the streets of the crowded people.
Tonight was a special night, apparently, there were glowing candle-lamps illuminating the streets and everywhere Zelda turned, she saw cheery people who were indulgning themselves in the bliss of alcohol.
Zelda wandered through the streets of the towns, trying to stay near the flow of people for she knew of the unpleasant things that happened in the Alleyways of the towns. Link made this issue a main focus in his arguments to her when she were to become a queen.
Zelda sighed, unable to find the "Mysterious Man" everyone had been talking about. She had gotten her hopes up. Over what, though? Over the fact that she wanted to take her mind off of her love.
She sat at bar of the local Milk Bar and drank her worries away with shot of alcohol. She knew it was stupid..she also knew that she was depressed and that this would hopefully make herself feel better.
She sighed and put down the shot of whiskey rested her chin on the knuckles of her clasped fist. "Do I deserve this punishment for everything I've done to Link?"
She closed her eyes, the alcohol was slowly taking it's effect on her. She was a petite girl and there wasn't much alcohol needed to intoxicate her system. She wasn't fully aware of her surroundings until a tall man briskly walked by her and sat down adjacent to her. She opened her eyes and glanced over at him.
He ordered his own pint of whiskey from the bartender and quietly sat, tapping the bar rail patiently. Zelda noticed he had a nice figure and a cute hairstyle. She turned back to her shotglass and surveyed her nails, as if she was unconcerned with the fact that a totally hot guy was sitting next to her.
Until she had to sneeze.
"AHHCHOO." Her sneeze, though it wasn't loud, it wasn't quiet either.
"Bless you, my lady." said he, politely looking over to her.
"Thank you, kind sir." She replied back, nodding her head in appreciation.
She looked from him to her shot glass and to him again. "Do you like pineapple jelly?"
He arched an eyebrow and tilted his head at an angle. "..Pineapple Jelly?"
"Yes. Pineapple Jelly. They turn it into an ingredient for cooking chickened ham." Zelda said, pointing in the air as if hallucinating the Chicken and Ham becoming one.
"...I'm not sure that I've, uh, heard of this 'Pineapple Jelly' of which you speak." He said and turned from her to face his pint of whiskey. 'God, this girl is weird. Maybe I should leave soon.'
"You're pretty." she blurted out as she ran her fingers over the wood-finish on the bar.
"...I've...never been called 'pretty', before. Uh...Thanks. I guess." Said the man, throughly confused and creeped out.
"You must be that mysterious man they talk about all the time!" She proclaimed, jumping from her seat and twirling around in a victory stance. "Do you have a pony?"
He was about to comment but paused abruptly. 'How would this girl be able to come to a conclusion like that so quickly? Have I been that blunt and uncareful of my actions?'. "I do own a pony." 'Or maybe she's just a raving drunk. Who knows...'