Dear King Dorephan,
There's a reason why captains are more revered than navigators. Without direction, an army can still conquer, but without a director, can an army still be called an army?
Your skills as a master strategist have allowed your kingdom to prosper. Gone are the days where lizalfos reign supreme, and clusters of shock arrows rain down at an hourly rate. Now your people are considered the keepers of the wetlands, feared and respected by even the brashest of brutes. I imagine it wasn't easy. Hearty meals and vigorous training can only go so far. But that's why I idolize someone like you; you make an army live up to the title. And if what happened near the Inogo bridge is true, soup ladles should be outlawed in several parts of the country.
I'm afraid my days are far less triumphant, with the word prosperity almost seeming alien to my people. Brutes have torn through our roads and constructed new ones made of skeletal remains. I feel it's only a matter of time before our cherished Hylian flags are replaced with sloppily sown white ones.
However, every good leader knows when they're in over their head and when to ask for assistance. That's why I call to you, King Dorephan, as I believe I cannot reach nirvana alone. The yiga are a nasty bunch and will use every trick in the book in order to gain the upper hand. However, with my wit and your grit, we can take down these boneheads lickety-split.
I can be your compass; I just need you to man the ship.
Best regards, Princess Zelda.