Chapter 7
As the sun rolled in from the east and cast its light against the walls, Link dismissed the soldiers standing guard outside Zelda's room and took their place. He was noticeably better rested than yesterday, and wore his typical green Lord Guardian uniform. As he leaned against the wall, he pulled out his small book of manners and reviewed everything he had learned the previous night, mentally preparing himself for the People's Ball later tonight. He could dance most common dances; that wasn't what worried him. He was, however, concerned about the more formal waltzes. The Lord Guardian might, he suspected, be expected to dance statelier dances.
Link glanced up, pausing. I'm the Lord Guardian… Can't I just refuse everyone…? The thought was appealing… It would allow him to concentrate only on Zelda's protection, and he wouldn't run any risk of embarrassment.
That settles that then, he thought smugly to himself, replacing the small book. If there was no need to dance, he wouldn't. Resting his head back against the wall, he closed his eyes and appreciated the silence surrounding him, save for a few noises from Zelda's room. Noises? His ears opened his eyes and turned towards the door, wondering if he should enter. Sounds like… He closed his eyes again and tried to concentrate. Stupid walls are too thick…
Suddenly, he faintly heard footsteps approaching from the hall. Opening his eyes, he was surprised by the approach of Malon. "Malon? I thought the Princess' schedule was free today too…" he inquired, curious.
"Well, it seems his Majesty's changed his mind. Apparently a message came late last night and changed everything," Malon replied easily.
"I see…" Link said, stepping aside for her group, puzzled. He leaned against the wall and waited for Zelda, his thoughts remaining on the possible noises and new developments.
The pair headed to the dining hall a bit faster than usual, as the King wished urgently to see them. Zelda had her brown hair hanging straight down and wore her usual white and purple royal dress, though she had foregone the pauldrons for the moment. Nothing about her seemed out of the ordinary to Link, so he pushed whatever he had heard in the morning out of his mind. Probably just my imagination…
When they arrived, they found the King in a flurry of chaos. He seemed to be giving orders to servants, who in turn would order other servants, who would then rush out to do whatever they had been ordered to do. He glanced up on their arrival and waved them over.
"Father! What is the meaning of all this? Is the Ball on schedule?" Zelda asked, looking around worriedly.
Her father stood up and moved towards the exit, the crowd moving with him. "The Ball was on schedule, dear. That is, until this arrived," he held out a blue hued piece of paper to his daughter.
Zelda read through it, her eyes widening. "So the Zoras are coming?!" she exclaimed, handing the paper to a waiting servant.
The King nodded, preoccupied with some kind of list. "Yes. And at the last minute no less," he grumbled. "Well, I trust you already know what to do, Zelda? Hop to it!" With that, the King rushed out, taking with him the horde of attendants.
Silence filled the empty room. Zelda glanced towards the table and snatched a piece of toast. "I shall be in my office for the rest of the day, Link. There is much to plan!" With that, she hurried out, Link following close behind.
As they moved through the halls, Link glanced around and noted all the changes that were being made. The People's Ball, though on castle grounds, didn't encompass the entire castle. In fact, the Ball would only take place in the area immediately outside the main castle walls and in the castle courtyard. The trickiest part every year was cordoning off areas that weren't in use. Guards would have to be placed nearly everywhere, and decorations would line the path inside the castle leading towards the courtyard so people won't get lost.
"The transformation really is magnificent, isn't it?" remarked Zelda, noting the changes that had begun. Orange and red lamps were being adorned on the walls, and people were beginning to roll out a rich red carpet that would lead towards the courtyard.
"I think it's amazing that the Ball has never had any problems, with so many people coming and going," Link replied.
Zelda nodded in agreement. "Father once told me that the last time the guards had a problem was when a certain prince was absent for too long. Apparently… well, I'm sure you could guess what happened." She laughed.
Link smiled in confusion. "…I don't follow, Princess."
Zelda laughed again, covering her mouth. "Can't you see? Father met Mother at the Ball! Oh, it's like a story book…"
They arrived at her office. As Zelda went inside, Link heard a voice calling to him. "-ardian! Milord!"
Turning, Link saw Shad running towards him, surrounded by a gaggle of people carrying stacks of paper.
"Morning, Shad. What brings you here?" Link inquired.
Without wasting a moment, Shad grabbed a sheaf of papers from one of his underlings and handed it to Link. "These are the schematics of the courtyard and a list of soldiers. As Lord Guardian, you have to assign the posts, shifts, and-"
Link held up a hand. "I was going to ask for something like this. It's exactly what I need for this event. Can you send someone shortly after lunch to pick these up?"
Shad nodded. "It will be done. Din be with you!" And without a second thought Shad moved past Link, his congregation following suit.
"…And may strength follow you," Link said to Shad's receding back. It seemed ages since he last heard that phrase, but he must have heard it last time Din's Festival came around. People always wished blessings upon one another on the final day as a sign of good faith.
Link strode into Zelda's office, taking a seat at his desk next to the door. Already the Princess had surrounded herself with various planners, pointing and gesticulating at drawings and maps. Ignoring the noise, Link set to work.
Lunchtime came and went with hardly a thought. Though a servant brought a few sandwiches, Zelda hardly touched them. She was simply too preoccupied with the logistics of the Ball, and how best to impress the Zora royal family.
"The banners have been placed as you said, your Highness," an arriving servant said.
"Good. Next, we must have different thrones set up for each member of their family…" Goddesses, how many were coming again? Three? Four?
"Three thrones then, your Highness?"
"For them, yes. But do not forget two more for my Father and I," she replied, glancing at a map of the courtyard. "The stage will be here…" she pointed towards the western side, "so place the platform with all the thrones up here," she pointed towards the northern side, which had the most open area.
"Yes, your Highness!"
"Make sure to plant some people in the crowd who will dance with the Zoras if none of the citizens are bold enough to ask," Zelda said, turning to another servant.
"Yes your Highness! Shall I do the same for your Father?"
Zelda nearly snorted, but managed to keep her composure. "No, nor for me. The people are simply a back-up plan, though I have faith the ladies of Hyrule will, at least, wish to dance with that one prince."
"Yes your Highness!"
Goddesses, so much work… She turned, catching a glance of Link. Link… another problem. He seemed nice enough, and they had become fast friends. In fact, she'd probably have never asked for that interrogation in the first place except for one small detail: her hand itched whenever he was near. Unconsciously, she clasped her hands together. Though I decided against the interrogation… was that the right decision? Lately her hand had been troubling her more and more whenever Link was around. And the nightmares…
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she turned to the next servant and began relaying orders again.
Link stood outside Zelda's room, stretching his arms. It had been a long day of planning and following the Princess around, but they had finally finished all the preparations. Link was confident no attacker could remain in the courtyard for long, and the décor was simply fantastic. The grey, drab walls of the castle had been transformed into a fiery red and orange, the lights casting different colors and shadows. He had heard that a crowd of people had formed outside the castle walls and that people had begun funneling into the courtyard.
He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. He had been… persuaded, he supposed, by Zelda and King Daphnes to wear the same royal armor he had been given for his Guardian appointment ceremony instead of his usual uniform. It was heavy, bulky, and slow, but it suited the occasion. The gold and red matched well with the theme of the ball. His hand beat an unsteady tattoo on his thigh; he'd felt the craving for a stamina potion around lunch time, but he fought the urge. The side effects from the previous day's potion started soon after.
Suddenly, Zelda emerged from her room. She was dressed in a long, sleeveless, red and gold dress that exposed her pale arms. She wore smaller golden pauldrons on her shoulders, and long, silky red tendrils of fabric looped from the back of those pauldrons to attach to golden bangles around her wrists, which emitted faint jingles as she walked. She wore a small necklace emblazoned with the symbol of the royal family around her neck, and a simple brown belt looped around her waist. Her brown hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail held in place by a brooch decorated with a fiery motif, and she wore a tiara of gold and rubies. Her lips were a deep, luscious red.
Link's breath was stolen away.
Thankfully, his years as a soldier allowed him to keep his composure with (hopefully) nothing showing on his face. His right hand rested by his side as his left hand rested on a ceremonial – but still deadly – sword. As Zelda approached, he stepped aside and began to follow behind her, making room for the bustling servants surrounding them.
"You look very fashionable indeed, Lord Guardian," said Zelda, walking downstairs.
"I pale in comparison to you, your Highness," replied Link, inclining his head slightly.
Zelda laughed. "What of the Zoras? Have they arrived yet?"
Link shook his head. "The entourage his Majesty sent to escort them continues to make slow progress, your Highness. I estimate at least another ten minutes until they arrive on the castle grounds."
Zelda nodded, satisfied. They had arrived at the northern entrance to the castle courtyard, directly behind the thrones that had been set up. Heralds stood at attention, waiting for the signal to announce the arrival of the King and the Princess of Hyrule to the People's Ball. Speaking of the King, he waited right in front of the doors, speaking to a few servants and dressed more regally than ever.
"-arrive, take them to the southern entrance with a proper escort and make sure the heralds announce them loud enough. Make sure their rooms are prepared for the night as well, and most importantly, make sure their every need is met."
"Yes, your Majesty!" they answered in uniform, and disappeared down the halls.
Turning, the King smiled and held out his arms for his daughter, who embraced him earnestly. "Another year, another dance, my daughter. You look lovelier than ever."
"And you," said Zelda cheekily, "seem to have the same attire as last year!"
The King made a look of mock indignation. "How ridiculous of you, Zelda! My cufflinks are very new!" The two shared a laugh.
"What do you think the orchestra should play for the finale this time, dearest Zelda?" asked the King goodheartedly.
"Hmm… a nice, slow waltz I think…" said Zelda thoughtfully.
King Daphnes chuckled. "Again?" Another chuckle. "Like mother, like daughter I see… unfortunately, I have already told the orchestra what to play for our dance," he said, winking and extending his left arm.
Zelda wrapped her right arm around the proffered arm and gave a mock gasp. "A surprise? Breaking tradition, I see."
The King laughed again. "Yes, well, you are an adult now. Soon to be the ruler of this land after me!" Turning, he raised his bushy eyebrows exaggeratedly. "You will be praying for predictability then!"
As father and daughter laughed, Link stood in the shadows. He was speaking to the captain of the troops he had stationed, reviewing key protocols in case the worst happened. Satisfied, he dismissed the captain and waited. The heralds began to open the doors to the ball.
"PRESENTING HIS MAJESTY KING DAPHNES NOHANSEN HYRULE, AND HIS DAUGHTER PRINCESS ZELDA HARKINIAN HYRULE!"
Trumpets blared, and the doors opened inward to reveal the backs of five thrones and a large crowd. King and Princess were greeted with thunderous cheers and applause from the citizens gathered in the courtyard. Slowly, Father and Daughter walked around to the front of their respective thrones, which were on opposite sides of the stage, and waved to the people. Meanwhile, Link cast his gaze all over the crowd, looking for anyone out of place, and kept his ears open for any signals his guards may have sounded.
After a few seconds, both King and Princess sat on their respective thrones, and the orchestra began to play once again, the conductor directing all the instruments into soothing background noise and the chorus joining intermittently from behind. The few steps leading up to the platform of thrones were guarded by Hylian soldiers and cordoned off to deter anyone thinking of approaching the Royal Family at this time. Link took his place to the left of Zelda's throne and a little behind. Her throne was on the far left side of the platform, while her father's throne was on the far right side, giving the three thrones in the middle to the Zora guests.
"And now," said Zelda, leaning back slightly but keeping a fixed smile on the proceedings below, "we wait for the Zoras to arrive."
"Shouldn't be much longer, your Highness," said Link, his focus on the crowd. Turning, he gestured to the captain he'd appointed, who was stationed directly next to him but not on the stage. Link tapped his neck three times, asking for the royals' positions. In response, the guard gestured towards the southern entrance.
On cue, trumpets blared from the southern entrance of the grounds. "PRESENTING THE KING OF THE ESTEEMED ROYAL FAMILY OF THE ZORA PEOPLE, HIS MAJESTY KING DOREPHAN!"
A massive Zora squeezed in through the doorway. He was clearly a warrior of some kind, his massive blue body bulging with muscles. He wore a kind of royal Zora outfit that was very reminiscent of a military uniform, with a red sash extending from his left shoulder underneath his right arm. His intricate crown glistened as he walked towards King Daphnes, and though the scar on his forehead made him look intimidating, his smile as he shook hands with the King could set anyone at ease.
As the audience continued to cheer, Link shadowed Zelda, who had risen and moved to greet the Zora monarch. As they approached the still conversing kings of Hyrule and the Zora people, King Daphnes gestured towards his daughter.
"Of course, you remember my dear Zelda, don't you Dorephan?"
The massive Zora glanced over and accepted Zelda's proffered hand, offering a chaste kiss. "But of course!" He glanced up. "You have grown into a fine young lady, my dear."
Zelda smiled and offered a small curtsey. "Thank you, your Majesty."
"Now now, I insist we take a seat, lest we forget to announce your children, Dorephan," Daphnes said in good nature, leading the Zora king to his throne, which was directly adjacent to Daphnes'.
Throughout their talk, Link had remained in a kneeled position behind and to the side of Zelda. He hated it. He couldn't keep an eye on very many people, but protocol dictated the Lord Guardian greet any monarch appropriately. As Zelda moved back to her seat and gave him permission to rise, his eyes caught those of King Dorephan. They were… curious. The King observed him like he was contemplating something. The eye contact only lasted a brief second as Link turned his back, but he had a feeling he'd be the subject of conversation later on between the Kings.
Zelda remained standing, as did the King of Hyrule, in preparation for the next announcement, while Dorephan took a seat on his throne.
"PRESENTING THE HIGH PRINCE OF THE ZORAS, HIS MAJESTY PRINCE SIDON!"
Immediately, a chorus of cheers rose and filled the courtyard, and a lithe but powerfully built Zora entered. His red body seemed to contain limitless amounts of energy as he bounced towards the platform. He had a dazzling smile, Link had to admit, and as he approached Link noticed with some amusement that the Hylian guards had to keep pushing against the crowd, which surged in an attempt to get nearer to the Prince.
"Ha ha! How very pleasant to meet you again, King Daphnes!" exclaimed Prince Sidon enthusiastically, shaking the King's hand rapidly. "It really has been too long!"
"Sidon, my boy! You really have not aged much at all since the last time I saw you," said the King, looking him over.
The prince laughed. "Well, you know us Zora, we age much differently than you Hylians!"
The King gestured towards Zelda, who had approached. "My daughter, Zelda. You remember, of course?"
"How could I forget?" exclaimed Prince Sidon, accepting Zelda's proffered hand as she neared. "You've grown very beautiful, your Highness," said Sidon, placing a kiss against Zelda's hand.
"Thank you, Prince Sidon. You look quite elegant, though I do not think you need me to tell you that," Zelda laughed, gesturing to the still-screaming audience.
"Hah! It's always good to hear from your lips, Princess Zelda," laughed Prince Sidon. He glanced towards Link, who remained kneeling and downward facing next to Zelda. "I see you've chosen a Guardian. I hope-"
"Now now, Sidon, take a seat for your sister, otherwise we might be here all night talking!" exclaimed King Dorephan, gesturing towards his son to take a seat next to him.
As Sidon moved to take a seat, Princess Zelda and King Daphnes remained in place in preparation for the final guest. Link was trying his hardest to remain respectful and observe the crowd, but it was proving difficult. Plus his knees had begun to hurt.
"PRESENTING THE FIRST ROYAL PRINCESS OF THE ZORAS, HER HIGHNESS PRINCESS MIPHA!"
At that, a smaller Zora a little shorter than Princess Zelda emerged from the door. She had a beautiful dress that seemed to be made from scales of some kind, and it shimmered and changed color every time the light reflected. She was a lighter shade of red than her brother, almost pink, and she walked slowly, with her hands clasped in front of her. She seemed quite shy for someone in the royal family. Even with all the cheers, she kept her gaze fixed on either two positions: the platform or the ground. As she approached the platform, she extended her hand, which was covered in a silky glove, to the King, who accepted it graciously.
"My dearest Mipha, how fare you?" asked the King genially, planting a kiss on her extended hand.
"I am quite well, your Majesty," she said with a melodic lilt, curtseying.
The King gestured towards Zelda. "You remember Zelda of course?"
Zelda approached and gave a small curtsey, which Mipha also reciprocated. "Of course, your Majesty, though it really has been a while," Mipha said with a shy smile.
"We do have much to catch up on," smiled Zelda, and escorted Mipha to her throne, which was directly to her right. "When I heard you were coming I-"
Link stepped behind Zelda's throne and to the left, placing him on the far side of their conversation. He glanced at the captain he'd appointed, who was standing next to the stage. Almost imperceptibly, the captain gave a shake of his head, meaning nothing of note had happened as Link remained kneeling. Satisfied, Link continued to gaze over the crowd, which looked expectantly at the platform.
King Daphnes moved to the center of the stage, and gestured to the orchestra to stop playing. "Citizens of Hyrule!" his voice boomed, silencing every voice. "Today, on this day of Power, we give thanks to the goddess, Din!" He remained silent for a moment. "But this day is also a humbling reminder of our own power, and the power every single one of you contain within.
"Whenever Hyrule is threatened by forces of evil, the people band together to push it back. Just a few days earlier, everyone here displayed the power of a united Hyrule." Silence reigned, as everyone took a moment to reflect on the horrific rebel attack. The King broke the silence. "While it may have been the heroic deeds of Commander Russell that drove out the attackers, it was the resilient spirits of all citizens of Hyrule that allowed us, and will continue to allow us all, the ability to heal and rebuild after this terrible ordeal. You have shown those heinous villains what it means to be a citizen of Hyrule!"
Deafening applause and cheers erupted throughout the audience at the Kings' words, before being silenced by a wave of his hand.
"Without you, there would be no Royal Family, no castle, none of this wealth." He gestured around him. "So today it is also a day of thanks, from us, to the people of Hyrule!" He nodded to the guards below him, who moved to either side of the platform and began untying the ropes that cordoned off the platform. "We are all creatures created from the goddess Farore, upholding Nayru's law, and powerful in our own ways thanks to Din. With that, every person on this stage," he gestured behind him, "will forget their status of royalty this day." At that, every monarch on stage removed their crowns, circlets, and tiaras from their heads and placed it to the side, with Kind Daphnes handing his to a waiting servant. "Nobles, barons, princes, princesses, carpenters, blacksmiths, no such titles shall separate us this day! Let us all celebrate as equals! Din be with you all!"
The crowd erupted into a massive cheer, and the King went down to greet the first people who swarmed up the platform to meet him. The orchestra began to play a lively folk dance, and people began to dance. For many, this celebration was one of the greatest days of their lives.
For Link, it just piled on more stress.
Though he'd like nothing more than to stop people from swarming up towards his charge, that'd kind of defeat the purpose of the Festival. So, as he watched the monarchs go down to talk and dance with the people below, he kept a firm grip on his sword and directed his hard stare to the first lucky citizen to whisk away the Princess of Hyrule to dance the first song.
Goddesses above, I hope the orchestra plays the shorter version of this song, Link thought to himself sullenly as he watched the two dance. Of course, the orchestra did no such thing. Link felt his stomach roll with every beat they played.
Finally, the song began to wind down. As the men courteously kissed their partners' hands farewell, Link could see Zelda's partner reach inside his coat for something.
Stiffening, he patted his left calf twice, hard, before letting his hand fall open-handed. The captain next to him stiffened as well, his hands on a whistle that would signal other soldiers to follow the Lord Guardian. He waited for Link's command…
To no avail. The man simply pulled out a rose hidden away in his coat and presented it to the Princess, who accepted it graciously. Link exhaled heavily, and waved his hand back and forth on his side, the "at-ease" signal. The captain relaxed.
Din, that seemed close, thought Link, his heartbeat fast. He sheathed the small knife he had surreptitiously pulled out, intending to throw it at the man if he had a more malevolent item. Of course, the large crowd just made it a tiny bit more difficult for Link.
Princess Zelda returned to the throne, slightly out of breath and clutching the rose. She gratefully accepted the glass of punch a servant had brought for her, and placed the rose on the arm of her throne as she sat down. "I think that was quite a longer dance, wouldn't you say?" she asked breathlessly, directing her question at Link.
"Yes, your Highness." Eight minutes and thirty seconds long, Link thought dryly. Well, at least now I have a bit of a respite. Traditionally, if a royal returned to the stage area for a break, they'd have to wait until someone asked them to dance again. At this point, Zelda couldn't be in a better place for Link. Maybe no one will ask Zelda again, Link thought humorously to himself. At least then she'd be absolutely safe.
"No, not 'your Highness,' Link," said Zelda sharply. Link flinched slightly, wondering where he slipped. "Remember: no titles today," she said, turning and smiling brightly at him.
Unconsciously, Link returned the smile. "As you wish, Zelda." Satisfied, Zelda returned to her drink.
Just then, Prince Sidon returned, taking a seat on his throne. "Hylians know exactly how to have a grand party!" he declared enthusiastically, downing his drink. "If this dance is any indication, tonight shall be a tiring night indeed!"
"Worry not, Sidon," laughed Zelda, "Listen, now they play a slow song to break up the pace."
Indeed, the orchestra had begun a slow song. In fact, Link recognized it: it seemed to be a different version of a song he and his friends heard many sing in Castle Town. Glancing across the courtyard, he could see many other faces light up in recognition as well as they reached for new dance partners. Prince Sidon had very little time to catch his breath, as he was soon swallowed up by a sea of eager young ladies, all vying to dance with him.
Princess Zelda, however, remained seated. It seemed no one had asked her to dance this round. Link had a nagging feeling it had something to do with him: every time a person seemed poised to make his way up the stage, they'd hesitate, glancing in Link's direction… before promptly turning away. Oh, perfect. Now the Princess doesn't have a partner, thought Link, mentally slapping himself. And of course it's my fault.
Link tried not to seem too intimidating, really; he tried to keep a slight smile on his face, lowered his gaze so as not to stare too hard at people, and even slinked into the shadows a bit to minimize any effect he might have, but to no avail. As the next song came around, Princess Zelda still hadn't moved.
"Link, why do you hide so far in the shadows with that grimace on your face?" asked Zelda as the next dance came around, mistaking Link's taut smile. "Come, dance and celebrate with someone today!"
Link reluctantly emerged from the back of the platform. "With all due respect, your High- er, Zelda," Got to get used to saying that in public today "my duty is to protect you, not celebrate."
Zelda huffed in disappointment. "Fine. I will not force you to enjoy yourself tonight." Her smile was fixed as she gazed at the crowd, but Link could tell she was frustrated and bored. A nice minuet had picked up, and Link knew only one way to salvage Zelda's image at this point.
It's just to keep the Princess' dignity intact… Yeah, her dignity, he repeatedly thought to himself as he moved in front of Zelda, his heart beating rapidly. Zelda glanced up questioningly as Link sighed heavily.
"Zelda, would you care to dance?" asked Link, extending a gloved hand. The minuet was still in its opening stages, preparing itself to start the actual dance. A little harp and cello plucked their strings.
Link would have laughed out loud at her incredulous face if his body wasn't already so tensed. But slowly, with a dazzling smile spreading across her face, she placed her hand in Link's and rose. "I would be delighted to dance with you tonight, Link," she smiled.
Together, they made their way down to the dance floor and began the slow, intricate steps to the dance. It was light and airy, the notes seemingly floating away into the night sky above, and everyone constantly remained on their toes, swaying back and forth. As Link placed his left hand just underneath Zelda's arm and clasped her right hand with his own, he could have sworn he felt some spark shock the both of them, but soon enough his mind became preoccupied with the steps of the dance and observing his surroundings.
Violins and piano notes began to jump in, creating a melody reminiscent of an ancient forest, slow but constant. Link's mind was working in overdrive: he glanced down at his feet trying (and failing) not to step on Zelda's toes, he kept his ears open for any signals from his guards, and his body remained tense. Because of the risk of an ambush, clearly Link thought humorlessly to himself as he tried not to dwell on the person in his arms.
"Relax, Link!" laughed Zelda. "Look at everyone having fun! Nothing's going to happen here."
"Be that as it may, Zelda – ah, sorry again. I can't dance this minuet right," he muttered, stumbling over his own feet again. "Why can't the Minuet of Forest be any slower? It's about trees!"
Zelda laughed again, her rich voice filling Link's ears. "Just relax and have fun! The dance will be over before you know it. I think you're doing quite well for a beginner."
Link snorted. "The Lord Guardian shouldn't act like a beginner in anything. But I'm glad you're trying to salvage what remains of our dance," he smiled, glancing around for any danger.
But slowly, Link did relax. His taut grip loosened, and he even began to have… fun. It was fun joining in with everyone, swaying back and forth in time with the music.
Zelda noticed the change in Link's demeanor. "See, that's the Link that should emerge today. Not some stuck up Guardian."
Link raised his eyebrow, and decided to tease Zelda. "Oh, so I'm stuck up when I try to do my job? You should have told me before, I would have been lax with security today!" he laughed.
Zelda laughed alongside him. "That's not what I meant, Link, and you know it! I just mean you should appreciate the finer things in life, like music… dancing… a nice girl in your arms," she looked up and smiled seductively.
In faux disgust, Link pushed his arms a bit further away, as if to hold Zelda at a distance. "Well, I certainly am enjoying the music and dancing so far!"
Zelda opened her mouth in mock horror. "Link!"
Link laughed and brought her back a bit. "Fine, fine, it was just a joke!"
The dance began to close, and Link separated from Zelda, bowing and placing a chaste kiss on her hand, as was customary. He pretended the heat rushing to his face was because of his heavy clothes and the dance. "It was an honor to dance with you tonight. Din be with you, Zelda."
"And may strength follow you, Link," smiled Zelda, curtseying. Link turned to take his leave, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed a small, red Zora blocking his path.
Link bowed slightly, inclining his head. "Your Highne-" He paused, remembering the lack of titles this day. "Uh, I mean, Lady Mipha," he fumbled. "If you'll excuse me," he turned to leave and take his post again on the stage.
"Link!"
Link flinched. Slowly, he turned to face Zelda, who was leading – practically pushing – Mipha towards him. "I'm certain he would be honored to dance with you, Mipha," Link heard Zelda say to the Zora sweetly. "Right, Link?"
Link met Zelda's gaze, who practically blazed with a fury thousands of times more intimidating than Ganon, and he smiled. "Of course. Lady Mipha, would you honor me with a dance?" he asked, extending a hand.
"Y-Yes, certainly!" Mipha stuttered, graciously accepting his hand. Her hands underneath her gloves seemed surprisingly smooth, not scaly like Link had assumed. As they prepared to dance, Link could have sworn he caught Zelda winking to Mipha. Damn it, Zelda, Link thought, privy to her plan. As if protecting her without dancing wasn't hard enough.
Musicians began to pluck their strings, with the harps taking center stage. The music took on a tranquil, almost underwater nature. Must be a Zora song, Link mused to himself, since he couldn't recognize it. The rhythm was very simple, however, and he found his steps came almost naturally. A choir had also joined, and the dance soon began in full.
"Balaenoptera Musculus," blurted Mipha abruptly.
"…What?" Link said in confusion.
Mipha giggled slightly. "…Balaenoptera Musculus. That's the name of this waltz."
Link looked even more perplexed. "Why is the name so long and complicated? Wouldn't something more catchy sound better?"
"It's… named after a large aquatic creature we Zora are familiar with… far off in the ocean," she said, pausing here and there to think on her words.
"I see… how large are these creatures?" Link inquired, striving to keep the small talk from faltering.
"Oh, they're easily 100 feet long," she said nonchalantly.
Link's mouth dropped. "100 feet?! What- ack, sorry!" he exclaimed as he stepped on the Zora's webbed feet. "I'm afraid this dance isn't familiar to me…"
"Oh! N-no, you're doing much better than my brother," she stammered, looking to her right. Link also glanced over, just in time to see Prince Sidon stumble over Princess Zelda's feet, his dance partner. She didn't seem to mind though, and they both began to laugh.
"Yes, well, at least he seems to be having fun," Link said, before realizing his error. "Er, not to say that dancing with you isn't fun, your High- um, Lady Mipha," he stuttered. "I only meant-"
Mipha laughed, a soft, tinkling sound. "It's quite alright, Sir Link. My brother Sidon has been known to be a bit… much, for a few," she said, referencing his unending energy.
Link smiled. "Just Link, Lady Mipha. No titles today."
He could have sworn Mipha turned a shade redder. "T-Then, it has to be the same b-both ways. Just Mipha."
Link let out a breath and glanced down, laughing slightly. "It was just a sign of respect. I didn't know if you felt comfortable with a stranger just using your first name," he confessed.
"You aren't the first dance I've had, L-Link," she stammered. "The Hylians here don't share the same reservations."
"… Really?" Link asked with genuine curiosity. "…I must confess, I'd never attended this Ball until today, so I didn't really know what to expect." While he spoke, he directed his gaze near Zelda again, who seemed to be just fine. "So… Mipha it is, then."
The dance reached its climax, with the violins and cello taking center stage and playing a slow, repeating rhythm. Link unfurled and extended his hand, which allowed Mipha to spin gracefully out and back in again to Link's waiting arms. The choir also began to sing with great gusto, and the dance resumed its original steps.
"Are you sure this is the first you've heard of this song?" asked Mipha. "Not many know how to properly dance it like you."
Link laughed again. "Honest, this song is completely new to me! But… I don't know, the music just seems to tell me what to do."
"… Y-you must be very musically inclined then," she mused. "Do you play any instrument?"
"Um… just as a hobby. It's a small flute thing called an ocarina," he said. "Rauru insisted," he explained. "And you? Do you play anything?"
Mipha shook her head. "I sing, usually. It's provided me with comfort many times, especially when my duties begin to overwhelm me."
Silence overtook them for a moment, before Mipha spoke again. "Forgive me, but… why do you glance near Zelda so often?"
Link's attention snapped back to Mipha. "I am the Lord Guardian. Her protection is my duty," he said automatically.
"But… we're at a dance, and there's no shortage of guards," she pointed out.
"I can't be too careful, especially with the recent attack."
"But I thought your Commander Russell pushed them all back, unless…?"
"They're rebels using guerilla tactics. Hiding is their specialty. I doubt even Commander Russell thinks they're all gone."
Mipha paused, thinking. "Even so, don't you think you worry too much over too little?" she eventually asked.
Link laughed. "You sound exactly like Zelda. But I can't afford to be sloppy. As the youngest Lord Guardian, I have immense pressure on me to not mess up. Besides," he added, "the Princess deserves the best protection imaginable."
"There must be something else," Mipha pushed, uncharacteristically aggressive. Immediately, she seemed to grow a shade lighter, and stammered out an apology. "F-forgive me, I don't really know what came over me."
Link shook his head. "It's alright…" He remained silent, lost in thought. "Truth be told, I can't afford to lose this position." He met Mipha's gaze, smiling wryly. "I know, not the noblest of goals, just doing it for the money and the benefits. But with this I'll be able to live comfortably, and provide for everyone. Zelda knows too," he added hurriedly, seeing Mipha about to ask.
"Still, I doubt a more patriotic Guardian could match your levels of concern," she said thoughtfully.
Link tilted his head. "I'll take that as a compliment, Mipha."
The waltz began to wind down, and the two separated. "It was an honor to dance with you tonight, Mipha," he said, placing a chaste kiss on her glove. "Din be with you."
"And may strength follow you as well, Link," she replied in kind, smiling. From the corner of his eye, he could just make out Zelda making her way towards them. "If you'll excuse me, I must return to my post now," he said, turning his back.
Thankfully, he wasn't stopped too often on his slog back. The occasional offer to dance from a lady was quickly silenced by his harsh glare, or with the sharp shake of his head. As he resumed his post, he spoke to the captain below him, who hurriedly ended his conversation with a party-goer when he saw Link approaching. "Tell each soldier they're allowed two dances each, and have them take turns in a clockwise manner, starting with yourself," Link ordered. He figured it wouldn't be fair for just the Lord Guardian to have to opportunity to revel in the celebration, forced or not.
"Are you certain, milord?" the captain asked uncertainly. "I-"
Link impatiently nodded his hand and made a shooing gesture with his hand. "Yes, yes, I'm sure I can handle having one less soldier at a time. But make sure it's only two dances," he said, hardening his gaze.
The captain saluted, and quickly disappeared into the crowd, as if afraid Link would take away that offer.
Link, for his part, hardly changed his gaze from Zelda for a good few hours, until he heard a voice call out to him from his right. "You, Lord Guardian. Come here!" Link turned slowly, only to realize it was King Dorephan himself beckoning to him. "At once, sir!" Link replied in surprise, and made his way over, standing to the King's left and a bit behind.
The King studied him as he slowly drank from his cup. "…Link, was it?" he grunted. "Curious… you have a certain aura about you…"
Link raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you mean, sir," he said. "I'm as ordinary as-"
King Dorephan waved his hand impatiently. "Ordinary? Heh, the youngest Guardian in history, ordinary?" He let out a deep laugh. "You remind me of someone… Extend your left hand," he commanded.
Link, still confused, did what he was told. The King turned it over in his own hand, muttering to himself as he examined every inch of Link's glove. "Have you never seen-"
"No, never." Link interrupted impatiently, seeing where the conversation was headed. "I know the stories of old, and I am not that Hero with the Triforce of Courage on his hand." He snatched his hand away from the King's grip. "The story may be true, but I have no relation to that person at all."
The King laughed. "I see I am not the first to inquire. But," at this, he leaned closer to Link, "the spirit of the Hero never needs to be passed directly from person to person. Are you familiar with the story of the Great Sea?" he inquired.
Link nodded. "I also know the Zora are nearly cousins to the air-loving Rito because of the great flood," Link replied.
King Dorephan nodded. "This is true, but not what I wished to say. Stories passed down from the Rito declare that the Hero of Wind, who saved them and lead them to this new Hyrule, had no relation to the Hero of Time whatsoever."
Link tiled his head. This was new knowledge. "But that alone does not mean I have the spirit of the Hero," said Link in confusion.
The King waved his hand back and forth again. "I know, I realize this… the musings of an old man, I suppose," he sighed. "In any case, I heard of your feats against those rebels. Three against one, and you took them down nearly immediately! It reminded me of the ancient stories we Zora have passed down about the Hero…"
Link remained silent. He really didn't know what to say to the King's peculiar ramblings.
Suddenly, the orchestra stopped playing, and a hushed silence fell over the crowd. Link and King Dorephan glanced at the dance floor, where they saw Princess Zelda and King Daphnes preparing to dance. "Ah. If you'll excuse me," said King Dorephan as he saw his daughter beckoning to him. Link nodded, and retreated back to his post.
Must be the final dance of the night before everyone retires, Link thought to himself. That meant it had to be around four in the morning, which was traditionally when the dance ended. At least nothing bad happened tonight.
Right on cue, the orchestra began to play a slow, graceful waltz. Link smiled wryly to himself. "Surprise," yeah right, Daphnes. The slow waltz Zelda wanted."
It was really quite simple and short. There was a repeated theme of three notes, which gave it a sense of regality and, at the same time, a sense of levity as well. Zelda, for her part, seemed ecstatic at the song, and was laughing right alongside her Father. Zelda's theme. The name popped into Link's head as he thought what to call it, and he nearly laughed at how fitting it was.
And as the Ball ended, Link couldn't help but sway slightly to the rhythm. Zelda caught his eye for one moment, and she smiled knowingly. Ha! The Lord Guardian DID have fun, she seemed to say. Link simply shook his head, though he couldn't conceal the grin extending across his face.
The guards were beginning to escort people out of the courtyard and castle, and the royals deigned to wait on their thrones until all the stragglers had left. They placed their crowns and tiaras on their heads, further emphasizing the end of the day. Zelda couldn't wait to sleep, but at the same time she didn't want to stop conversing with Mipha as well.
"Goddesses, one person who asked me to dance seemed so afraid. Honestly, his face was ashen! He didn't seem to be enjoying himself at all, so I wonder if perhaps someone dared him to dance with a royal family member," she heard Mipha say to her.
Zelda laughed. "Didn't enjoy himself? Sounds like Link," she quickly glanced over her shoulder to see if Link had returned. Fortunately, Link was still directing the final operations, trying to get everyone out. She leaned over to Mipha, "I couldn't believe he asked me to dance with him! Though I suppose he felt he had to, seeing as I had no partner for a few dances…"
Mipha shook her head quickly. "Don't be like that, Zelda! I think Link just scared everyone away. He's… intimidating before you talk to him, I think" she said quietly.
Zelda raised her eyebrow. "Intimidating? …I suppose. But tell me, how was your dance with him? You were practically ogling him when you first entered!"
Mipha looked startled, and lightly slapped Zelda's resting hand in embarrassment. "W-was not! And it was fine. We actually talked during the dance, though he seemed more focused on where you were at all times…"
Zelda huffed in annoyance. "I swear… he can be incredibly annoying with his overprotection."
"Or maybe it's something else," said Mipha teasingly, revenge for Zelda's earlier comment.
Zelda laughed out loud. "Oh please, Mipha. Him? Oh, no offense to you, of course!" she laughed again. Mipha glared at her. "Oh, c'mon Mipha, please don't take it like that!"
Mipha shook her head. "Trying to play coy, Zelda? I did hear you flirting with him during your dance."
Zelda covered her mouth, trying in vain to conceal her laugh. "Flirting? I was just trying to get him to enjoy himself! He's just so… dead, when he's the Lord Guardian."
Mipha huffed, giving up at Zelda's logical explanations. "Well, when you come to Zora's Domain, make sure to bring him along too. He's much better than all the suitors I have to deal with…"
Zelda groaned. "As if I could get rid of him anyways… Suitors, goddesses, already? Feels like yesterday we were just children playing around."
Mipha smiled. "Yes, well, I am much older than you, Zelda. Slower maturity and all that. Besides, you don't have long until your father puts you through the gauntlet too."
Zelda groaned again, placing her head in her hands. "Don't remind me."
"Talking about suitors, are we?" Sidon piped up from next to Mipha. "Oh, some of Mipha's are terrible."
Mipha turned to Sidon. "It's none of your business, Sidon! Why don't you go back to talking with the King and Father?"
Sidon pouted. "But they're just talking about general politics and local disputes! Booooriiiing!"
As Mipha and Sidon continued to argue, Zelda could feel a faint tingling sensation running down her arm, which was a good indication Link was nearby. Turning, she saw him skulking near her throne, keeping an eye over everything. He nodded to her when he caught Zelda staring.
Sighing, she sat back in her throne, rubbing her hand absentmindedly. Throughout their dance, Link's grip had grown hotter and hotter against her hand, even though his actual grip remained loose. She had no doubt her heritage was trying to tell her something… but what? Just maddening. What does it mean?! And she didn't look forward to a night of strange dreams again…
"Your Highness? Is something the matter?"
Dear Hylia, she gritted her teeth in a forced smile as she turned to Link. Of course he had noticed something. And, of course, her hand began to itch uncontrollably. Not threateningly, she reminded herself, not like the other times. It just wanted to say something…
Zelda realized her silence might be worrying to Link. "Oh, yes, everything is fine, Sir Link," she replied, keeping up with proper courtesy. Can't have Mipha being even more unbearable, she thought. "I think I'm just a bit tired. The night has been long."
Satisfied, Link retreated to his position again, though she sensed his watchful gaze wouldn't waver for some time.
"Please, this way your Excellences," she heard a servant call.
Turning, she spied Mipha, Sidon, and King Dorephan exiting the courtyard, following a servant who directed them towards their rooms. She waved good bye to Mipha, who returned the gesture.
"Now, then. Time for us to retire as well," her Father said, drawing nearer. Smiling, she stood up and began to walk. Link, of course, fell into easy step behind them. It wasn't long until they reached her quarters
Turning, her Father addressed Link. "Er, Link my boy, could you wait a bit farther down the hall? I would like a word with my daughter." Link acquiesced, and retreated to the beginning of the corridor.
Zelda looked up at her Father, curious. "Zelda, I know when your gift is bothering you," the King began, jumping to the heart of the matter. "You rubbed your hand so many times tonight I was afraid your skin would peel off! What is the matter?"
Zelda hesitated, and glanced towards Link, who had his back to them. "I do not really know, Father… But I think it's trying to say something about… Link."
The King nodded, understanding immediately. "Ah, and that is why you wanted to question him not a week ago, am I correct?" She nodded.
The King sighed heavily. "Well… this is troubling. I do not believe Link is a danger, however-"
"No, it's different this time, Father," Zelda interrupted. "It's not warning me about something – at least, it does not feel like that – but instead it feels like it's trying to say something…" Zelda laughed slightly. "Maybe it is because I am so tired tonight, but it feels like it is trying to say something… familiar. Like I have known this for my entire life." She shrugged. "But I do not know for sure."
Her Father placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I can move Link, send him somewhere far off-"
Quickly, she shook her head. "No. That would be ignoring my power. He should stay. Besides-" at this, her eyes lit up with humor, "I know you greatly enjoy his company more than anyone else here. It would be a shame to send you with him."
The King guffawed, and brought his daughter into a hug. "Just being cautious, dearest Zelda," he said. "If, however, something new happens, tell me immediately. I am your father, after all."
She slowly extricated herself. "I know, I know. Good night, Father."
"Good night, Zelda."
As the King moved past Link, Link could hear two sets of footsteps rushing towards them. The cavalry's just arrived in time, he noted as two breathless soldiers appeared before him. Turning, he signaled them to fall in step behind as he approached Zelda's door.
"Sleep well, your Highness," he said as she began to shut her door.
For some reason, Link could have sworn he heard Zelda snort with laughter, as if she found something ironic. "You as well, Lord Guardian." She shut the door.
Link positioned the two guards outside Zelda's room and ordered them to wake him up five hours from now, before he himself retired for the night. There was nothing posted on his door, and no paper in his room, meaning Zelda didn't have a schedule the next day.
The whole of Hyrule will probably sleep late he thought, yawning. He could probably get away with sleeping a few more hours than what he told the soldiers, but he didn't want to risk waking after Zelda. He knew how heavy of a sleeper he could be at times. Goddesses though, maybe I can catch a few Z's when I'm leaning outside her room waiting, he mused, slowly extricating himself from his royal armor. With hardly a second thought, he fell onto his bed and passed into deep slumber, the sounds of the dance and his moments with Zelda filling his short-lived thoughts before the dive into darkness.
A/N: Wow, University sucks haha. Surprise! I'm still alive and kicking, though Uni is doing its best to kill me. I'm trying to be top of my class because I want to go to Med school, so it's pretty draining on my free time. This was always in the back of my mind, however, and I finally pushed it out. I did have a few concerns: namely, I personally feel that my writing is going pretty downhill from my first chapter. It kinda killed my motivation because I'd write something, then erase it because it just didn't sound right. But I realize now that, even though I might never reach the same levels as my first chapters, I still have a story in my head I want to push out, and I really like writing about Link and Zelda. I hope you guys bear with me through this journey, and definitely if you see ways in which I could improve please leave that review! Speaking of, onto the reviews!
Luchux: Hey, thanks for your support! For your questions, 1. I'm not really dead set on what Link looks like just yet, so use your imagination for that, but Zelda is basically TP version. For 2. so far Link is just gonna be a knight and there wont be a grand adventure to save the world. But I'd be lying if I said I knew exactly where the story was going, so it might change in the future!
Awakening5: Yo man thanks for the support! And you bet she did 0_0
GlamAngel3766: Well, the above isn't a full chapter, but I hope you enjoy reading it anyways! I'm not good writing feminine characters but I'm trying to learn!
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Whew, that seems to be it, then. I look forward to seeing how you guys like it. Next update will be for my fire emblem story, but as for when THAT update is coming... I know as much as you guys. I'll try to write in my free time, I'll try to make time to write, but I can't promise something I wont be able to keep. Keep the support coming, it does actually help me alot. Again, hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
P.S. In the above chapter I reference two songs by name: Minuet of Forest and Balaenoptera Musculus. If you want, you can search them on youtube and listen to them ("Minuet of Forest (new)" by Hylian Ensemble, "Balaenoptera Musculus" by Austin Wintory). They were really great inspirations! Idk the rules of this site very well, which is why I'm not directly linking the videos.