Chapter 2 -

Her heart raced and she felt all the hairs on hers body stand on end, a cold ran down her spine. Was like to feel the fury of a wild beast at her side. Her eyes lost focus, in her mind's eye she sees the scene where the wanderer found himself stuck, forcing his way against people who tried to prevent him from carrying what he was set out to do.

"Princess! My highness are you okay?"

Zelda felt being dragged out of her reverie abruptly to another scene. Looked around and stood on the balcony of hers room, sat at a round table, she looked to her right.

Her blue eyes pierced the image of one of her servants, a young woman who blushed as the deep sapphire eyes of the princess met hers. The eyes had a depth that would eventually throw people into a trance, another servant beside her exclaimed.

"Princess your tea!"

Zelda then seemed to wake up, looked ahead and saw that the table was served her breakfast; she turned the entire contents of the teapot over a single cup, which was overflowing and soaking the entire table with tea.

Zelda quickly put the teapot on the table and stood up, wore her blue robes with golden details that protected against cold morning. Zelda gestured with her hand to the table.

"There is no need to worry. I am fine. Could you provide me a new breakfast?"

Her servants put themselves to clean up the mess. The tea had soaked the entire meal that had been prepared for her, eggs, toast and fresh bread with jam and seasonal fruits, milk, honey and yet another plethora of goods.

While her house cleaners coming in and out of the balcony, Zelda walked over the overhang of the balcony.

And there her eyes swept the view that she had of the horizon.

She could see the entire city from your balcony, of the castle, to the external walls, the fields of Hyrule and beyond.

She turned her gaze inward and took a deep breath, was the first time she had a daydream in broad daylight on the wanderer.

For years, since she was remembering she had dreams with him, then she remembered the time she had told of her dreams to her former guardian, she just smiled and went on to hand in her hair saying.

"Every princess needs a knight in shining armor, riding a great steed."

A smile played on her lips. The wanderer wore no armor, did not have a steed or a legendary sword, had few possessions, sometimes, feel it, by choice.

For a long time she struggled with herself, he was just a juvenile fantasy? If yes, then why was not he a prince? Alternatively, a noble dressed in silks? If he was a willing fruit of her imagination, why he was a person of humble nature? Was perhaps the feeling of freedom that would come from such a life?

Sometimes she could hear a roar in her heart against the walls of the castle, its golden cage. She could to see the world through the wanderer, but would never be able to reach it.

She often felt shame at this specific thought.

Zelda had no illusions about the world, thanks to the wanderer. She knew there was hunger, poverty, and people who would give an arm and a leg to trade places with her, in her affluent life, but at the same time there was a heat that approached hearts in a way that she was unaware of in the castle.

The south wind blew over the balcony, doing her long golden hair to dance around; Zelda took a deep breath letting the cool air that greeted get into her lungs. She then released him, her mind gaining a new focus and questions in which needed answers.

The wanderer was real? He was actually in the castle town? Moreover, if so what does that mean? She should go to meet him or he would go to her?

This last question clutched her heart with a sweet and sour taste and she smiled again with expectations of an uncertain future, which bore the wanderer to her life?

"My Princess. Your breakfast is ready."

Announced one of the servants, the princess thanked with a simple smile and blushing cheeks, as her hair danced in the wind.

The servants faces puzzled, none of them had ever remembered the day they had seen the princess of Hyrule smile.

Zelda started to eat without realizing what was happening around her, too engrossed in her own thoughts.

So the brief moment her smile bloomed then it blossomed, she was a princess on her head would rest one day the crown of Hyrule. Her duties were to the people, to her family, toward the kingdom.

Her heart sank then the lilting rhythm of a clock.

Her mind sharpened, while the wheels of logic ran from behind her cold sapphire eyes. How ridiculous was that? She was a kind of prophet having visions? Even if such a wanderer were real what would happen if he showed up? They would walking toward the horizon live life simple peasants.

No.

She was the princess; her life had a key stroke to the kingdom, a destination to be long, above all her duty above her desires and wishes.

Then a beat of her heart roared against the mind logic and anguish bleed into her heart when she realized something she could not hide from herself.

She wanted to meet the wanderer.

She stood up abruptly and walked into the room, servants at her heels. Zelda began to change with the help of your bridesmaids, as she changed clothes thought, knew herself, and would not have peace of mind and her mind would forever be populated with thoughts of what might have happened if they had met.

She could never go to him and he never wanted to go to Hyrule Castle, she could sense his hesitation in going to the city, though she had never understood the reason.

Now fate put him in her way, could be her only chance, if so she would not miss it. She felt her blood boil while state gritting teeth's.
"I refuse to be haunted by doubts."

She finished dressing up, wearing her purple dress, embellished with details and worked with the symbol of the royal family golden lines. Long white velvet gloves and rested on her head a golden diadem encrusted with sapphires.

The morning has gone, it was time to fulfill their duties, counselors and ministers were ordering their presence at council meetings, next to her father the king of Hyrule.

While walking her mind was reviewing various protocols, traditions and ceremonies that accompanied such meetings. She reviewed what was previously discussed and what needed to be resolved, alliances, feuds and differences between the positions of each noble.

Another part of her mind fixed on the wanderer. If he supposedly was in town, what she should do? Descend from the castle looking for him in silks from door to door. The scene in her mind was almost comical with people going into panic with the presence of the princess. Would just stroll around town? Would her father even allow it? Not without being accompanied by at least a squad of Red Guards, the elite knights of the realm. What would generate a great commotion could be mistaken for some event and there was some rioting in the streets. As far as Zelda was aware the people liked and had even proud to be ruled by her father. She herself was almost a celebrity, she remembered once while entering the city after visiting the field of Zora, a woman who fell to the ground in tears caressing her hands when she bought her an apple of your grocery store.

The experience caused her a brand for the woman's response.

Zelda pressed her fingers between the eyes puffing in frustration. She looked to the side where one of her bridesmaids that observed with jaw dropped almost to the ground, Zelda has always been very demure and elegant and was always aware of it.

Zelda coughed politely and nodded regaining its elegance when walking upright posture.

The gears of her mind returning to work after regaining her posture. If she could not go looking for him directly what else could she do? Could disguise herself and go down to the city, but had to admit she did not know the streets of their own town to look. If her old guardian Impaz was still in the service of the royal family...

Zelda nodded, wanted her thoughts away from Impaz. Years had had no news of her. If not her then who? Whom she would trust to find someone whom she did not know how to explain the how or whys it should be found.

Their knights could be ordered to locate him, but he probably would disappear into the crowd. The Wanderer was not naive, would not let himself to be captured so easily. Moreover, she would have to explain to her father.

She then stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway in front of a pair of doors.

"Raurur."

It was perhaps only person she could trust to such a task, the man had once been her instructor and personal friend of her father. Nevertheless, that was before, long ago.

He however knew the city and somehow always knew what was happening.

Zelda closed fists, meet Raurur would open old wounds that she tried to hide for so long.

Maybe it was for the better.