Henceforth, Impa embarks on her new role as Princess Tilda's attendant, locked away at the top of a tower stooped in servitude. Fortunately, Tilda is much friendlier than any of the Castle staff she had encountered thus far and can hold a substantial conversation.

Today's task is unpacking the Princess's bags and storing her belongings in the proper place. Clothes are strewn all over furniture, from the four-poster bed to the fur-draped chaise.

"What do you think?" Tilda asks as she holds up a crimson velvet dress against herself.

Impa's head emerges from the depths of a suitcase to inspect. "It's nice."

"You think? I was scared it might be a little too much…"

Impa scoffs. "There's no such thing as overly extravagant in this place."

"You're probably right." the Princess giggles as she hangs it in her oversized wardrobe.

Impa retrieves a black lace dress from the suitcase and lifts it into the daylight. Its shoulders are veiled with rose-shaped lace while its asymmetrical skirt is embroidered with silver that leaves her mesmerised.

"You like that?" Tilda asks. "You can keep it."

"Oh Princess, I cannot." Impa answers sternly.

"Why not? It will only gather dust in my wardrobe otherwise."

"It's against staff protocol to rob the Family's possessions."

"It's not robbery!" the Princess laughs. "It's a gift! I insist that you take it, Impa."

Impa glances from the delicate black lace to the sincerity in the Princess's eyes. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Once the jumble of clothes has been organised and the bedroom has been tidied, Impa assists the Princess as she readies herself for her first formal dinner at the Castle. She ties the ribbons of a long lilac gown together and combs her luscious locks with a hairbrush. Tilda adjusts her earrings and powders her nose in the mirror with a sigh.

"I shall grow weary should I be expected to perform this ritual every day." She shrugs. "Such is the life I have chosen. Impa, could you fetch the finishing piece?"

Impa nods and reaches across the vanity to the marble bust that bears the burden of a silver tiara encrusted with diamonds. She gently removes its from the head and places it delicately atop the Princess's crown. Tilda combs her hair behind her ear as she examines her reflection.

"Perfection. Thank you for you assistance. You are hereby dismissed."

"Dismissed?" Impa gasps. The sun is still up!

"Why, of course!" the Princess chortles. "I am a lady of independence and I no longer require your service. Should I regret my decision, I shall summon you myself. Now go and enjoy the rest of your evening."

The Princess rises from her stool and lifts the corners of her dress to walk the hallowed halls of the Castle to the Dining Room. Impa is equally gobsmacked as she is grateful to be granted the pleasure of her company without any demands. As she lingers before her reflection in the vanity, she ponders what pastimes she could possibly occupy herself with this winter's evening…