His Majesty claps his hands twice in succession. The waiters leap into action, distributing silver jugs around the table; from fresh water to mulled wine, each glass is filled to the brim. The silver platters sizzle with succulent meats and steaming vegetables; an endless buffet which guests may help themselves to. The bounty of food and drink leaves Impa both astounded and appalled. While her kinsmen in Kakariko Village constantly linger on the brink of starvation, the aristocracy indulges in gluttony and excess.

"Are you not hungry, Impa?" Tilda inquires. "If not, we can always prepare another course for you later."

She shakes her head and politely loads her plate with food. She stabs her fork into the slice of Cucco breast and takes a hearty bite. The juices add flavour to the otherwise tasteless poultry and she finds herself relishing in the gravy sauce. With the addition of onion and sage stuffing, the flavours combine to form a rich, herby delicacy. Never in her life had she dined on such exquisite cuisine.

"Daltus, I would like to introduce you to my gorgeous Attendant, Impa." Tilda welcomes her into conversation. Impa struggles to smile with a mouthful of food but His Majesty simply chuckles.

"Yes, I've heard much about you from our resident Chamberlain. You are our youngest member of staff!"

"An incredibly intelligent young woman." Tilda corrects him. "She has taught me much about the life of the neighbouring Sheikah tribe in Kakariko Village."

"A pleasure it is to meet you, Your Majesty." Impa greets him whilst dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin.

"You missed a spot." The stranger opposite her gestures to the top of her lip. Impa shamefully shields her face with her napkin. The guest grins mischievously. "I jest - you look positively delectable!"

"Impa, I would like to introduce you to a good friend of mine," Daltus invites the stranger into conversation. "Honourable nobleman and honorary guest, Count Caedis."

The blonde curly-haired gentleman extends his hand in greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, young lady."

Impa observes his open palm before offering her hand. The Count dips his head and plants a kiss on the back of her hand. Impa promptly retracts her hand in disgrace.

"Now, Caedis, you must behave yourself!" Daltus warns in jest. "This is also Impa's first time at the Wintertime Ball. We ought to make a good impression."

"My apologies, my lady." Caedis says sincerely. "I struggle to maintain my manners at the mercy of such unbridled beauty."

Tilda giggles as Impa's cheeks redden. Vanity, gluttony, and now lust – was this place devoid of any sort of sin?

"It's alright, Impa." Her Highness reassures her. "He means no harm. Why don't I introduce you to the other guests after the main course?"