There is a significant alteration in the Castle's aura over the coming weeks. Each morning, every window is flung wide open to embrace the fresh spring breeze. Music can often be heard playing in the halls. The King and Queen relax in the Lounge, armchairs side by side, enjoying a pot of tea with a side of riveting conversation.
The general atmosphere feels lighter, and it has reflected in the staff. The butler no longer yells his orders down the halls impatiently; the cook no longer grumbles as she stirs the pot of stew; Imogen will casually wave to Impa as they pass each other in the pantry, and Impa will often be inclined to wave back. Sometimes, she may even pass it on to Faito as he patrols the corridors.
One fine spring morning, Impa is conversing with Imogen in the garden beneath the blossom-coated treetops.
"Since our little intervention, the Curiosity Shop has been forced to close." Imogen explains. "I guess the Captain really was his most loyal customer. I can't help but feel a little pity for him…"
"Don't." Impa replies sternly. "His business operated on the misfortune of others and profited off sick-minded individuals with a sinister fascination for the unusual."
Imogen nods. "You're right. I shan't feel guilty any more. Instead, I shall look forward to meeting my new neighbours in the near future."
Their discussion is disrupted by the abrupt clanking of armour. Impa and Imogen turns their heads to see Faito enter the shadows of the trees.
"Good morning, ladies." he greets them. "Imogen, if you don't mind, I was wondering if I could catch a moment with Impa alone?"
Imogen raises her eyebrows. "But of course, Mr Faito: be my guest!"
Before Impa can object, Imogen skips away, clutching the corners of her apron with a wry smile. Impa folds her arms. "What is it, Faito?"
"I need your help." he says urgently. "Would you be able to meet me outside the Temple of Time at sundown?"
"Can you not just tell me now?" Impa scowls.
"I haven't time." he insists. "Just assure me that you will be present."
Impa looks him up and down and rolls her eyes. "Alright. But make it quick. I must be in the Castle no later than nine o'clock to help Her Majesty get ready for bed."
"Of course." Faito vows. "No later than nine o'clock."
He salutes the Royal Attendant and returns to his post. Impa unfolds her arms and sighs. What unnecessary burden is about to be placed on her shoulders this time?
