Chapter 6
"That's actually quite brilliant," Link gleamed, turning the stone over in his hand. Zelda grinned back, excited as well to have discovered so many hunches with her guardian earlier that day. The Princes had spent much of the day cooped in the castle's library, flipping through old books and sneezing from the cloud of dust she had stirred. Despite the dust, she wasn't able to stifle the small smile upon her lips the entire time in the library. The room was larger than any library Zelda had ever seen, and the numerous books she spotted lining the shelves and walls made her nearly squeal with excitement. Growing up on the streets had only allowed her and Impa to own a small assortment of books, and even then, her stubborn guardian would only permit her to read a couple of them. But in this library, she had free reign; she nearly skipped to each book as she gathered a pile of history and riddle compilations to decipher her own riddle upon the small stone.
To her disappointment, she had discovered very little information that would aid her or Link. There was a single book that she didn't have time to read, for she planned to meet her knight in the gardens in a few minutes, but she brought the small, red and stained book with her anyways. The only thing that caused her interest was the engraved image of four beings on the cover, worn and barely visible from its old age.
She now stood in the gardens, a cloudless and silent night hanging over her head, with Link leaning against a pillar with the riddle stone in his grasp and a thoughtful look upon his face. Zelda had told him the few new ideas that she and Impa had managed to figure out, and he was mulling them over in his strategic head. They were step by step getting closer to the answer.
"Now," he held up the stone, gave it one last look, then handed it back to the Princess. "Will it be up to us to retrieve these stars? Sure, we could send a messenger to do it, but…" he frowned. "I don't know that I trust anyone in the castle enough. I'd rather we both look for them."
"I would love to," Zelda smiled softly, remembering how much she enjoyed their trip from only a day ago. She wanted almost more than anything to get back out in Hyrule's beautiful landscapes. "Oh!" Her eyes brightened with excitement. "If a star is in each race's possession, that means I will finally be able to meet each of them if I were to travel to find these treasures. I would wish for you to accompany me again, of course," she added, a shy smile tugging at her mouth.
"Yes," Link smiled back, sharing her excitement. "It would be an honor. When should we plan to set out? I'd say the sooner the better, seeing that..." he stopped, frowning suddenly. "Never mind. When do you have in mind, my Princess?"
She nudged him slightly in the ribs, still not fond of the title. He only laughed. "I'd say as soon as the celebrations are over. Father told me this evening over dinner that they would plan to present me to the public in two days' time." Zelda recalled the memory, sitting in an enormous and beautiful dining hall while being fed more than she had ever eaten in her life. Her father chatted joyfully, telling of the plans for the celebrations that were to take place, and that the letter pigeons had already been sent to several providences and neighboring kingdoms. The Princess simply smiled and ate quietly, allowing her father to talk without interruption. All she could think is of how many children back in Ragtown she would be able to feed with that much food.
"And how long is the event supposed to last?"
"Father said hopefully only one night—though the princes and noblemen from around the other lands may stay a day or two." The young woman shuddered, not wanting to think about the idea that one of the men she would meet might be her future husband. Link noticed the unsettling gesture, and rose an eyebrow. "Zelda?"
She sighed. "It is no surprise…but I was just thinking…" Zelda bit her lip, looking across the still lawn bathed in a blue blanket of darkness. "…I very well may end up being courted to one of these princes one day. I won't even have a choice."
Her knight simply kept staring at her, an unreadable expression upon his handsome features. Zelda's heart lurched, and her hand felt for the sapphire necklace around her neck—a new-found nervous habit of hers. Through his solid mask, however, Zelda thought she could almost make out a burning expression within his brilliant blue eyes…
"But my duty is to my kingdom," she took a deep breath, straightening her shoulders. "I will do what is best for my subjects, and that includes providing them with a strong king."
Link nodded, then looked away across the lawn as well. "You are a ruler in your blood," he said softly. "You've only known you are a princess for less than a week and yet you have a burning loyalty and passion for your people and their wellbeing." He turned back, now with a soft and admiring smile, though it was tinged with the slightest bit of sadness. Zelda held his stare, trying to make out what he was thinking.
"Well," she said after a moment of silence. "Shall we plan to head off in few days?"
Link grinned more now, and nodded. "Sounds like a plan." He glanced at the position of the moon hanging silver in the night sky and sighed. "I ought to allow you back to your room," he offered her an arm, but she shook her head.
"Actually, I'm not even supposed to be out here right now," she admitted sheepishly. "I had to sneak past Lady Linde and well, lie to Impa… It would be best if I returned alone."
"Lady Linde?" Link rose an eyebrow.
"Yes," Zelda responded, looking between his eyes. "Do you know her?"
He only hummed thoughtfully, then looked away and chuckled while changing the subject. "Oh, Zelda. You may be royalty but you still are a mischievous and sneaky woman." Link shook his head and turned to the Princess fully now, and took her hand in his, planting a gentle and lingering kiss onto her knuckles. With that, he turned around and left Zelda in the garden.
She stood there still, fingers tingling with the ghost of his lips. A familiar warmth spread to her cheeks and her chest. Oh no, she thought. Have I…? She shook her head, and spun on her heels to make her way back to her room, slipping easily past sleepy guards and maids. The fact that she could sneak around so easily concerned her, but she shook that thought off as well as she slipped into her luxurious bed and allow sleep to cradle her mind.
o0o
The day had finally come. The Princess couldn't decide if she was terrified or giddy for this day—maybe both. All she knew is that she was a mess the moment she woke from her restless sleep, her blankets and pillow awry from a night of tossing and turning. Lady Linde had gone out of her way to wake the Princess this morning rather than send a maid, but she was surprised to walk in and see Zelda already up and standing on her balcony, golden hair loose in a shining waterfall down to her hips and a book in hand. She was leaned against the stone railing, still clad in her silk nightgown.
"Princess," Linde's character grin could be heard in her voice. "I see you have gotten an early start. The sun is barely awake."
"Yes," Zelda responded simply, too busy in her book. She had started to get used to maids and Linde walking in at random into her room, and no longer jumped in surprise when one arrived. "And Lady Linde, I have told you about calling me by such formal titles." The golden-haired girl now turned to her lady-in-waiting, attempting a glare but her smile threw the look off. In the few days she had lived in the castle, she had grown quite fond of her kind maid and couldn't ever be cross with her—no matter how hard she tried.
"Oh, yes. I know, hun," Linde chuckled. "It's just habit. Forgive me. Now, I heard a rumor or something that some event is going on today…oh Goddesses, I wish I could remember what." Linde giggled, her cheeks causing her honey eyes to crinkle. Zelda smiled, though the look did not fully reach her eyes. Her lady-in-waiting saw the anxiety upon her face immediately, and quieted. "Zelda, hun," she cocked her head slight, her dirty-blonde bun on her head shifting slightly. "Don't worry yourself quite so much." The kind lady approached the Princess, and patted her lightly on the shoulder with a gentler smile.
"I know, Linde…it's just a lot of pressure." The Princess bit her lip and shifted her book nervously in her hands. "I…" She looked seriously at her lady-in-waiting, contemplating whether or not to tell her of her past. The kind, honey-brown eyes filled with love and concern were enough to convince her. "Linde, I don't know if anyone has told you but…these years when I was 'missing', I was actually living quite close. Castletown, even. Except…" She turned back around to her balcony looking over a quiet Castletown, and in the distance Hyrule Field. If she peered hard enough, she could even see the looming mountain range to the east. But he gaze returned within the town beneath her, to a particular spire poking from a poorer part of town. "I lived on the streets. I was a resident of Ragtown—hardly a single rupee to my name. I never knew any different, but it was a simple life. I was just another face in the crowd."
Linde listened quietly, following the Princess's gaze with her own. "Now my face will be iconic. I don't know if that is a good thing or not…" her fingers trailed the imprints on her book mindlessly. "I feel guilty," she admitted suddenly.
"Whatever for, hun? You have lived a humble life, and you are making lovely progress as a Princess. Impa has said that your etiquette is pristine and that you are learning law and governing behavior very quickly."
"Yes," Zelda nodded. She had been studying with Impa and sometimes her father over such subjects, and though they were tough to understand at first, she was starting to process them. It was almost like she was wired to be a ruler. "But all my friends, all the homeless little children back in Ragtown, they are still stuck living ill lives with their stomachs hardly filled as they lay to rest every night. It seems horribly unfair that I too was living in such conditions and am now being treated with luxury while they are not. I almost feel as if I am betraying them," her hands shook softly, her gaze never leaving Ragtown in the distance.
"Zelda, my sweet princess." Linde reached out and placed her hand over the quivering girl's. "You mustn't feel such guilt. Just the very fact that you feel so horribly is proof enough of your kind heart. And," she patted Zelda's hand. "Just because you are royalty doesn't mean you can't pay them a visit and help them out. I am sure they would be elated to see you."
Zelda finally turned to her maid, a relaxed smile slowly fading onto her lips. "You are right, Linde…I should pay them a visit when I have the chance. Thank you," she reached out her arms and embraced the cheery woman with a tight hug. Linde chuckled slightly, returning the hug. "Anything for you, hun. That is what I am here for." They released, and Zelda's shoulders were noticeably less drooped, and a new shine of excitement shone in her violet eyes.
"Now," Linde placed her hands on her hips. "Down to business. I hear that you will first be attending a tea social with the princes that arrived last night. We need to find you something to wear." With that, the motherly lady marched off to Zelda's massive wardrobe and began sorting through the wide assortment of gowns. Zelda frowned. She already knew that since today was a special event that she would be expected to wear something a bit more formal. With a sigh, she walked to the center of her room as her lady-in-waiting hummed and dug out layers of garments.
o0o
Late? I can't be late now! I have to make a good impression. Being late will not help with that! Zelda rushed—as best as she could in heels and a long gown—to the gardens. Link was assigned to escort her, and he was jogging ahead to try to keep up. Though she could not see him, he was trying to stifle a humorous grin at the Princess's frantic mood. Before the Princess had arrived at the castle and he served for her, he never had a difficult time masking any expression and acting stoic. But for a reason he didn't know why, he had a much harder time trying to do so around the Princess.
The knight finally reached the end of the long corridor and halted in front of the door, and beckoned for Zelda to do the same. She took the moment to ensure she looked fine—her pale blue gown's petticoat still in place, her pinned hair still tidy—and took a deep breath. Time to woo some princes, she thought. She almost groaned.
"Ready, your Highness?" Link inquired, giving her a once-over. She offered a nod, pulled shoulders and head high in a regal stance that she had been practicing for the past few days, and stepped through the door as her knight opened it. The late-morning sun nearly blinded her the moment Zelda stepped into the warm air, and she nearly faltered. But it would take much more than the shining sun to throw her off.
"Princess Zelda," a familiar voice boomed across the gardens. As Zelda's vision cleared, she saw that these grounds were different from the garden she had stumbled across the other day—and she was glad for it. There would be no need to remember traumatic experiences while trying to socialize.
She peered around and spotted the voice that called her name, seeing her father standing in front of a seat placed under a large tree, several other seats surrounding it. Step by step she made her way forward to the King, gulping as she came closer and saw several men sitting in the surrounding seats, each dressed with fine clothing and sat with rigid, royal postures. The King gestured for her to stand next to him, and she did so quickly. "Please welcome my daughter, Princess Zelda," her father introduced her to the men around them. Gracefully, each of the ten men stood and bowed to her, and she returned the gesture.
"Please, enjoy the refreshments and feel free to socialize. This is a social event, after all." The King smiled slightly, then turned to chat with a middle-aged man to his right. The garden walls were quickly filled with quiet and sophisticated conversation as everyone began engaging. Zelda tried desperately not to reach for her necklace and fiddle with it, determined to remain regal.
"Princess," a smooth voice said to her, and she turned to him. Before her stood a tall, handsome man with dark features. Zelda noticed his round ears and features, and marveled. She couldn't recall ever meeting a human having lived around solely Hylians her whole life. "I am Prince Reyman of Labrynna. It is a pleasure to meet you." He took her gloved hand and kissed it in formal ritual. He turned his chocolate brown eyes to her, and offered a wide smile. "The pleasure is mine," she responded and bowed her head slightly.
"It is lovely news to hear of your discovery," he began. "I never knew Hyrule's King had a daughter."
"Yes," she nodded. "Even much of Hyrule didn't know there was a princess. Only simply that the King had a child at one point that disappeared." Zelda hoped he wouldn't push the subject—she wasn't fond of the idea of sharing such personal details with a complete stranger. To her relief, he didn't
"Either way, it is very fortunate you have returned. I am glad to hear of your wellbeing. How is Hyrule these days? I am sad to admit that I haven't been able to visit in quite some time." He gave a look of genuine interest, and Zelda smiled.
"Hyrule is doing very well. The Goddesses have blessed these days with peace and prosperity, as no wars nor contention have been evident for several centuries."
"How lovely to hear," he smiled another wide grin. "Though I am sure it is quite odd for you to be surrounded by humans," he said suddenly, as if reading Zelda's previous thoughts.
"Ah, you are hardly different from ourselves," she assured.
"I assume so," a sudden gleam of humor shone in his eyes. "Though, I must admit we have one advantage."
The Princess rose an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yes, we aren't blessed with pointed ears. Thus, we don't have the risk of poking someone's eye out. I can't say Hylians are quite so lucky."
Zelda let out a sudden and surprised bought of laughter. "You do have a very good point there, Your Majesty."
He grinned with her. "I do. I beg you enlighten me though: how do you protect yourselves from each other? Surely you have to refrain from turning your heads too quickly towards someone lest a mishap occur. Your shops must make plenty of money selling eye patches."
The Princess simply laughed some more, a melodious sound ringing through the gardens. Perhaps conversing with these princes wouldn't be quite so bad—assuming they were all as kind and humorous as Reyman.
"My," she said through her giggles. "If I ever see a Hylian with an eyepatch, I'll be sure to ask them if their fate was from such an accident." She continued smiling as she looked back at the Prince. "I hadn't known the Prince of Labrynna to be such a comedian."
"Ah," he shrugged. "Being royalty can be quite stuffy sometimes. I find it best to lighten it with some good old humor sometimes. It's exhausting being so serious at times."
Zelda could only nod and sigh in agreement. "Yes, I must agree. It is a lot of work."
Reyman smiled, then glanced his warm, brown eyes to their side. "Well, I'd best share you with the rest of the princes. I don't want to be unfair." He bowed low once again. "Thank you for your company, Princess. I look forward to the dinner tonight."
"I as well," Zelda smiled, bowing her head. With that, he left, and was soon replaced by another regal man standing in his place. This man was much shorter and a tad wider—as seen by the pastry in his hand, he was a fan of desserts. The Princess met his pale eyes, and nearly flinched at the pure disinterest radiating from their irises.
"Princess."
With a forced smile, Zelda awaited further greeting, yet he offered nothing else and simply took a bite from his pasty and stared at her through lazy eyelids. "Uh," her smile was faltering. "I am Princess Zelda—as you have probably discovered since…my father introduced me." Mentally, she facepalmed. I sound like an idiot! The man offered no response. "…and you are…?"
"Lord Ateek."
"It's a pleasure to meet your Lordship," she bowed her head uncomfortably. Zelda glanced around, trying to spot a way out. Going from speaking with the lively Prince Reyman to this Lord was a striking difference, and the sheer boredom radiating from him was bothering her greatly. Why did he even bother approaching her if he had no desire to converse—or pretend to be polite?
"So," she leaned back up. "If you don't mind my asking, which blessed land have you come from?"
"Ikana."
"I see," she attempted to force a smile; Zelda had never heard of such a land. "I must thank you for traveling all this way for the sake of Hyrule. Your presence is much appreciated." Despite how awkward the situation was, she felt the random desire to laugh. This was so terribly awful, and it was at the point of being comical. Perhaps Prince Reyman would like to hear about this meeting later; he would surely share her laughter.
"Uh-huh," the Lord responded. Zelda wondered if he was capable of constructing full sentences. The violet eyes searched around desperately for a reason to leave the conversation, and to her relief she spotted the servants setting teacups around a small table. "It seems the tea is ready. If you will excuse me." She didn't wait to hear his half-hearted response, and practically ran to the table. A servant handed her and several other noblemen their tea, and Zelda thanked him. She felt a strange sense of discomfort when no one else in the gardens thanked the servants like her.
"How are you holding up, my Zelda?" Her father's voice startled her as she gripped her cup, but she soon relaxed to hear a familiar voice.
"I'm...surviving," she grimaced. The King only chuckled and nodded in understanding. "Prince Reyman of Labrynna is very kind, though."
"Yes," her father smiled, and spotted the tall man speaking with another aristocrat. "From my understanding, he is quite the jester."
"That he is," she grinned, recalling his teasing over Hylian ears. She had taken no offense to such teasing—surely many of the other races thought Hylians look very odd with their pointed ears and sharp features. Zelda took a sip of her tea, savoring the refreshing flavor. Even after a few days she couldn't quite get over how spoiled castle life was and how delicious every meal and snack was. The conversation with Linde popped in her mind about Ragtown, however, and she suddenly felt very anxious to see her old friends.
"Your Majesty," she began, using his formal title since others were around. "May I ask when the social dinner will end this evening?"
"Already anxious to be done with an event that hasn't even started, are we?" Her father grinned and patted her lovingly on the shoulder. "I do not know, my dear Princess. But for your sake I will ensure it does not extent too late into the night."
"Thank you," she relaxed. Maybe then she would have time to wind down from all the socializing that was sure to come. "Well, I guess I should try to make some more acquaintances," Zelda sighed. "I shall see you later." Her father looked to her, green eyes shining with pride. His voice suddenly quieted and he looked like he was troubling to mask his sudden emotion. "My Zelda," he smiled softly. "You are even more strong and beautiful than I could ever imagine. Impa did well raising you," his eyes turned down slightly and a faint twist of guilt played across his face. "I wish I could have been there to help."
"Father," Zelda too quieted her voice. "Do not blame yourself for such things. I have plenty of memories of your efforts to raise me as a child. Plus," she smiled, "you have shown your fatherly kindness is leading your kingdom so well. That is enough for me to know that our people are safe and happy."
At first, he didn't respond, but then slowly nodded, trying to smile back. "You will make a lovely queen."
The Princess bowed her head in thanks, heart warmed, then headed off to meet more noblemen and princes despite her reluctance.
o0o
By the time of the public revelation, Zelda was quite exhausted from all the conversing and strain she put upon herself by trying to stay regal and polite. Being a princess was proving to be quite the task—though she didn't mind it too much. Despite her tiredness, she was buzzing faintly with anxiousness and excitement both in anticipation to being revealed to her people. It was a war between terror and joy as her maids fussed and cleaned her appearance.
To the Princess's dismay, it was requested of her to change outfits for the sake of the public, and another round of excruciating hours was scheduled for the process. She now sat in a plush chair in her room, several ladies bustling about to brush her hair straight and sleek, and style it to what they said was tradition for Hyrule's princesses. Zelda simply sat put, allowing herself to try and relax with her eyes closed while her hair was being yanked and perfected.
"Alright, we are done, your Majesty." Nerai informed her. "Now we just need to dress you and we will be done."
Zelda opened her eyes and grunted. "Just dress her"? That was a painful process in itself. She allowed Nerai and the rest of the maids to guide her to her from her seat and helped her into the excessive layers of undergarments. Zelda wilted slightly when she saw the corset to the outfit, and Nerai gave her a small smile of an apology. After finally tightening the laces and yanking her waist until she could barely breathe, the maids aided her in climbing into the actual dress. Once the process was over, Zelda had never felt more overdressed and tightly wound in her entire life.
Lady Linde suddenly entered the room, and shooed off the maids as the Princess thanked them for their help. Once the army of young ladies left, Linde stepped in front of Zelda to get a better look and gasped with delight at the sight. "Oh, Zelda, hun! You look like a goddess," she gleamed and pressed her round hand against her chest. "You must have a look for yourself. All of Castletown will be stunned to see their golden Princess." Linde took Zelda's gloved wrist and guided her to the large mirror, beaming with her usual grin.
Zelda had to admit: she was rather stunned herself. Her blonde hair was loose, not including the ribbons tying the ends and the golden pendant hanging from her hair in the back. A soft line of kohl lined her eyes, causing the violet hue of her irises to look piercing, and her lips were tinted in a slightly deeper pink. The dress fit her like a glove, and looked like it was made just for her. The bodice was a royal purple, pulled fitting around her slim waist. The skirt was a slight off-white, hem embroidered in intricate gold designs. A slim pointed banner was tied around her waist and extended all the way to the bottom of the dress, displaying the royal crest and flowing loosely as she shifted.
"Wow," was all she could manage. Something about the entire outfit fit her perfectly, almost as if she was destined to wear it. Perhaps she was; her maids explained that this look was tradition for the Princess of Hyrule. Zelda felt as if she was looking into the reflection and seeing her ancestor, not herself. It was the queerest feeling.
"'Wow' indeed, I'd say!" Linde clapped her hands together gently, clearly even more excited than the Princess. She placed her hand on Zelda's bare shoulder, a sudden motherly humble look falling upon her expression. "You look like the perfect princess. I've never seen such a beautiful woman in all my years—and trust me, I've been around for quite some time." Zelda smiled at her, thankful for her lady-in-waiting's kind words. Lady Linde returned the look as always, but her eyebrows suddenly shot up as she recalled something.
"Oh! How could I forget? Your look isn't completed yet." With that, she rushed off to grab something off of Zelda's bed that Zelda had noticed her bring in before. The round lady presented a pair of gold armored shoulder guards to the Princess, cheeks lifted in a smile as always. She carefully placed them on the young woman's shoulders, and clasped them in the front around her collar bone. Zelda was pleasantly surprised to see that they settled onto her slim shoulders quite comfortably.
"And this to complete the look." Linde retrieved one last thing from a small pillow, turning to allow Zelda to see. The Princess's eyes widen in admiration at the small crown in her lady-in-waiting's hands. It was the same gold as her shoulder guards, with leaf-like details around the entire rimming. Right in the center was a large sapphire, and Zelda couldn't help but think of a certain smiling knight as she stared at the gem. Her maid set the headpiece gently onto Zelda's head, allowing it to sit right on her hairline. With the two additions, Zelda felt that her outfit looked truly completed. She still marveled at how exquisitely she was dressed considering not so long ago she wore nothing but worn rags of clothing.
"Lady Linde," she breathed. "I can't thank you enough. The outfit is absolutely incredible."
"It is my pleasure, hun. But it is the woman that wears it that makes it appear so beautifully." Linde winked at her and rushed to grab something from the bathing room. "Oh, and here is your lover's necklace. I wouldn't want you to suffer without something to comfort you while you wear such formal clothing," Linde teased and tied the necklace Link gave her around Zelda's neck and nodded with satisfaction at the Princess stammered.
"O-oh, it wasn't a lover that gave it to me, Linde," Zelda quickly tried to clarify.
Her lady-in-waiting only chuckled and shook her head. "Zelda, hun. There is no shame in having a man even if you are a princess."
"Really, it wasn't a—"
"Now, Zelda. I've seen the look on your face as you put that necklace on every morning. There is no doubt that someone has you enchanted by the faint smile and blush on your face. He is a very lucky man."
Zelda simply huffed and shook her head. There was no point in trying to argue with this stubborn lady. But still, the Princess bit her lip. Was it really that obvious that she cared deeply for Link? It's only that we're close friends, Zelda tried to convince herself. But deep in her heart, she knew better.
Her lady-in-waiting gave another goodhearted laugh and patted the Princess's shoulders. "Well, dearest, I mustn't keep you. You have a kingdom to be introduced to." She gave a sympathetic look at Zelda as the nervous girl moved her stare to her toes and took a wavering breath. "Zelda, your people will love you. I have no doubt."
Zelda looked up finally, and reached out to pull the kind Lady Linde into her arms and allowed herself to release her breath. Linde gave a surprised "oh!", clearly shocked by the sudden hug, but soon hugged back and giggled in the Princess's arms. "Thank you, Linde" Zelda said softly. "I've only known you for a few days, yet you're like a second mother to me." She released the lady and grinned.
Her lady-in-waiting's eyes were shimmering slightly, yet she held her signature smile. "Hun, you must go. Now—before you make this old woman cry," she sniffled and ushered Zelda out. "Sir Link should be waiting at the castle doors to escort you to Castletown."
The Princess nodded and took a deep breath. "I'll see you later, my lady."
"Of course," Linde clasped her hands. "I will be there in the crowd; don't you worry. Now shoo!"
o0o
With every echoing step upon the smooth stone, Zelda's heart began to quicken. Every stride brought her closer to her people—her people that had no clue she even existed. Thoughts and irrational fears spun in her head at dizzying chaos, and she had to press her palms to her thighs as she walked through the guarded corridors toward the castle's front door.
"Princess."
At the very sound of his voice, she felt an immense weight of anxiety lift from her slender shoulders, and the nervousness faded to a dull pound against her ribs. She didn't realize how much she had missed him, only seeing him here and there throughout the day. She hoped he was invited to the dinner tonight, even if he was a knight on duty.
"Sir Link," she couldn't suppress the grin upon her face as she walked closer to him. Link wasn't dressed in his usual tunic and chainmail, but now a polished knight's armor—though without the helmet likely so he wasn't too intimidating—with the royal crest upon the front. He truly looked like a knight in the silver, and she found herself staring silently awed by the way the armor reflected light into his sapphire eyes and made them shine.
Though, she noticed in her gaping, she wasn't the only one staring numb-mindedly at the other person. Link's eyes were looking her up and down, his eyebrows risen high enough they touched his blond forelocks. Zelda's face threatened to heat under the intense gaze.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, prying her own stare from him. "Shall we go? I don't want to make a bad first impression on Castletown by being late."
At her voice, he seemed to click out of his trance and shake his head slightly. "Oh—yes of course. Pardon me." He turned away quickly and heaved the large wooden doors open. Her knight turned back to her, a faint smile glinting in his eyes as he holds his armored elbow out to her while bowing slightly. Zelda took it in her gloved hand, shivering lightly at the cool surface as the two walked off toward the town with several guards marching before them to lead the way.
"You look absolutely alluring in your dress, my Princess."
She bit her lip lightly and looked at him, seeing his bright eyes staring fondly back at her. The way he said "my Princess" made her heart skip a beat or two. "Thank you. I must say you too look quite dashing in your formal knight armor."
His lips twitched slightly, though he remained stoic in his professional attitude. "Well, I am the same dashing knight in shining armor that led her Majesty through Hyrule and taught her archery." Though his face was serious, she could sense the humorous tone in his hushed words.
"Well, I'd hate to break it to this knight in shining armor, but it turns out he wasn't the first one to teach me archery."
"I knew it!" He claimed quietly. "There's no way you could have handled the bow so naturally without having been taught before. Though I must say, I am a bit hurt that I don't get the pride of saying I taught you to aim so well."
She patted the inside of his elbow softly, trying to suppress the grin on her dainty face. "Ah, you'll survive, I think."
He gave an exaggerated sigh. "I guess."
They finally approached the entrance to the enormous doors to the castle walls. Zelda's mind began to whirl in a panic again as she knew that the entire town would be on the other side of those wood doors, waiting to find out why the King had called them this day. Though, through the anxiety, she felt a faint swell of excitement to witness what her people's reactions would be. They didn't even know her yet, but she already felt an unwavering sense of loyalty and pure love for the people of Hyrule, and the vow to do everything in her power to make them prosper rung in her memory down into every beat of her heart.
"Good luck, Princess," Link patter her gloved hand gently with his gauntlet and released her. She instantly felt a sense of calm flee from her, and her eyes widened slightly. "You won't be escorting me out there?" She nearly whispered, though she knew the answer already.
"I'm afraid not," he bowed his head slightly. "But I shall take the lead and guide you to his Majesty's side. I won't be too far away, I promise."
She nodded hesitantly, heart warming slightly as he gave he the quickest grin before turning to the guards standing around them. "Her Majesty is now ready." The guards gave him a quick salute and shoved the grand double doors open, and the Princess stepped forward. With a labored breath, she pulled her shoulders back and held her head high, face expressionless. Just like Impa taught her.
The doors widened and revealed the grand central part of Castletown, though she could not see any heads over the broad stance of the King and since she was elevated above the ground of the square. With solid steps, she awaited her cue.
"—has suffered long," the King was saying midsentence, loud and authoritative voice booming through the gray stones around the plaza. "Not only I, but those who were with us all those years ago. I understand that no details were given of my child, nor were they ever presented to the public eye for my own cautious reasons. But my tactics were irrational, and Fate has a sense of humor, I'm afraid. The heir was attacked in the confines of the castle, and I thought was stolen and murdered." His voice quieted as he recalled nightmare-inducing memories. "Now, I am sure you are all wondering why I bring this topic up—one that hasn't been spoken of for over a decade. This is where we may forget the horrors of the child of Hyrule's disappearance, and rejoice with renewed discovery." Her father turned his head slightly, catching sight of the Princess standing regally behind him, still concealed from the view of the people.
"People of Castletown—of Hyrule. With a newly-healed heart brimming with joy, I present to you Princess Zelda, the lost daughter of Hyrule."
Hearing her cue, she sucked in one last shaky breath and stepping forward. One foot in front of the other, hands clasped solidly behind your back, she reminded herself. Her legs carried her strongly forward, and she stopped at the edge of the raised platform and allowed the sounds of shocked and disbelieving gasps erupt in her ears as all of Castletown gaped at the sight of the beautiful young woman standing before them, shining in her princess attire with a golden headpiece upon her head.
It seemed like a lifetime passed, and nothing happened. All was silent; not even a baby dared to breath in the tangible bewilderment hanging in the air. Zelda simply stood, grasping her hands tightly as she could behind her back and tried to remain calm. But in her chest, her heart was kicking up a wild storm of pounding against her ribs.
The faces remained frozen, wide eyes and gaping mouths stared at her as they took in the information they had just heard and seen. The silence seemed to stretch on forever, and Zelda wanted desperately to end the uncomfortable tension.
Then, only one voice at first, rung out in the eerie silence.
"That's Leda, papa!" They all heard a child's voice cry. Murmurs suddenly arose from the crowd.
"Leda? Oh, yes! I knew she looked familiar."
"Leda?"
"I've seen her before, I swear."
"She has the kindest soul I've ever seen."
"—the heart like her father."
"She'll be—"
"You have our hearts, Leda—Princess Zelda!" A loud voice cut through them all, and the crowd silenced. But soon, one after the other, the people began to kneel against the stone ground until each head was bowed in a sea of people. Zelda could only stand agape as she watched her people kneel humbly before her.
"Arise," she called out, surprised by the solidity of her voice.
"To the Princess—found and returned to Hyrule's hands once again! The Princess Zelda!" An elderly man thrust his wrinkled fist into the air, his voice resonating through the silent plaza. The Princess recognized him slightly…the thought of a pomegranate flitted through her memory as she spotted the wrinkled man clad in old clothing. But his calls aroused another voice.
"To Princess Zelda!"
"To the Princess!" Another voice joined.
"Princess Zelda!"
The crowd erupted once again, but this time their words were unified and overjoyed.
"To Princess Zelda!"
They joined saying the phrase, hands touching their hearts and raising to the sky, toward her.
Her heart pounded—though not with nervousness anymore. The pride for her people that she had felt earlier amplified by a dizzying amount, and her heart soared light the beats of a proud eagle's wings. These were her people, and they were cheering for her. They accepted her without another thought, and loved her fully as they recognized her as the poverty-ridden girl with the largest heart that roamed the streets most her life, giving everything she had just to help those around her.
The Princess couldn't suppress the smile twitching on her lips, and soon the twitches stretched into a wide and beaming smile. The regal stony face melted away against her will. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide, but she couldn't stop. She had never felt so happy in her life. Her dazzling smile only excited the people even more; they were now clapping and whooping, smiles on their own face as the rest of the crowd continued to call her name.
She felt a warm arm rest upon her shoulder, and she turned to see the King, her father, standing beside her, tears streaming steadily down her face as he too lost his regal appearance and grinned like an idiot as well through the liquid shining upon his cheeks.
Zelda had never felt so whole in her entire life.
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A softened smile still pulled on her lips as she ate dinner around an enormous table in an enormous dining hall, princes and noblemen sitting around her. Some looked at her with disapproval of her clear emotions, while others simply glance at her curiously. Either way, she didn't care one bit. Her heart was still sky high, reaching the heavens.
"You're still grinning like a child that's lost her first tooth," a joking voice said to her side as he sat down. She turned to a well-dressed man settling in the seat beside her, tall and regal with strong features.
"I am Prince Norvald of Holodrum," he claimed, taking her hand and kissing her gloved fingers ceremoniously. "Prince of one of the best kingdoms around," he added, and Zelda's smile turned slightly confused.
"Lovely to meet your acquaintance. I'm sure you already know who I am."
"Of course. I could never miss such a lovely face from a mile around," he said formally. "Hyrule's royalty sure does produce the most dazzling heirs." He eyed her closely, and she gulped uncomfortably under his stare.
"You flatter me, Prince."
"Please," he said in a low voice. "Call me Norvald—I guess I'll make a special exception just for your Highness. There's no need for such formality."
Her smile truly began to falter now, though she tried to remain pleasant. Was he flirting with her?
"Thank you, Prince, but I'd prefer to remain profess—"
"Zelda," he frowned, and she eyed him warily at his informal use of her name. She had not granted permission, and she considered it quite rude. She wanted desperately to sit elsewhere. "You are very foolish to deny me like—"
Only a few moments of speaking with this man, and she had enough. Zelda wasn't one to lose her patience easily, but this Prince seemed particularly good at making her feel cross quite quickly. "If you'll excuse me, your Highness, but I do not appreciate your blunt words and would prefer you show more respect," she demanded with a lowered voice. To her surprise and slight disgust, he simply rolled his eyes. "Such a short temper, Princess. It's very unladylike. I was simply trying to get to know you. Though Holodrum is a prosperous kingdom, we would welcome more unity with Hyrule." His dark eyes wandered over her frame.
She just blinked at him, absolutely disgusted with his bluntness. Zelda had only been speaking with him for a matter of moments, and he was already trying to negotiate an alliance? Through marriage? The Princess briskly stood up, finally fed up. The entire day had been spent speaking with snobby noblemen and princes just like him—though none were quite as rude as he—and she was tired of putting a smile on and pretending to be kind while talking to them. Without another thought, she wrapped her bread in a napkin along with some cheese and grapes and tucked the food in her arm. She turned to Prince Norvald and bowed stiffly at him. "If you'll excuse me."
The chatter around the crowded dining hall continued as she briskly walked out of the servant's doors, avoiding the guards stationed on the main entrances. No one but the silenced Prince of Holodrum noticed her disappearance, and she was glad for it. She didn't want to cause a scene.
Her footsteps carried her briskly to her room, where she tossed the door open and flew inside to grab a few belongings. Zelda switched her formal shoes for a well-made pair of leather boots sitting in her wardrobe, and buckled a small pouch around her waist where she then placed the smuggled food gently. Her dress would be a nuisance, but she didn't have the patience nor time to try to struggle her way out of it, so she kept it on rather than switch it for a more casual gown. Lastly, she grabbed her old hood and tied it around her neck as she stomped back out of her room and shut the door.
Though she knew it was probably silly to sneak around her guards, she did anyways. She slipped through the carpeted corridors and unwatched doors without causing any uproar, and soon enough she was slinking across the wall of the castle outside. With a swift flick, she put her hood over her head and slipped through a smaller and less guarded entrance into Castletown, and within moments her cloaked figure merged with the bustle of the town's square. The Princess was relieved to see that no one seemed to give her much notice, and she hoped that since only the hem of her dress was showing that they would simply assume her to be a wealthy resident—not royalty. Though, even if they suspected she was the princess, they wouldn't have much time to investigate. The entire town was even busier than usual, with crowds and people swarming in enormous masses and dancing to street music. Children could be spotted everywhere painting royal purple banners in scribbled drawings, and every person in the entire plaza was grinning ear to ear.
The buzz and energy of Castletown made Zelda feel instantly rejuvenated, and she too couldn't help but let the infectious excitement pull a smile onto her lips. Music rung in her ears in sync with the laughter and joyous chatter of the townspeople, and it seemed as if every person in Castletown was out celebrating. The Princess's heart lifted once again, and her annoyance with blunt princes vanished.
A current in the crowds led her slowly toward one of the streets exiting the plaza, and Zelda allowed herself to follow it. The further she walked on the stone, the more the crowd began to thin and the music started to fade from her ears. People were still out and about in the street, but most were clearly tired and heading home or acting ditzy likely from too much celebration. As she walked, her heart saddened slightly. She recognized the street very well, for it was the very stone pathway that led to the place she grew up. It led to a time and place that was much simpler and quiet—poorer as well. Despite its shabby appearance, Zelda could still feel a sense of connection as soon as she entered into the grimy area of Castletown that everyone named Ragtown—her home.
The tents and poorly built homes all seemed so familiar to her, even though it felt like it had been eons since she was last walking past them to get to her own humble home. Smells of fire and dust filled her senses, ones that seemed so nostalgic. Ragtown hadn't changed slightly, likely because it had only been a little over a week since she last passed through, but it seemed like a whole other lifetime ago. It made Zelda feel a dull throb of sorrow and homesickness for her shabby life in the street when she wasn't Princess Zelda Nohansen of Hyrule, but rather simply Leda.
Her smile turned bittersweet, and she reached her gloved hand out to glide along a rotted wood fence as she walked among the tents. It seemed no celebrations were occurring here, probably because the people couldn't afford such expensive food or attire for the occasion, or that they would likely be ridiculed for even being there. The thought turned Zelda's smile downwards even more until she was no longer smiling at all. She felt unworthy and traitorous to be walking through such a poor section of Castletown with her expensively made dress and polish golden headpiece. Not even that long ago she was living day by day on what little she owned in this poor town without a rupee to her name—and now here she was, the newfound Princess of Hyrule out of the blue and snatched from her poor living and was now living as royalty. It hardly seemed fair at all to all the other residents of Ragtown. She felt like she didn't deserve such a luxurious life when there were still people back in her old home hardly surviving the cold nights and with little food.
Hot tears bit at her eyes, and her vision of the worn shacks became blurred.
"I'm so sorry," her voice was so quiet that she hardly heard it herself. Her steps came to a stop and she rested her hand on make-shift pot for food, currently empty, laying haphazardly against the fence. "I don't deserve it." A tear threatened to slip down her cheek.
"I think ya may be lost, m'lady," a soft voice called behind her. "You're dressed much too fancily to belong here."
She readjusted her hood to make sure it covered her face, then turned to look at the worn lady standing behind her wearing rags that hardly fit her frail frame. A messy bun of graying hair framed her dirty face, and her callused hand was wrapped around a small girl's hand as she hid herself behind the lady.
"I am simply paying a visit," Zelda said, not feeling like explaining herself. She recognized the woman to be the mother of one of the children she and Impa used to make food for, and perhaps the child hiding shyly behind her was the girl herself.
Said little girl gasped slightly at the sound of Zelda's voice, then leaned out from behind her mother's leg a little more to get a better look. The soft brown of the child's eyes crinkled in confusion at the sight of the well-dressed figure before her.
"Leda?" she squeaked. "Is that you?"
It was Iza, Hena's older sister whom she had asked Zelda's help looking for before Zelda had left on her journey. The tear wavering on Zelda's eyelashes fell finally, slipping smoothly down her cheek. She trusted the people of Ragtown fully, she decided, and crouched down to the height of the small girl as she walked around her mother fully now and approached Zelda with persisting confusion.
"Yes," Zelda's voice was soft, but strong. "It's me."
Iza's eyes brightened and a smile stretched on her lips. "I knew it! I could tell ya from anywhere!" She hopped on her feet once and rushed forward to hug Zelda tightly, bringing her skinny arms around the young woman's neck. Iza let go of Zelda after a long hug and rose a single eyebrow at her. "What's this for?" She reached up to Zelda's hood and yanked it off before the Princess could react.
The girl's mother gasped loudly at the sight of the Princess's face and crown on her forehead and fell to a low bow. "Leda—that means…" she was struggling to keep her composure. "…It's a pleasure to have ya visit us… er, your Highness. I-I heard news of the King' child," she stuttered.
Iza too looked baffled at Zelda's extravagant headpiece and carefully dressed hair, but didn't bow. "You're a 'Highness' now, Leda?"
Zelda stood back up and wrung her gloved hands nervously. "Please, madam, stand. There is no need," she addressed the middle-age lady. The ragged woman cautiously straightened from her bow and eyes the Princess nervously. "And yes, Iza," Zelda continued quietly. "It appears I am a princess now."
The little girl broke into another smile and hopped up and down with excitement. "That's amazing! You're so lucky!" Her mother watched the bouncing girl warily as she worried the apron over her dress. "The lost Princess of Hyrule," the woman said softly. "I can't say I'm completely surprised that you turned out to be the King's lost child, Princess."
"I must say I am rather surprised," Zelda admitted. "I must be going, however. I sort of snuck out of the castle…" She laughed nervously and the woman smiled slightly.
"Of course, your Majesty. Thank ya so much for paying your ol' humble home a visit." The woman bowed her head a little. "We will let ya be off now." She beckoned for Iza and began turning away.
Zelda frowned slightly, then remembered the pouch on her hip. "Wait!" She blurted. "Please, have this for your family." Quickly, she unbuttoned the pouch and pulled out the food she smuggled from the dining hall, still slightly warm. She crouched down again and placed it in the little girl's petite hands and patted them kindly. "I had more than I could ever imagine eating myself, and I thought it unfair to share with my Ragtown family like I always did."
"Oh!" The woman placed her fingertips to her lips. "Your Majesty, please, you don't need to worry 'bout us—"
"Please," Zelda held her hand up to quiet the lady. "I insist. Feed your family."
The woman's eyes began to shimmer slightly as she bowed again. "T-thanks so much, Princess. I can't thank ya enough."
"Of course, madam. You deserve food just as much as I do. I am no higher than you."
The lady could only gulp and hastily brush the tears from her dirty face.
"I shall see you later," the Princess smiled, and turned on her heels while waving good-bye to Iza.
"Your Majesty?"
Zelda stopped and turned her head slightly and waited.
The woman smiled gently through her tears. "You will make a fine queen one day."
A smile pulled at the Princess's lips, then she turned to continue down the familiar path to the ruined place she had called home her entire life with a softened heart.
The ancient building looked empty and nearly foreboding as she walked slowly up its weathered steps and up to the rotting door. For a moment, she could only stand and stare at the grains in the wood and prepare herself to enter. At last, she finally pressed the door open and stepped inside.
Her whole life, her home was lively with the fire burning in the fireplace, books scattered across the broken pews, and Zelda's voice humming through its rooms. But now it was left cold and empty, not a single sign of her past life present as seen by the spotless floor and stale scent. The setting sun was casting dark shadows through the entire place, and Zelda knew she would have to leave soon before it got so dark she couldn't see well enough to navigate. The sight of the building she once called her home made her heart throb in an even sadder song than before, and several tears tumbled their ways down her cheeks now in the silence of the stone walls.
"When did life become so wild and complicated?" She asked softly to no one in particular. For several long minutes, she simply stood in the center of the hollow room with her arms hanging loosely at her sides and tears rolling slowly down her fair cheeks. In many ways, she was immensely grateful for the new life she had where she could selfishly afford anything she desired had clean clothing each day, but at the same time this ancient building would always hold a place in her heart along with the memories that occurred inside it. Memories of Impa reading near the fireplace, making food for the poor children, climbing the tall steeple outside despite Impa's protests, and much more. It was a rough life, but Zelda still held several cherished memories of it that she would always love.
"So, this is Leda's home?"
A small, shocked squeak erupted from her lips and she spun around locate the voice. She scolded herself for not bringing some sort of weapon with her just in case she was attacked, and her heart pounded. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea to wander Castletown as the new princess completely alone.
But as she turned and spotted the source of the voice, she instantly relaxed and let a breath escape her tensed lungs.
"You scared me, Link," she frowned and attempted to glare at him, but his relaxed figure leaned against the stone wall was too hard to stay irritated with. The sight of his easy smile and laidback demeanor was a sight she felt like she hadn't seen in such a long time since they had been in the castle, and she suddenly realized how much she missed Link, not Sir Link.
"Sorry, your Highness. I couldn't resist," he grinned mischievously, his gleaming blue eyes twinkling with humor as she tried unsuccessfully to glare at him again.
"No 'your Highnesses', please," she responded simply and crossed her arms. "We're alone. There's no point." She gave him a once-over, taking in his appearance still clad in his knight's armor. "Speaking of which, have you been following me?"
He shrugged nonchalantly and crossed his ankles, his metal shin guards clinking lightly. "I noticed you rush out of the dining hall. As the Royal Family's knight, it is sort of my duty to keep tabs on you even if you're fleeing social situations."
"I wasn't—" She stopped. "Well, I guess you're sort of right… Those princess and noblemen get on my nerves. I needed some fresh air."
He rose a single blond eyebrow. "So you walked all the way through the castle grounds, through Castletown, and all the way to Ragtown just for some fresh air?"
"Yes."
"Well, I won't question your tactics," he shrugged again and pushed himself from his lean against the stone wall and walked closer to her while taking in the interior of the large building. "I assume this is the Temple of Time?" He said more like a statement than a question. She only nodded, looking away from his wandering gaze. The blue focus of his eyes finally fell on her, and now that he was closer to her, Link saw the shining tears on her face. The relaxed smile on his face faded, and he pulled one of his gauntlets off suddenly and brushed the tears off her cheeks with gentleness and caution. Zelda shivered from the touch, and her face warmed ever so slightly. She was very aware of their increasing closeness, but she didn't lean away from him.
His face was thoughtful as he gazed at the violet of her eyes, and his fingers lingered on Zelda's face even though the tears were long since gone. They simply stood there, Zelda's heart pounding in her chest and face burning where his hand was placed. "Are you surviving?" He asked softly, expression remaining serious and thoughtful.
She bit her lip, and his eyes fluttered briefly to it. A full out blush was threatening to take over her fair complexion. "I'm doing alright," Zelda muttered simply. "I am so grateful to be treated so well and to be with my father again. But, it is sometimes overwhelming," she admitted. "Especially…" Zelda looked away at a broken pew to their side. "…with princes already fighting for my hand."
Zelda looked back to see an odd expression flicker in Link's eyes, and she blinked with confusion. It was soon masked. "You have only been a princess for a few days," he grumbled with an irritation that surprised Zelda. "That is hardly polite." He took his hand from her face and let it fall to his side in another clink of armor against armor.
"Don't worry for me," Zelda said softly, distracted by the ghost of warmth fading from cheek. "I am fine."
He only grunted in the same irritation. Her knight suddenly took a step back, increasing the distance between them. Zelda shivered at the cold gesture, confused at his sudden disinterest in her. Link avoided her prodding look and glanced around her and spotted the odd stone altar toward the back of the room and an expression of interest overtook the frown. "Are these the carvings you were speaking of a while back?" He walked to the altar and traced the eroded characters with his bare hand. "It is," she confirmed and arrived at his side to look at the carvings in the stone as well.
"Very interesting," he responded, putting his hand against a large indent on the top. "What's this? It almost looks as if something is missing."
She looked at the indent as well, shrugging. "I don't know; it has always been empty."
"There are three others as well," he noticed, pointing out other indents on the sides, also empty. Zelda had to agree that they looked like something was missing, like there was something that belonged in the curves. She had no clue what. "It's very odd," she said. "I never thought much of it."
"Huh," he narrowed his eyes. "Odd indeed. Then again, it is a very old building. It's inevitable for pieces to go missing." He shrugged and turned to Zelda once again. "Well, Zelda," his usual smile pulled on his lips, and she couldn't help but join him. She had missed that smile and the way it lit up his sapphire eyes. "We ought to get you back. It won't take long for everyone to notice the Princess has gone missing, especially since the entire dinner was for you."
"Yeah," she looked away sheepishly. "I guess it was a little unwise of me to leave."
"You're supposed to be the bearer of Wisdom," he teased and nudged her shoulder. Zelda simply glared at him with a smile on her lips. He laughed, then looked her over. "Nice try, but you're too cute to be intimidating. Especially when you're looking so beautiful in your royal gown."
She blinked, surprised. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she cursed her pale complexion for always flaunting her blushes and making them that much more obvious. Link laughed again, then reached forward to pull her necklace from behind the clasps of her shoulder guards and observed it in his fingers. "You're wearing the necklace I got you?"
"I always do," she admitted with a fond smile as she looked down at the rugged sapphire as well.
"I'm glad you like it so well," he placed in gently back against the front of her dress. "Well, let's go. Unless you want to wait until your blush has faded out before you go in public," his teasing grin resurfaced and she flicked a piece of his shaggy blond hair. "Let's just go," she grumbled and marched away, leaving Link laughing behind her.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Sorry if this one took a bit longer to post than usual. For one, it's rather lengthy, and two, I'm starting finals so I've been very busy with school and will be for a few weeks still. But I'm trying to write as much as I can when I have free time! Thank you so much to those of you who have left reviews and suggestions and such. I really appreciate it since I am trying to improve my writing.
How are you guys liking the long chapters? Are they too long? I have a really hard time making them short... hehe... If they're a bit overwhelming though, just let me know. Either way, thank you again for reading and following. Next chapter will have a bit more action since Zelda and Link will be heading off to find these mysterious "stars"... Until next time.
-Ximnah