Chapter

Why we failed one-hundred years ago

Part 3

Dawn of the first day

The early morning rays bathed the castle courtyard in a warm glow, casting long shadows from the towering walls and pillars. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming Sundelions and Snapdragons from the gardens along with the glistening dewdrops of lilies floating in the moats, all intermingling with the irresistible aroma of freshly baked pastries wafting from the town's bakeries. The gentle breeze danced through the courtyard, carrying these delightful scents with it. Zelda couldn't help but smile as she leaned out into the open air of her castle window, feeling the sun's warmth and fresh breeze on her face while the nervous excitement bubbled within her. She knew that today was no ordinary day; it was the beginning of a grand celebration and a rite of passage for both her and the incoming Royal Guardsmen pledges.

As she listened to the ringing of bells heralding the arrival of pilgrims to the city, Zelda felt a mix of joy and nervousness. In just two days, she would celebrate her sixteenth birthday, taking on the mantle of the heir to the sealing power and blessing the new fledglings of the Royal Guard. More specifically, the victor of the final test would be given the highest honor and granted the privilege of serving in her personal guard. It was a day that would change her life forever. On one hand, she dreaded the moment, fearing failure and wishing she could remain a child; never having to worry about the impending Calamity and her key role in stopping it.

And on the other, the young lady within her longed to spread her golden wings like the sigil of her house and take flight, embracing her destiny as the leader she was born to be. She yearned to see the world and prove to everyone that she was more than just a paper princess, and that she truly had what it took to fulfill her duty and save her people like her forebears had done so long ago. However, with all the excitement of the coming jubilee, a swirl of trepidation resounded within her. She couldn't shake the worry that she might not live up to everyone's expectations, that she might be a lesser daughter of greater sires from the stories.

When she was a child, everything had seemed so far away, like a dream. The idea of war had always been abstract, like a distant story only mentioned in legend or happening in some faraway land. Not something that happened in real life, especially not in her world. With Hyrule enjoying many years of peace, the impending doom was hard to imagine. So, while growing up she had tucked away the idea in the back of her mind, but no matter how much she tried to avoid it, the thought of the Calamity always resurfaced, reminding her that time was running out and that one day she will be a child no longer and must face it alone.

As Zelda's thoughts threatened to overwhelm her the joyful chimes of bells rang above the castle grounds setting her at ease. This time they were much closer. The courtyard was abuzz with activity, and even the usually stoic guards wore smiles as they carried out their duties. They took extra care and time to greet her from afar as she walked among them while they loaded crates and moved wagons carrying supplies for the upcoming tourney. From every castle worker to the garden-tending maids, everyone was eagerly preparing for the festivities that would surely bring smiles to all. It was a much-needed reprieve from the ill tidings that had been foretold recently.

Zelda couldn't help but feel grateful for the beautiful day, the company of her friends, and the upcoming celebration before the main inauguration. She cherished the joy and revelry of her people. What filled her with dread, however, was the role she would play in the coming night's sacred ceremonies. All eyes would be upon her, scrutinizing her every step and every syllable of prayer and dictation.

High Priest Gallivan especially would hover over her like a vulture with that beak of his, ensuring she adhered to an impossibly perfect standard. That was the part she could have done without. Yet, it was expected of her.

She knew the true significance of this day. Beyond the smiles, cheers, and shouts from her people, it would be etched in her memory as the day she took her first step toward becoming the savior of Hyrule. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, all the way to her very core.

"Your Majesty! The Queen's brother has arrived!" A guard at her door knocked, interrupting Zelda's daydream, rousing her from any unpleasant thoughts or worries to come. Allowing for her to bask in the happy present instead. He's here! He made it! So soon? The princess perked up from her seat where she sat by the window while she listened to the bustling below. Her uncle's arrival only added to her excitement. He was her favorite after all. The bells and trumpets heralded his return and she rushed towards the sound, feeling the familiar embrace of family. The king saw her bolt by and followed after her. The mood outside was jovial, filled with laughter and joy.

The herald's voice boomed. "All hail he who has journeyed far from the north! Lord of the Eagle's nest and guardian of the mountain pass, Prince Arcturus Zerelius Hyrule!"

The king dismissed the herald beside the pair of statues who were guardsmen.

"I think I'd recognize my wife's brother?" The king guffawed, coming down a small flight of steps that led from the castle into the royal gardens where Arcturus had emerged from a carriage. The princess shortly behind, beaming.

"Well, I'd hope so! Because I can hardly recognize you." Zelda's uncle teased, sending his driver to unload his trunk all the while wearing a mischievous grin aimed at the king "What have you done with my Sister's husband and the king, you usurper!?"

"Enough already!" The king roared a full belly laugh. "Get over here, you dog! Let me get a proper look at you!" Zelda's father clasped her uncle's shoulders in a warm embrace. "I trust you've been well. Good I hope?"

The man was slender and tall, though not quite reaching the king's towering height, he still stood a head above most Hylians. He was adorned in a refined white and blue doublet, embellished with delicate Lofteagle trimmings – a testament to his noble status as the queen's younger sibling. In his early thirties, he sported a neatly trimmed blond mustache, which accentuated his strong, regal features and blue eyes.

His countenance emanated a sincere warmth and happiness, making him a beloved presence amongst the denizens of the kingdom. As a scion of House Hyrule, he stemmed from the most prestigious family of the realm, further solidifying his esteemed position in the royal lineage.

"Wonderful, just wonderful. Cold and wretched in the mountains as always." The queen's brother said wearing a jovial sarcastic smile. He patted the kings' arms from side to side. "Not like the beautiful weather here you both get to enjoy, that's for sure. But, somebody has to guard the old home and keep the Northern Lords in line."

Arcturus grinned, laughter escaping the side of his lips. "My gracious. I can hardly wrap my arms around you, dear brother. Court life here in the capital must be very nice to you... or very stressful."

The king exhaled with a hint of exasperation, furrowing his brow as he carefully whispered to her uncle, ensuring Zelda wouldn't overhear. The princess was preoccupied, directing his entourage and servants with her uncle's belongings, oblivious to their conversation. "It's been rather taxing," the king confided, "I'm besieged by requests from every lord from Hera to Hateno. I find myself submerged in a sea of parchments, each one clamoring for the opportunity to win my daughter's hand, especially now that the ceremony is nigh. By the end of tomorrow's twilight, my little girl will be a lady of the realm, with all the responsibilities that entails."

"I can see how that could be quite the annoyance."

The king continued, venting his frustrations. "Can't these lords comprehend that we stand on the eve of war against the most formidable adversary we've ever faced? And yet, they obsess over marriage proposals. She is only yet to be sixteen."

"Well, if I recall, my sister was only seventeen when she married you?" Zelda's uncle began with a sigh.

"That is beside the point, things were different then. Zerudia and I were in love."

"We're you really?" Arcturus grinned with a lean. "At the wise, ripe age of seventeen?"

The king raised his dismissive brows and continued as if he didn't hear. "And I fought for her hand and served your father for many, many years. But, my poor Zelda Araleia has been thrusted with so much burden, more so than ever her mother was given. Soon, everything will rest on her shoulders. She hasn't the time for the attention of men who would want to win her hand. And the worse of it all they know it. For most it isn't for her they want, but my crown."

Arcturus added. "Well, Ambition knows no bounds, my King," He continued to reply sagely. "But, who could blame them? A once in a lifetime opportunity to become king, give up their family name like you did and have the distinct honor of marrying your daughter. With each passing day, she blossoms, resembling her mother more and more. My sister was quite the jewel of the kingdom. All said as such."

"Did you say something, Uncle?" Zelda inquired, catching the tail end of their conversation as she finished coordinating the servants.

"Why, yes," he responded, turning the mood jovial. "I was just remarking to your father how much you remind me of my dear late sister. The resemblance is so uncanny that it's becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish between you two when she was your age. I have no doubt that your mother's spirit lives on through you, my sweet niece."

"Aw, Thank you, Uncle." The princess replied humbly. "I do wish to honor her memory well these next three days and that she will be proud of me."

"I have no doubt she will."

Zelda smiled a quiet laugh. "Father says the same as you. Although, I recall her being far more beautiful than I could ever be. She was like an angel, at least...in my memory." She finished softly, relishing in the recollection of her mother.

The king interjected, "She is an angel dear."

"Yes," Zelda agreed softly.

Arcturus chuckled, infusing the atmosphere with lightheartedness before her passing memory would fade to sadness. "As for you, my brother, I'm not quite as certain..." He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What are you insinuating?" The king demanded, feigning offense, hands crossed over his chest.

"Forgive me for saying this," Zelda's uncle couldn't resist the jest, turning to her with a grin, "Sweet Niece, ever since your father ascended the throne, it seems he's grown rather... rotund about the waist! What happened to fierce fit warrior I once knew? It seems he traded his fiery auburn hair for a white beard too." He chuckled and leaned into her ear. "Gracious me, what have you been feeding him, my dear?"

"Not me, Uncle! It's the castle kitchens!" Zelda snorted a laugh, smiling in kind as they began to walk in lockstep through the gardens, her father in tow.

"Ah, of course, the ever-elusive culprits! How could they?" Her uncle responded, squeezing her shoulder in a half-embrace before leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially, "You'd best keep an eye on them, or we might need a wheelhouse to transport your father to the ceremony!"

"I heard that!" the king chortled, "It's all muscle, I assure you. That, and mayhaps a bit of bad tailoring! I promise you I can still out arm any man in the kingdom," he defended, raising a large fist.

"I bet you can," Her uncle said to him, winking at Zelda not before addressing the king again. "I trust you've apprehended the man behind this grievous affront! To attire His Royal Highness in such unflattering garments is an unspeakable offense!"

"Have you had your fill?" The king said, his burly fists gripping his belt.

"For the moment, dear brother!" he spun, letting loose of his niece.

"Do you realize I could have you arrested for insulting your king?"

"Indeed, but then who would watch over those northern vultures for you and maintain peace between the Riverlords and Mountain men? You know they have just as much in common between them as Zora do Gorons."

"Then I guess it would be quite the problem if you were busy in the dungeons here, wouldn't it?" the king said, glancing at him stern.

"Indeed." Zelda's uncle laughed before forcing the king to bellow a chuckle of his own.

Zelda couldn't help but join in their laughter, reveling in the warmth and joy her uncle's presence brought. "Tell me, how fare the Ironside hills?" she chirped. Those were his lands, and they weren't really hills at all. A secluded mountain range in fact. Royal territory outside the purview of any of the three fiefdoms of the north, Bountiful, Stonelands, or the Marshlands.

"Ah, the usual disputes over this plot of land or that tree... I dread every time we get just an inkling of skyfall."

"Why is that?" The princess blinked curiously, carrying his inlay leather satchel.

"Because it would seem the goddess is punishing me for some crime that I have no idea I committed. Every time a little puddle or stream appears from the rain out from the woodwork every lord great or small all of a sudden wants to convene a witan to draw up new borderlines of who's land is whose. You know, the typical squabbles." Her Uncle said, cleaning off a shiny red apple with his satin sleeve before taking a juicy munch.

As they caught up on the latest news from the Ironside Hills, Zelda felt a mixture of nerves and excitement for the upcoming ceremony. She was to take on the mantle of heir apparent to the goddess and become the kingdom's protector against the impending threat of Calamity Ganon.

"Oh, and I have a surprise for you, my dear!" her uncle said, piquing her interest.

"A surprise?" Zelda said, leaning with a brow raised.

"Yes, a present! You'll love it when you see it!" Her uncle's gift only added to her anticipation.

"Oh, Uncle, you didn't have to do that. You coming here after so many years is gift enough," she said gratefully.

"Well, I insist. It isn't every day when a princess becomes heir apparent to the goddess, now is it?" he replied, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

Curiosity piqued, Zelda looked about, the carriage had long left, and they were still in the courtyard, trotting along the cobblestone path near the gardens. Confused she asked, "So... Where is this gift, Uncle?"

"Oh, it isn't with me. Much too large for that," he replied with a chuckle. "But don't you fret, I promise it will be worth the wait when it does arrive for you on Ascension Day."

Zelda couldn't wait to see what her uncle had in store for her. She felt grateful for his presence for these special few days and knew that his playful nature would keep the celebration lively and entertaining.

As the morning progressed, preparations for the ceremony were well underway. The castle grounds were adorned with banners of the royal crest, and court musicians piled onto the garden grass to practice their pieces. With every passing hour, more nobility and foreign dignitaries entered through the gates, greeted by music and there they offered their support to Hyrule's crown and went forth throughout the capital, to also prepare their people for the coming three days. The air was filled with anticipation and excitement. Zelda had left her uncle in the company of her father and it was time for her to prepare herself for the coming day in her quarters.

Simultaneously, elsewhere in the capital, the early sun's warm embrace cast a vibrant, golden hue over the city, and the commoner district stirred with excitement and anticipation. Today marked the beginning of Hyrule's grandest festival, a three-day celebration filled with joy and wonder. From far and wide, merchants, pilgrims, and those simply wishing to bask in the festivities flocked through the city gates, filling the town to the brim with a palpable energy.

The Narrow Docks, nestled in the heart of the commoner district, hummed with activity. Fishermen, tradesmen, and merchants relied on the intricate network of rivers flowing into Hyrule Castle Town to ferry goods throughout the realm. The waterways connected to larger rivers and eventually led to the sea, making the Narrow Docks an essential lifeline for the kingdom's commerce.

The air was alive with the scent of flowing rivers and the fresh mist carried on gentle breezes that danced through the marketplace. The cawing of birds and gulls filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic creaking of docked boats and the gentle lapping of water against the shore. The sounds of merchants haggling over prices and the laughter of children at play melded together to create a symphony of life and celebration. Their parents awaiting eagerly nearby as they finished their errands.

Link, disguised as a Royal Guardsman alongside the veteran Finn was voluntold to aid him in today's preparations. Together, they navigated the lively scene, weaving through throngs of people as they sought out a particular merchant selling wares Finn needed for the upcoming trials and ceremony.

Finn turned to Link and said, "Stay close, my young fledgling. This place is a maze, and it's easy to get lost in all the excitement. We only have to make a simple detour before we can head to the castle. I promise I'll have you back in plenty of time for the preliminary trials."

Link nodded, his eyes taking in the vivid colors of the market, where merchants displayed their wares with pride. As they wandered through the lively marketplace, the tantalizing aromas of street food enticed their senses. Colorful stalls and makeshift stands offered a smorgasbord of delectable treats, each adding a distinct flavor to the festive atmosphere.

Sizzling on hot griddles and skewers, spiced meats released mouthwatering scents into the air. Tender cuts of dove, beef, and fish, marinated in an assortment of spices, were grilled to perfection, and served with a generous drizzle of flavorful sauces. Each cuisine uniquely distinct to the region of the kingdom where their preparer hailed from. Most notably to Link's liking the smoky fragrance of bacon wrapped sausages wafted through the crowd, almost enticing him to stop and savor the delicacy.

"Just look at this place, the Narrow Docks have never been more alive! There's a certain magic in the air today, don't you think?" Nudged Finn as they marched along streets that met the wooden planks of the port docks. Link only nodded, still consumed by all the buzzing around him. He's never seen the capital so full of people. It was almost to bursting.

Finn added. "Remember, today is about more than just the celebration. It's a test of your mettle at the first trial, and dedication to our kingdom and our people. Stay focused, and you'll make a fine Guardsman."

Yes-sir." Link replied.

"And keep up. Don't make eye contact with anyone. Once one of these hagglers has you in his sights it could be hours before he will let you go without closing up shop." Finn remarked sternly. Link marveled at the speed with which Finn moved, despite his chronic, war-inflicted leg injury. His gait was somewhat peculiar, almost resembling a peg-legged stride, though both his feet were intact. The source of the pain from what he was told lay in the nerves of his knees and shins, a lingering reminder of the battles he had faced back during the Rivercross rebellion.

The bustling marketplace of Hyrule Castle Town also showcased a diverse array of merchants, each hailing from various corners of the kingdom, proudly presenting their unique wares.

First he saw the towering, sun-kissed-skinned Gerudo women, dressed in their vibrant silks adorned with golden jewelry, displayed an impressive selection of desert goods. Intricately woven carpets and tapestries, bearing the beautiful patterns of their homeland, hung alongside exotic spices and dried fruits, packed in colorful pouches that promised a taste of the desert's sun and warmth.

Nearby, the powerful and robust Gorons alongside men from the Stonelands displayed an array of precious stones and jewelry, glittering in the sunlight. Their skilled hands had expertly crafted magnificent rings, necklaces, and bracelets from the finest gems found within the depths of their volcanic mountains. The Goron merchants also offered weapons and tools forged from their signature metalwork, each piece reflecting the strength and craftsmanship of their people.

The elegant Zora, with their shimmering scales and graceful movements, showcased a variety of ointments, creams, and healing potions. Made from rare aquatic plants and minerals found in their watery domain, these products were renowned for their soothing and restorative properties. Shimmering vials and jars lined their stalls, enticing passersby with the promise of rejuvenation and well-being.

Fishermen from Lurelin Village displayed their day's catch, offering a plethora of fresh fish brimming over in wooden barrels ferried from the south. From the smallest, most delicate silver-scaled fish to the largest, most robust deep-sea dwellers, their offerings represented the bountiful harvest of Hyrule's coastal waters. The salty scent of the sea permeated the air around their stall, transporting customers to the gentle waves of the ocean shores.

The vibrant marketplace of Hyrule Castle Town served as a melting pot of cultures and traditions, as merchants from every corner of the kingdom gathered especially on this day to share their unique goods and skills. As they continued through the bustling dock, the cacophony of haggling merchants and boisterous laughter surrounded them. Each stall was a testament to the richness of cultures that resided in Hyrule, and the festival atmosphere was further enhanced by the harmonious blend of commerce and entertainment.

Finally, they arrived at a small shop displaying an array of potions and other strange oddities in delicate glass vials. This was to be their destination.

A Hylian man from under a covered canopy rushed out to greet them. A slender wiry middle aged man who peculiarly also sported a pot belly. He had a small unkempt beard at the sides of his cheeks accompanied by a queer smile with a distracting gold tooth among his array of teeth. Truly a common man and salesman. As he approached Link's commander he didn't pay to much attention to their exchange.

Finn called out to the merchant. "Hello Morshu, you have what I came for? I've been expecting it." He said swiftly, dispensing with pleasantries and getting straight to the point.

"Why yes, of course, It's right here. Swell morning, isn't it?" The man said, clasping his hands together and rubbing them eagerly to make a profit.

"Ah yes..." Finn dismissed the small talk and continued. "Well, we're in a hurry, so if you don't mind, please fetch me the supplies I ordered special and we'll be out of your hair. I have a busy day ahead of me and I don't have time to squawk here down by the fish with you."

When the man revealed the wrapped-up items in a red silk cloth they continued to haggle price back and forth . All the while Link paid no mind. Whatever business Finn had he could handle well enough on his own. Besides even if he wanted to he was distracted. He couldn't help but be captivated by the magnificent sight mere feet away from them at the docks. Tied to one of the main piers was an opulent ship.

The grand vessel stretched out over the water, its elegant curves and ornate design announcing almost a regal purpose. It was no mere boat and whoever was the owner spared no expense. This ship had to been made to befit royalty or nobility, he guessed. With gleaming gold trimmings and intricate carvings adorning the hull, showcasing scenes of Hyrule's rich history and legendary figures. One as such was a carved eagle's beak at the bow with gold talons at the rear and paintings of abstract feathers on the front of its sides to act as wings over the waters. The barge's sail was a brilliant white, emblazoned with the royal crest of the kingdom.

Link had never before laid eyes on such a grand ship, and he could hardly contain his awe and fascination. He imagined what it would be like to walk its polished wooden decks, feel the craftsmanship beneath his feet, and explore the lavish, well-appointed cabins below. More than that, a means to adventure the world.

From their vantage point near the merchant stand, Link and Finn could observe the ship's crew making final preparations for its maiden voyage. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as the townspeople caught glimpses of the splendid ship, whispering excitedly about it's impending purpose that was up until now a mystery to Link. The grand pleasure boat seemed to embody a sense of adventure and the promise of unforgettable experiences, making Link almost yearn to be a part of such a momentous expedition. Though he knew his place would never allow him to do so. But the spectacle alone was enough.

"Sir Finn, what is that large ship there?" Popped the question from the young fledgling. He just had to know.

"Oh, you don't know?" Finn replied, pulling away from his bartering and selling with the salesman. "That my lad is to be the Princess's own pleasure barge. It's a gift to her to commemorate her ascension. She is to venture the entire kingdom afterwards upstream the river and visit those who couldn't make the pilgrimage here. Even go so far as all the northern territories of the land and even to the open sea."

"The princess, huh..." Link whispered under his breath to himself. "She must be truly something special."

The merchant added. "Yes, exactly right! This vessel was built to allow the princess to embark on a grand tour of the entire kingdom once she becomes heir to the goddess. Oh and what comfort and luxury she will sail with if the winds are kind."

"But I'm amazed they could have completed the build so soon," Finn said, cupping his chin, also to gander at the massive ship. "Just a week or so ago, it was hardly half done. That was fast."

"Well, we're pretty quick here down by the narrow docks!" Morshu remarked jovially, attempting to slyly switch a counterweight to the scales he had for his weights and measures. All in hopes of increasing the price of the sale when Finn turned back around.

"Not quick enough...I'm afraid," Finn responded icily, instantly catching the deception as if he possessed a sixth sense. He gripped the man's wrist tightly, forcing him to drop the trick weight on the table and twisted his arm, making the man kneel and whimper in pain.

Link was astonished at how swiftly Finn, a man in his later years in service to the guard could've so easily apprehended the man who tried to swindle him. He had been too captivated to notice himself by the sight of the magnificent ship anchored at the main dock, its decks bustling with activity. Yet, Finn saw.

The man yelped, "Forgive me, my good sir, you wouldn't break the wrist of a flute player before his big debut...would you?" he coughed.

"Really, now? Since when?"

"Honest to the goddess, I swear. Ask Nazem, my nephew; he'll tell you. Please, I'm to play tonight at the Giggling Pony pavilion. Perhaps, if I'm good enough, even for Her Majesty later on during the festival... Please...spare me. I beg you."

Finn released his grip, pushing him away, and said, "Very well, but don't let me catch you again, understand?"

"Y-yes, sir, apologies. It won't happen I promise."

"And here I thought we were friends; how long have we've been doing business?" Finn remarked, wearing a gotcha' grin.

"We are, Sir..."

"If we're old pals then I'd hate to see what you do to your enemies..."

"Forgive me. It'll be like it never happened." The man bowed and was about to turn away.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Finn, his eyes still icy.

"Hmm?" The man blinked, appearing confused.

"My wares..." Finn leaned on the display stand, fists planted firmly, while Link watched over his shoulder, waiting to see what would happen next. Would Finn punish the man, or would he truly let him go? In a moment, he would find out. "And I trust we can skip the payment for today. Call it a favor from me to you to forget this whole ordeal, alright?"

"Y—yes, sir, of course !" The man bowed humbly and fetched the prized goods, handing them over for free. "Now, this one is made special from Madame Moon herself. She made it very clear to me to tell you that it is only effective if drunk within the week—"

"-Yes, yes, I know, just give it here already." Finn said agitatedly, almost as if he didn't want Link to know what he had.

Finn swiftly and nonchalantly stashed them away under his cloak. Link caught only a fleeting glimpse of a vial containing a peculiar brew of some kind. He wondered why this would be important now, and on this day of all days. Unbeknownst to Link, this potion could play a crucial role in the next three days. Perhaps, even the trials themselves. After all, Finn was privy to all the tests that were to be had for the pledges.

"Come, we're going." The veteran warrior nudged, turning back toward the road. "Onward to the castle lad."

Link nodded and followed suit behind him, weaving in and out of crowds leaving the docks. They would be at the castle in no time.

As the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, Zelda had returned to her wing of the castle, bathed, savored a sumptuous breakfast, and now donned an exquisite dress. This breathtaking garment was the result of her maids' tireless dedication and skilled craftsmanship. In fact, there would be four such dresses in total, each boasting a distinct color and style to be worn on a separate day, symbolizing a unique virtue to be bestowed upon her. The culmination of these virtues would be represented in a final dress, embodying their harmonious unification and a symbol to the realm that all would be well in her hands.

This particular morning, Zelda's ladies in waiting had requested her to try on the most resplendent of them all - the pristine white dress. The other three dresses, the scarlett fire, the blue waterdrop, and the green leaf forest, equally stunning but patiently awaiting their turn, would have to bide their time for now. As Zelda moved gracefully in her radiant attire, the anticipation and excitement for the coming jubilee ahead swelled within her.

"You look absolutely stunning, Little Bird," Urbosa remarked warmly, her eyes twinkling with admiration. "These next three days will create memories that will last a lifetime."

"I hope you're right..." Zelda whispered as she watched herself in the mirror.

"You'll do great, just you wait and see. When the time comes something inside you will just awaken, just like it did with your mother. May her memory forgive me but I think it could be possible that you wear that dress better than she did. From what I can remember."

Zelda managed a grateful smile in return, but her excitement for the news from her friends outweighed her desire to bask in the beauty of the dress. The ambassador from Hytopia had just departed, and the two Sheikah leaders, Impa and Purah, had returned from a long journey up north. They brought with them an astounding discovery—the Sheikah Slate. Zelda's curiosity soared as she cradled the powerful artifact in her hands, marveling at its potential.

"Princess, this device has the power to reshape our world," Purah explained, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "It may even prove instrumental in our fight against Calamity Ganon. I believe what we've discovered so far is but a drop of water from Lake Hylia compared to what else awaits us."

Zelda sighed wistfully. "I sure hope my father really does grant me leave of the city after the festival. You mentioned that the new fledglings who conquer the trials will become Guardsmen in just three days. If I am to have a royal guard with me at all times, surely he will let me venture beyond these walls if they come along. Won't he? I mean, surely the massive barge I'll have will do fine for the voyage north and can transport all of us."

Urbosa just listened and cupped her chin as the others stewed too.

Zelda continued her desires. "Oh, how I long to see the ancient ruins of the Stonelands with my own eyes. To be able to find discoveries of my own. I mean, what difference is it venturing off the boat for a little while for some mountain views?" Zelda said, feigning nonchalance at the idea. "That shouldn't be too far out of the question."

Impa placed a reassuring hand on Zelda's shoulder. "I will speak with the king on your behalf. I'll ensure him that not only will you have your own guards, but I'll be by your side as well." Impa grinned, brandishing her partially unsheathed blade with pride.

Purah teased, "Oh, I bet they're just quaking in their boots now! Behold, Impa the fearsome warrior has arrived. She'll vanquish those Yiga savages singlehandedly!"

Impa's eyes narrowed as the laughter from her sister died down. "Pay her no mind, Princess. She's just upset that when we go, Robbie will be joining us as well."

"Robbie is coming too? That would be splendid!" Zelda perked up. "It's been ages since I've seen him. He's quite the—"

"—Quite the character, you mean!" Purah interjected, rolling her eyes. "Him and his outlandish ideas. Sheesh! Don't get me started."

Zelda defended him gently, "He may be eccentric, but I find that aspect of him rather charming. Don't you agree?"

Purah hopped off a ledge of furniture near the royal bath fountain and shrugged dismissively. Zelda continued, "A brilliant mind often comes with a touch of quirkiness, I believe."

Purah nudged Zelda playfully, "You're quite quirky yourself, Princess, if I may say so."

Zelda smiled and insisted, "I'm serious. You and Robbie would make quite—"

"Don't even say it," Purah interjected, cutting her off.

"But I—"

"Not another—"

As the conversation unfolded, the Sheikah Slate suddenly illuminated blue in Zelda's hands, distracting her from her words. She nearly forgot she still held onto it. For being stone made ins strength it was light as a purse. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spun around to show her friends. "What do you suppose it's doing?"

Impa, Purah, and Urbosa leaned in to observe the device. Purah spoke first, puzzled. "I have no idea. That's strange; I thought we shut it down earlier."

In her exhilaration, surrounded by her friends and the mysteries of the Sheikah Slate, Zelda inadvertently caught her exquisite gown on a piece of furniture and it was too late. A gasp filled the room at the sound of the delicate fabric stretching. Her dress which painstakingly handcrafted by her devoted maids, now sported a three-inch tear. The maids' hearts sank at the sight of their labor of love damaged in an instant, their faces etched with distress. The gown would need immediate mending.

Zelda's heart ached at the sight of their disappointment, and she nearly fell to her knees. "Oh no, I'm so sorry," she murmured, her voice heavy with regret.

Urbosa stepped forward, her warm voice reassuring both Zelda and the maids. "Fear not, Little Bird. Accidents happen. Your talented ladies will have your gown mended in no time, and you'll be as stunning as ever."

As Zelda's friends rallied around her, offering support and understanding, she felt a renewed sense of gratitude for their presence. Their camaraderie and the promise of future discoveries with the Sheikah Slate filled her with determination to make the most of the upcoming festival and the adventures that lay beyond.

But, with no time to repair the delicate fabric while she stood, she reluctantly changed back into her usual princess attire. The softness of her adventuring clothes rustled gently as she moved into it, and the warm sunlight filtered through the windows of the pool, casting a golden glow on the ripples of the water. After she did so, another messenger arrived at her door, summoning her to the front of the castle. Zelda donned her royal cloak.

"Princess, a pair of soldiers are here to escort you to the bailey where they are handling the crowning gift for your ascension," the messenger informed her.

"Oh, yeah, I nearly forgot. Well, I'm sure glad I changed. There was no way I was going to venture out and about wearing the ceremonial dress. Especially, not into the city either."

"The city?" Urbosa remarked suspiciously.

"Shh, my father doesn't know." The princess said, a finger up to her lips all the while wearing a smirk.

"Gee, I don't know princess," chimed Impa. "Today is quite important for you to get lost. And if something were to happen—"

"-It'll be fine. And besides, I'll have my guards."

"Do they know what you're planning?" Urbosa leaned.

"No, but they will..." Zelda blinked and made a gesture of praying with her clasped hands. "Please?"

"Okay then, little bird but don't be late returning. I'll see what we can do here to distract the dignitaries and your father of your absence."

"Thank you! You're the best." Zelda said, hugging the three of them before spinning back to face the messenger. "Oh, and you sir, please see to it if you can have that crate there taken below to the courtyard near the postern gate," the princess added, pointing the well adorned trunk the ambassador of Hytopia laid at her feet minutes earlier.

"What are you planning on doing?" Impa asked.

"Well, like I said there's no need for me to have such lavish garments when so many others are in need of them. They will far better serve my people than they could ever do me."

"You truly are a sweet girl, princess. Your mother would be proud of the young lady you've become."

Zelda smiled and with that made her way down to the entrance of the castle below.

When Zelda arrived at the front of the castle, she found a young soldier waiting for her, dressed in a royal guardsman uniform. His face was hidden beneath the helm, adding an air of mystery to his demeanor. The commander beside him approached Zelda along with the young soldier, speaking first.

"Good morning, Your Highness, I am—"

"I know who you are, Sir Finn. I've seen you around the castle since I was a little girl," she said, smiling. "Though, I must confess I haven't seen you before with this soldier. He is not your usual apprentice." Zelda leaned, eyeing the mystery soldier from head to boot.

"No, he isn't, you're perceptive, Your Highness."

"Well, somebody has to be." She beamed back.

"He will be filling in for my Underwing for today. Mine is currently ill, and this young man is eager. He has proven himself quite well among the lower ranks of the Guard and will serve capably today for the task at hand." Finn's eyes darted to the side, as if he were trying to hide a secret. It was as if he was late for a meeting but was afraid to mention what or where.

Zelda noticed Finn's behavior and furrowed her brow, though still a sweetness in her voice. "Finn, is there something else going on? You seem a bit...distracted."

"Oh, everything is fine." Finn hesitated for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching, as if he was fighting the urge to reveal something. "Ah, Your Highness, it's just... some unexpected issues have arisen within the castle that require my attention. Nothing to worry about, I assure you."

Zelda sensed the unease in Finn's voice but decided to let the matter rest. "Very well, Finn. I trust that you'll take care of whatever it is."

Finn then turned to Zelda, "Princess, I apologize for the short notice of absence today, but I must attend to an urgent matter that has come to mind. This young soldier here will lead you to Castle Gates and unload the crowning gift of this week's ceremony," he said, gesturing to the mysterious guardsman.

Link, although perplexed by Finn's sudden departure, sensed that something was off. He watched as Finn hastily retreated, leaving him alone with the princess. The curiosity within him grew, but he knew that he had a job to do, and he would focus on ensuring Zelda's safety for now.

Zelda couldn't help but guess why he left so suddenly. "Well, I wonder what had him in such a hurry? A lady who works the grounds perhaps?"

Link remained a statue until she eventually shrugged it off and turned to face him.

"Well, let's get going, shall we?" she beamed at him.

As they walked together through the castle's grand corridors, their footsteps echoing on the marble floors, Zelda couldn't help but be intrigued by the soldier's silence. They were on their way to the other entrance of the Castle grounds. Is he going to say something or just walk along mute like an Iron knuckle all day? Gee, I hope not, this will get boring fast. Zelda glance up at him trying to spur delightful conversation, but his face was half covered by a royal soldier helm, so no avail. Ugh, I guess it's going to have to be me.

"You know, you don't have to be so quiet," she teased, trying to break the ice, her voice a mix of warmth and curiosity.

The young soldier hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Apologies, Your Highness. I'm just... focused on my duty, I suppose."

Zelda smiled and chuckled softly, the sound like a melodious chime in the air. "C'mon, relax. Your commander is gone. And besides, you really think that disguise is clever?"

How can she know, Link thought, feeling his heart race. This disguise is perfect!

Zelda giggled. "It's alright, don't worry. I'm not here to tattle on you. So as long as... You don't tattle on me?

"Tattle?" Link asked, his eyes widening beneath the helm.

"Yes! I'm trying to get out of here, or haven't you noticed? I have some personal things I'd like to see done myself and I'm in need of an escort who won't tell my father or anyone else. And you look just like the sort of man that can help me on this sort of quest. Are you up for it? I promise, if you do so, I will make it worth your while." Zelda's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to Link, her fingers playfully tapping on the hilt of his sword.

"Uh, I, um..." Link stammered, feeling the warmth of her presence and the sweet scent of her perfume. He's never tasted the enticing scent of a young lady so up close before. It was unlike anything he could have imagined, being raised a commoner and all. Girls from where he lived didn't have the luxury of fragrant oils and pampered hair. Link quite enjoyed this encounter so far.

Her lingering air around him was divine. In fact, the only time he's ever been around the pleasing aroma of perfume was when he lived back in Zora's Domain. There many years ago he met another princess, one he grew quite fond of as a child. But it's been quite some time since then. And this girl was different.

The princess softly bumped his elbow, awaking him from his daydream. "Please... I will keep your secret," Zelda promised, her voice soft and persuasive.

"M-my secret?" Link's heart pounded in his chest.

"Yes, you know what I'm talking about," she said, stepping behind him, wearing a mischievous grin.

"I—I do?" Link said nonchalantly, feigning ignorance all the while his nerves betraying him.

"C'mon, you know what I'm talking about!" Zelda insisted, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Link took a deep breath, steadying himself. "No, honest. I'm just a soldier."

"Sure, if you say so." Zelda's small laughter filled the air once more. "Look, I appreciate your dedication to your duty, truly, but it would do you better to at least take that bucket off your head once we're clear of here so I can get a better look at who this imposter soldier is that I will be spending my morning with."

"But, I am not an imposter, I am a soldier. I'm just not a Guards—"

"—Aha! So I'm right," Zelda giggled again. "Oh, c'mon take that bucket off already! It's okay, you're with me! I promise I won't bite."

"Umm, I...I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I can't do that." Link reaffirmed himself, standing up straight and firm. Trying to find any logical excuse he could, though he knew they all fell flat. But it was worth the try. "A soldier must always be ready for duty and that means, battle."

"A battle? Really? Here in the city? On this day of all days? Good Goddess, do tell...I didn't know we were at war already?" Zelda teased, her eyes twinkling with delight.

"Well, you never know," Link replied, trying to maintain his composure.

Zelda playfully nudged his arm. "Oh, c'mon, you don't expect me to really believe that silly excuse. I know what it is you fear. You don't want anyone to see you-because you're not a Royal Guardsman. I can always tell. There's only so many of them roaming the castle grounds and after you've been locked away in here day after day like I've been, you start to memorize their faces and their demeanors. Besides, there's only a few hundred remaining in all the realm in fact.

Link gulped at her summation.

"But, I don't care about any of that, you seem gentle enough and if you were some villain I'd be taken in by now so I know you're intentions are pure. But, What I can't guess is, why the deception? So, why don't you just remove your helmet already?

Link paused and held firm.

Zelda stepped lightly toward him and playfully bit her lip. "You know, I am the princess? I could just command you to remove your helm right now."

Link gulped as her breathing became closer toward him. "Or better yet, I can call the guards and have them throw you into the dungeon this very instant for disobeying your sovereign's orders. Would you prefer that?"

"Please don't." Link's voice wavered. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, so now you presume to know what I would or would not do now, eh? I see...Hmmm, and why shouldn't I?" Zelda raised an eyebrow, her voice lilting with amusement.

"Because I'm—Okay, okay, I would rather if you not, my liege, but if it is your command, I will obey and take off my helm." Link knelt down in a worry but before he could remove his garb, Zelda giggled.

"Rise! I'm only kidding. What sort of girl do you think I am?"

Link lifted his head slowly. "Um, a princess?"

"Well, that is true, but I would never force you to do something against your will. I'm not fond of tyrants, petty or otherwise. Please, it's fine that you wear if you so insist and you don't have to reveal yourself. I don't want you upset, especially if we are to be friends now," Zelda shook her head, still wearing a grin.

"F-friends?"

"Well, of course, what else would you call two people keeping each other's secrets?"

Link blinked under his helm and Zelda whispered to herself out of earshot from him. "Though you do sound kind of cute when you're upset..."

"What did you say?" Link asked, his cheeks flushing beneath the helmet. Unsure if he heard what she said.

"Nothing, never mind!" Zelda waved her hand dismissively, but her eyes held a teasing glint.

Link looked at her, confused, as he rearranged his helmet to a snug fit. The visor covered half of his face, and all she could see was the outline of his attractive chin. She knew he had to be handsome by his voice and the way he carried himself. And even though he had some light armor on, many parts revealed the shape of his body under the soft fabric or the parts that had none at all.

In fact, the only metallic plates he had were his breastplate, grieves, pauldrons and elbow guards. The rest were all tightly fit garb which hugged him nicely. But what intrigued her most of all was that he had a quiet confidence about him, a commanding stride though he still behaved humbly. The mystery of who he was made it all the more exciting.

The princess reiterated with a sparkle in her eye. "You don't need to worry yourself and take it off if it frightens you that much."

"Thank you, Your Grace," Link bowed.

"But, so long as that silliness stops this instant. That I do decree," Zelda smiled, her playful nature shining through. "There's no need to be so formal," she said, gently helping him back up to stand. "We're simply fetching a gift out by the castle gate, after all, and doing some other things."

"Other things?"

"Yeah, you will see! Patience my fierce protector." Zelda stepped forward and clasped her hands together, all the while still wearing that mischievous grin. Link's heart drummed. "So, tell me, what's your name? That you can at least do me a kindness." They began to waltz in a walk toward the loading bays of the courtyard.

The soldier hesitated, unsure if the truth would be best even if she was being playful. Zelda leaned in closer and fluttered her eyes, and he took the opportunity to swiftly reply with a hint of humor, "My name is... um, Sir Helmsworth, Your Highness. That's it, Sir Helmsworth."

"Uh, huh?" Zelda couldn't help but giggle at the obviously made-up name. "Sir Helmsworth? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sir."

As they walked, she couldn't help her gaze from roaming to gander Link's well-toned arms that shone through the royal guardsman tunic, appreciating his strong posture. She felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks as she realized that she was quite attracted to this young, mysterious soldier. The first time ever for a boy now that she was getting older. She couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath that helmet even more. But, a deal was a deal, so no unmasking.

Link, on the other hand, found himself captivated by Zelda's vibrant eyes and the way her laughter filled the air when he made small japes to make her laugh when he loaded up their carriage for departure. He was normally shy around girls, but he quickly found himself filled with courage. Perhaps, it was the helm that did the trick. Whatever the charm was, he was grateful for it.

It was difficult for him to focus on his duty, as his mind kept wandering to the thought of what it would be like to know this enchanting princess on a more personal level. Their instant, yet simple anonymous connection between them was undeniable, and he hoped that, perhaps, after today they would have the chance to explore it further.

Authors notes: Hello everyone, I sure hope you do enjoy this one. Much more to come, but it will be after a short hiatus( I need to play tears of the kingdom and I'm sure you all do too) But, don't worry, the story WILL be completed and I should return before June. Please, do me a huge favor if you enjoy my work, please leave a comment, it helps me tremendously to get exposure for the fic now that its numbers have reset. Thank you so much, and as always, stay well wherever you are in Hyrule and until we meet again on our travels- Sir Link