The Legend of Zelda and the Last Knight

by Skycloudrain

Calamity Ganon has been defeated. All is well in Hyrule and it would seem that Link and Zelda's troubles are finally over. However, not all is as it seems. With the Kingdom being left so long without a monarch, will all of Hyrule again unite under one banner? With new enemies, political turmoil and romantic tension, things are poised to get in the way of the celebrations.

50. Chapter 42 A dance of doom

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Chapter 42

A Dance of Doom

A unified cheer erupted from everyone as they raised their mugs and cheered one another on. Only Taleran could compete with Mister Mattock in a contest of who could shout loudest when the barrel-chested man led them in a toast. "Hear, hear! To the Tournament of Roses and our new queen-to-be! For she is the one!"

Even Simon paraded around the table with a pep in his step and with a pleased smile of his own he congratulated others to his left and right. The sentiment of excitement for the coming celebration seemed unanimous among those gathered. Soldiers hurrahed at their tables as the musicians strummed their songs.

One of them, however, did not applaud and sat curiously silently amid them. Kelcifer. He, on the other hand, puffed his pipe quietly and took account of everyone who was cheering. Through the warm orange glow of his pipe the wizard watched and wasn't as easily fooled as the others. He even cared enough to notice the princess' happy disposition faded to sorrow the instant she realized everyone had turned away from her response.

The wizard slammed his goblet down, arousing everyone's attention, and he took the floor to speak on her behalf, interrupting their bumbling revelry. The table quieted one by one, though the soldiers further off still paid it no mind and continued their fun below the dais.

"In light of that, my good Sir Mattock, there are some months before then and up until then. I think it would be wiser for everyone to focus on the here and now and call the kingdom to order than to boast about festivities that are yet to happen."

He puffed again from the side of his lips and exhaled a plume of gray smoke. "It is exciting to speculate on such things, but a lot can change from now until that time, and Her Highness may need to delay the coming celebration—or for that matter, wait until a later date for when a more opportune moment may present itself. In which things could resume better and usher itself to be truer unto her divine wisdom."

Everyone paused and listened. Zelda's head also lifted from her sulk, stunned to hear the solemn wizard speak his mind. She had half expected anyone else other than him to speak up on her behalf. Perhaps, Impa would have or maybe Purah, but they too were numb to her feelings on this matter. That or they thought better to remain silent for the time being.

In fact, Impa even seemed to have been happy to arrange the whole ordeal with the others. So, why this man of all people? She thought. She waited and didn't want to interrupt, chewing her lip in anticipation to hear his thoughts on the matter. What could he possibly mean?

Mister Mattock grumbled up a hearty chuckle and spoke. "Delay the wedding? Are you mad? Come now, wizard. Even you must appreciate the significance of such a coronation?" He said, continuing to laugh it off, shortly before draining his mug to speak again. "And the law states— "

"—I know what the law says, but these are uncertain times and are special circumstances, Mister Mattock. And besides, there is nothing written that states she must be married immediately after a victor has been declared. It only states that a suitor must be found by the allotted time."

Kelcifer then stood up from his seat and slid his chair back. The chair echoed in slow motion as it creaked across the quiet stillness of the throng, this time alerting the attention of everyone. The musicians hushed their playing, and everybody sat still and listened for what he had to say next.

Magically, the young wizard's voice carried throughout the feast with the authority of a tempest wind. "It says only that a man worthy of noble standing must be betrothed to her and prepared by that time. The wedding or the consummation of said ceremony itself has no timeframe…. The law is clear…. And rest assured you can trust that I know the law, because unlike some people, of whom I won't mention, I can actually read." He finished, slightly crooking his neck to offer Zelda a silent reprieve and assurance with a faint smile.

Trying not to make it obvious, she sighed in relief.

The rambunctious Mister Mattock spilt his drink on the collar of his shirt and gargled a bit from the preposterous insinuation that he could possibly be unlearned in the proclivities of Hylian law. "Well, I meant nothing by what I said earlier. If things are to be what we all hope them to be, then there shouldn't be a problem. Shouldn't there? I, for one, like to hope for the best of things. Not despair on the negativity of such an alternative. So, excuse me, sir, if I offended thee."

"You are fine, milord. I was only clarifying for these wonderful lords that weren't aware. I, myself, took no offense."

"Then good! Then we can all get back to our merry making? What do you all say!?" Mister Mattock hollered over the table, followed by a full belly laugh.

"Indeed." Chirped Zelda, who smiled at him while she rang the rim of her goblet with a tap. Instructing the musicians to carry on with their songs. The reprieve Kelcifer offered in his wisdom washed over her like a cool, refreshing mist from a serene desert oasis on a hot, Gerudo summer day. What a relief it was that there could be a way to delay and instantly she felt a mountain lift off her shoulders. It may have not stopped the wedding in its entirety, but it at least gave her some time to at least avoid the idea for now, and that was well more than worth it.

"Speaking of merrymaking." Bella chimed. "I kind of want to see that dance you were going on about! Don't think I forgot now! The one you mentioned earlier?" she finished, capturing the attention of Lady Marin.

"Oh, you mean the Moondance? The Dance of Doom?"

Bella nodded, excitedly.

"Well, I don't know. I'm not sure if the bards here can play it. The tune is rather intricate, and we don't have all the instruments."

"Can't they make do with what they have?"

"Well, for it to be authentic, we would need bongos instead our tabors, tambourines or timbrels. And as far as melodies go, we would need a classical guitar rather than our common lute. Not to mention, we haven't any horns." Marin sighed and waved her hand to what they were missing among the musicians. "Last but not least, if you didn't have the rest and absolutely wanted to play the tune, there is one instrument you cannot do without. The most important instrument needed for this ensemble is an ocarina. Which is essential for it to sound just right".

Sylmoor awoke from where he sat, and his brows lifted in delight before speaking. "If it's an ocarina you need, I just so happen to have the finest blue whistle in all the kingdom. Though, I must admit I have misplaced it." He said, sitting up straight, padding himself as if it could have been in his pockets. "I would only need but a moment to have it fetched from my tent, I'm sure it is there somewhere."

Marin sighed and was about to relent when Bella chirped beside her. "Well, then if you don't want to wait for him to retrieve it and can't dance that song without it, then how about sing one for us? One that doesn't require such a lavish, vast array of instruments." The girl said, eagerly leaning on the table. "Lord Taleran tells me you have a wonderful talent for it!"

Astonished by the revelation, Marin's mouth gawked, and she looked upon Taleran incredulously as if a deep held, safe-guarded truth of her people had been revealed. One she didn't want out just yet. "Did he now? What other Marshland secrets is he sharing with everyone?"

Zelda's eye's brightened and her interest piqued. "You can sing my lady?"

The lady of the lake responded before she could finish asking. "Some say, dear princess, but I prefer not to boast. It's just a way to pass the time on deck and it isn't much. A person can go mad out on the open water while on a patrol. If they're left with nothing else to do for days on end…" Marin said, letting loose a lighthearted giggle as she fiddled with a knife on the table, poking her trencher. "I mean, someone has to serenade alongside the gulls and give them a run for their rupees. So, it might as well be me."

The girl set the blade down gently and ladylike as she glanced to meet eyes with the princess. "But am I any good, you ask? Well, perhaps, to someone lost or stuck at sea for a week they may find my voice alluring-but I guess anyone would think it sounded good if it's all they had to hear—"

"—What are you going on about, of course you can sing!" Taleran clarified, interrupting his own conversation by overhearing theirs. The proud lord took a happy swig from his mug. "Don't let her fool you, my princess. She has the sweetest voice in all the realm, Your Grace. She's just being modest."

"Well then, now I just gotta hear!" Blurted Bella. "Oh please, would you sing a song? Maybe then we can get this party really started!"

Zelda smiled at the young lady's excitement. She too wanted to hear a song but made sure to make her request more subtle than the brazen Illiastar girl.

"Well, if you don't mind performing, I think a song would be lovely," Zelda said, bashfully brushing her bangs back behind her ears as they fell. "But only if you'd like to, of course…"

"Well, why not?" Marin said happily and to Zelda's surprise. She scooted out from her seat and removed a dark green hood and set it on the back of her chair, revealing the beauty of her fair, bare shoulders. "After all, this is a special occasion and a monumental one at that. Maybe I can help set the mood so everyone can lighten up a bit and not act so stiff the rest of the night. I mean, for goddess sakes, that dance floor has been a barren wasteland this entire evening. But, not to worry, I'm always willing to serve my duty!"

Turning to face the musicians, she clapped and called out to them. "C'mon now, you heard your princess, the people here want a song before the main event!"

The room fell to a hush to listen as Marin stood up. Playfully, the girl threw a quick, sneaky wink towards Link of all people, just across the way, before exaggerating to clear her throat to put on a show. Drawing Link's gaze, he watched her smile and sway her hips as she performed a cute stroll over to stand atop the dais for all to see. Following the gracefulness of her steps, the drummers took that as their cue to thump their drums with a low, steady beat while the other bards lifted their instruments to light up the night with their music.

Before she began, she spoke softly."This song I will sing before you now is a very old psalm dedicated to an ancient hero who sailed the seas in search of love, hope, and a new beginning. May we all dream big dreams and find peace in our lives after this night. I present to you now, the song my people call 'the Ballad of the Windfish'," she explained happily. Suddenly, a wonderful symphony of steady notes filled the air, and her sweet melody began.

Zelda and the others also watched intently and listened, sipping their cups in silence as the girl paraded around and sang her song. As if telling a story through a melody of words, her emotions reverberated a tale as old as time. If that wasn't enough to wow her onlookers, her eyes shined brightly with the glistening light of the sea, moon and stars for which she loved so dearly; and her voice opened up like a mermaid's harp on the water, gentle and soothing as a summer ocean breeze. There she sang her soul to the heavens like it was her last day on this earth.

The whole room was moved by her performance and Zelda recalled that she'd never heard such an angelic sounding voice. In that moment, she forgot that there had ever been a war or that she was a princess at all. For a brief time, she could escape her world in suspended disbelief to another, one of imagination and wonder through the sound of music. Back to one of those imaginary places her nursemaid used to tell her about. An awe-inspiring land like something out of a fairytale. Oh, how she wished she could escape with Link to one of those distant places of wonder out of a dream. Even for a day, that would be all she would need.

Link also was entranced by the young maiden's dance, but in a different way. Perhaps, the song took off where her cute wink earlier began. The young man has never seen such an artistic display of emotion in all his life. The way she danced in the light of the fire, casting shadows over the tent flaps. Fierce and as graceful as a panther. It was something he had never seen before.

All he has known for a long time was war and the ugliness that it brought. And for once he could honestly say, there were good things in this world such as what he saw this night worth fighting for. Where people can come together in harmony and celebrate with their friends and loved ones. Free from the threat of doom. He knew then that the princess and his hundred-year struggle wasn't in vain, and it was all worth it.

Mesmerized by the slow dance of her song, Lady Marin's hypnotic moves, and music washed over him like the waves from the inland sea she hails from with a soothing trance. The way she clapped her hands high above her head as she elegantly strolled, swayed and danced captured his imagination. And when her last breath was sung, her eyes fell upon him last in the crowd.

To the sudden roar of applause, Link awoke from his daydream. The bonfire lit up the room once more, as if it had lowered its blaze in homage to her song just before. His attention was drawn to that of a red-haired beauty who gazed upon him with her final melody. Link swallowed, sat up straight in his seat and from across the way, unbeknownst to him, Zelda just so happened to notice the end of their brief interaction when the pair locked eyes for a moment. Unsure by what she saw, Zelda ignored it as best she could.

Lady Marin curtseyed reverently to everyone, grateful for the kind ovation and then spoke while she still held the floor. "Now, that should do it! Would anyone else like to commandeer the ship from here? Anyone at all? A lady is thirsty and needs a stiff drink to loosen the hips before she can continue another type of dance."

Soldiers at the front had stars in their eyes and happily jumped over one another from their tables to answer her call, eager to volunteer and join the musicians to continue another song in her absence. A single man from the dogpile won and began a song of his own, hand thrusted high in the air in her honor, as if vying for her love. Marin giggled into her hand at how silly and over-the-top men can be at times, but she couldn't blame them.

Though she'd never like to admit it, one of her guilty pleasures in life was getting men to swoon over her. A game really. But the only man who she really was interested in capturing the fascination of this night, seemingly wasn't too impressed. He was still sitting in his chair wearing a stoic face. Unlike the others who were whistling and on the verge of throwing blows with one another just for a chance to speak to her. The thought of this man shrugging off her dance lit a fire inside her so hot she would never be able to put it out. The burning desire excited her. Thus, the girl happily nodded, hid her intentions and walked back to where the nobility was and waited for her next chance to act.

The man who won the scuffle sang one of the only tunes he knew. A popular composition of a more lighthearted and rambunctious nature than that of what she sang. The type of song frequently heard in taverns. Usually sung to get the other men and ladies up on their feet to dance.

Meanwhile, Link was shaking his head at the intrigue. The lad may have been in love, but he wasn't blind to beauty when he saw it. And, despite not having any interest in her, she made a lasting impression.

The table buzzed like a beehive with commotion again and Mattock took that as his opportunity to rib him again. This time it was to nudge him to gander at the Lady of the Lake once more as she took her seat. Just as the girl sat, she flashed Link a quick, sideways glance but immediately looked away to another conversation as soon as he saw her.

"Well, isn't she quite the red-haired vixen to run home and tell your momma about!?" Bellowed Mattock. "Son, if I were you, I wouldn't let that one get away! Why, if I was your age, and had your choices of fair ladies, I'd be a very rich man indeed!"

Link's eyes widened and blinked as the man reached an arm around to squeeze him with a drunken bear hug. "Say! How about we trade? My age, wisdom, and wealth along with all my skill in the art of war… for your youth and handsome face? What say you? Sounds like a fair trade to me!" the man hooted, washing down his jokes with another mug of ale; unknowing that Link had already quite the skill in the art of war, likely more so than he could ever offer. Though that didn't stop him from doing so. Link could only placate a nod as to not disrespect the man and play along, seeking an opportunity to change the topic whenever he could.

Zelda from where she sat was still stewing over what she saw, but eventually shook away her suspicion. Perhaps I'm just imagining things, she thought. Maybe a bit of the emotion from earlier had gotten the best of her. Or maybe it was this cup of wine she had sipped on all night. After all, a hundred years of sobriety can make one a bit weak in the knees and light in the head after just a few drinks. Whatever it was, she believed it best to shrug it off and continue the celebration. Get a grip Zelda, it's just a performance. Link loves you.

"Finally, you show up! It's about time!" Purah exclaimed, alerting the table while pointing to the many platters being carried by servers that held the feast. "Starving a growing girl is no laughing matter! How am I to serve the princess if I'm dead from hunger? Well!?"

Tonight's main course brought a bouquet of delights that everyone was eager to taste. Link's belly growled more ferociously than Malroc himself though luckily for him this time the table was buzzing with so much commotion nobody heard.

A menagerie of sides came first. Whether they were stewed hearty pottages laden with savory veggies, colorful salads with sweet plums and crushed nuts, honey drizzled milk cakes, authentic potato-cheese pies, or any other delicacy aimed to satisfy the tastes of those who held different palates, Link was excited to try them all. Sidon and Rito (Teba?) especially enjoyed the snapfin trout that was caught fresh from the river, baked in salt clay. An encased gift toasted to golden brown that cracked open when eaten, revealing delicious flaky white meat inside cooked perfectly. And then-the prized dish arrived, capturing the attention of everyone. A roasted venison carried on a massive spit held up by the shoulders of two servants. They smiled and placed the main course on the table, sliced portions and delved them out equally among the honorary hosts, starting with the princess and so on and so forth.

Enthralled by the succulent aroma and marvelous presentation performed by the cooks, Zelda happily hollered over the chatter of the others to speak to Marin. Maybe it would do her well to ease her conscience if she sparked a conversation with the lady. After all, the least she could do was thank her for the stag. If it wasn't for her kill, they'd be eating only steer.

"This looks wonderful. What a trophy you have honored us with. A true king of the forest."

Marin smiled back, eyes shut and spoke. "A king for a princess…. Or perhaps, would you prefer… a prince?"

Zelda blinked before she could stab her slab of meat with her fork. Taken aback by the question, she swallowed nervously, unsure how to answer back but before she could even think, she heard the words already slipping out of her mouth out of sheer instinct.

"I've never been a fan of princes. In fact, from my experiences with them from before the Calamity they were such a dull, dreary, and bloated bunch." Speaking so swiftly and direct, she continued while maintaining a happy cheer in her voice. "Why? Do you know of any who may meet my fancy? Or, perhaps, you're wondering if I can acquaint you with one of them instead. I'm sure a lovely and talented lady like yourself would like that. It would sure save me the trouble."

Zelda was amazed that she could've even snapped the way she did and said such things; especially, in that phony happy tone, and immediately shuddered from the guilt of it. Feeling contrite, she sighed a breath, hoping to mend her comment before Lady Marin could even respond. "I'm sorry, what I meant was— "

Marin replied, shocked as well, but played it off coolly as to not drawn any attention and sweetened her voice. The men were oblivious at the table as they often are when it came to the conversations of women. "There's no need. Why, if I had to think about choosing only one man out of a small army of men to be my suitor, and in such a short amount of time, my head would be swimming too! Totally understandable, my princess, I apologize for the poor taste in words."

"Oh, no, no, I was in error of my meaning." Zelda deflected. "What I meant was, the princes from back in my day were a stuffy old bunch. Most could have been sires by the time I met them! That's how ancient they were," she said, fumbling her words as if caught in a lie. For which it was. A bad one at that. The only prince she ever met was a handsome one, not some old fossil. A man full of youth and vigor from the faraway land of Holodrum. Despite his outward beauty, inside he was rotten to the core. The man was rude, presumptuous and callous in his tastes. Especially when it came to his treatment of women and those he deemed lesser than him. Dark passions of a hidden and cruel nature ruled his heart, and she did her darndest to steer clear as far as possible of men like him.

Nevertheless, Zelda had to do or say something; anything to return the cheerful mood the table had just moments earlier. The air was stale and the laughter from before quieted and what conversations did linger were as static as the words that formed them.

The princess swallowed and explained. "So, naturally, that was all I knew of princes growing up. I'm sure maybe today in this era one may be found that is suitable for my age. Or perhaps there's a lord already in my realm who may fulfill the requirements of the goddess, but, even still, now I realize you weren't referring to men at all. My mind was elsewhere. I apologize." Zelda blinked and continued, taking a short sip of wine from her cup. "You were speaking to the prince of the forest, and of course that could only be a Bluepee. Though I do hear they are just a legend. And I'm not sure if they are even edible if found to be real, considering."

"A Bluepee you say? What on this good earth is that?" Chimed Bella before Marin could reply.

Of all the voices that were chattering, the most unlikely one spoke truth to the matter, even before Zelda could answer. Link. The young man's voice cut through the air, catching the perfect attention of all the ladies in attendance, including the princess. "I've seen one. They're as real as me sitting before you now." he said.

Simon huffed. "Hogs-wallop. There's no such thing."

Link only sat up, not backing down from his claim when Bella eagerly spoke over her brother, completely ignoring his doubts. "Oh, so that means you've caught one then. Are they any good to eat?"

"They sure are…" Link said with a tinge of snark. "If you like the sweet taste of rocks that is!"

"Rocks!?" Bella asked, curiously astonished by the revelation.

Zelda's mouth fell open with a chortle and she interjected. "He's teasing you."

The knight glanced up to meet eyes with the princess. "I would never do such a thing to a lady," he replied coolly.

"Oh really?" interrupted Marin suspiciously, wearing a grin to match his.

Link raised his mug to the three of them, bowed it in a toast, and pledged before taking a sip. "On my honor as a knight. What I tell you now is no joke. In fact, today is your lucky day," he said, wearing a smirk. "I just so happen to have an expert in delicious tasting rocks here with us. And he can attest to the truth of my words."

Link leaned back in his chair to holler to a friend sitting nearby. "Hey, Yunobo! Bluepees…. You remember that one time I brought you that special blue treat? Was it any good? Lady Bella of Illiastar is wondering to know?"

Yunobo smiled gleefully, sat down his steaming portion of a prime rock-roast he'd been munching on the whole night and replied. "When are rocks not tasty? They are way better than that stuff you Hylians eat. Of course, it was good, it was great!"

Link turned back to glance at the ladies. "See? What did I tell you? As flavorful as a fruitcake. You heard it from the man himself."

Zelda tried to hide the rosiness that formed to her cheeks and coughed into her hand; and with a raised brow of suspicion, questioned him. "But, how can you be sure? Just because a Goron can swear to them tasting delicious, doesn't mean we would enjoy them on our plate. Hylians share quite the different preference of palate, you know?"

Link opened his eyes. "Because me and Yunobo are sworn brothers. He would never lie to me. So, if he says they are good, then that's good enough for me."

Bella still had questions. "Well, what are they? What exactly are Bluepees?"

Link replied. "They are the essence of… Hmm, how can I say this. They are the essence of…"

Bella's curiosity piqued. "Essence of!?"

"…. Rupees." finished Kelcifer on Link's behalf. "Those mysterious and illusive critters of the forests, called Bluepees are the soul embodiment of rupees made into flesh. Though they do not have a body like yours or mine made of bone and sinew but are the magical amalgamation of rupees. Very curious that this knight has seen one. They are exceptionally rare."

A light lit up in Bella's mind's eye. Finally, everything they have been saying until now made sense and she felt silly. "Ah, I see… Now, I get it! Rocks!" she snorted, realizing the reasoning behind it all. "No wonder!"

After a brief pause, a slight smile tugged across Link's face as he glanced at the thieving Lady of the Lake among them. She had torn a dainty piece of bread and bitten it when he called out to her earnestly. "Though, that being said. I must admit, I don't think they could ever taste better than a hunk of venison. A king beats a prince any day and what a wonderful king we have had been graced with tonight," he said, pausing only to take a small but final sip of his mug before raising it above his head to call over the server for more refreshment.

Link smirked and continued. "How lucky it was for you to find such a royal beast in the forest to gift to her majesty. What an honor and privilege this is. Now, thanks be to you I may also delight in sharing this prized roast with all of you, my lieges," he said, subtly poking fun at her all the while charming them all. "It isn't every day I get to dine with such noble hosts."

He continued, just about to slice his first morsel of the meat. "Especially one that is hunted by your own hand, no less. I bet that tastes even better, am I right, m'lady? I, for one, a soldier who has had a lot of experience out in the wild know that nothing beats the taste of a fresh kill."

Marin's eyes narrowed and she listened intently as he spoke, bewildered by what he meant by that, still unsure who he even was. How did he know she didn't earn the stag? From what she could tell, she never met him before. Though she couldn't put her finger on it, there was something familiar about him. There's no way he could have been the man she met earlier out in the woods, the one she ensnared, right? It couldn't be so. That dashing man was an adventurer. Rugged, rough and looked more like a back-alley mercenary than an anointed knight or high lord from a faraway castle. True, it was dark out in the forest and both men were handsome in their own way, but how, how did this one know? Could it be that they are one and the same? If so, he behaved and looked so different.

The starving knight was about to chew his first succulent bite when the servant finally came up beside him, attempted to fill his mug but instead slipped and tripped over him, dumping the whole tankard atop of him in a loud splash.

The table fell to hush as the brew splattered all over his new fancy attire, soaking all his clothes all the way down to his boots. Not to mention, his plate was ruined as well. His once tender, juicy slice of meat was now spoiled, swimming in a pool of ale on his plate. Most of everyone watched stunned as to what happened whereas a few giggles escaped Marin's lips as the whole scene unfolded in slow motion. Serves him right for acting so fresh!

"Oh, my goodness! Are you alright?" Zelda said as she came to Link's aid, rising from her chair about to lean over to help when he prevented her from doing so with a wave.

"Well, you know me, I do like to put on a show," he said sarcastically.

Across the way Simon couldn't look happier wearing a foul grin. The first genuine smile he has had the whole evening.

Link continued as his friends came to help him. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll manage," he said reassuringly. He quickly helped himself to clear his seat and slid out from where he sat though it took a moment to remember his chivalric honor. He turned to face the tripped over servant and helped him back up to his feet. After patting down the man he faced the rest of them. "Don't mind me, but I think it will be best if I excuse myself to go clean up. As much as I would love to stay around and dine with all you fine lords, I prefer to drink my ales, not wear them."

Taleran nodded, slightly embarrassed on his behalf whereas Zelda was still covering her mouth, speechless as to how much a mess it made of his clothes. She didn't want him to leave but realized he had to, whereas Marin nodded happily with a smirk of pure enjoyment. Though he may have snubbed her earlier with his sleight comment, she was more than willing to forgive him for it. Because now she couldn't help but enjoy how much easier it was to see his muscles through his shirt. Now that his tunic was drenched. The soaked shirt forced the fabric to cling tightly to his skin, bearing the shape of his physique far better for all their wandering eyes to see.

Impa coughed into her fist to speak on all their behalf; hoping to end the awkwardness of all the ladies staring. "Very well, Link, we look forward to seeing you return to us before the evening concludes."

Sylmoor and Sidon slid their chairs too and offered to help but Link waved for them to stay. "It's fine. I can find my own way back to my tent, I'll be alright," he said, slightly annoyed as he stood up to step down from the dais.

However, the instant his boot hit the first step of the stairs, a person came marching down the center of the pavilion, drawing the roused attention of everyone. Link hesitated, unsure if he could believe his eyes. It wasn't until Zelda gasped in shock did he realize it was so. In came Riju who waltzed under the tent's flap.

Soldiers halted their celebrations from their tables, patting those who weren't aware to turn around and give reverence to the spectacle. The performers also paused their songs and dances. Everyone knew who she was and how much she meant to the princess. The Gerudo chief limped slowly yet carried herself with dignity and held her head up high to show no sign of weakness unbefitting a warrior. Little by little she made her way to the dais and to the front of the princess's table. Link hopped out of the way to allow her space to climb up the stairs. When she reached the top, he stretched out a hand to help her but she proudly shooed it away with a flick. All Link could do was smile at her stubbornness. Classic Riju.

Zelda was astonished that Riju managed to awake so soon but still found the words to speak. "R-Riju? You're here? Shouldn't you be resting?"

A slow creeping grin drew at the young chief's cheeks as she puffed up her chest to the crowd. "You didn't really think you could throw a party without me, did you?" She asked. That was when her ruby-red hair whipped as she whirled in a circle to survey the hosts that had gathered before returning to speak to the princess. "Now that I'm of age and have been granted permission by the law of my people to drink, I'd like to enjoy my first with you."

Buliaria interrupted, her voice thick with accent all the while fighting back a snort of a laugh. "Really, my chief? Your first drink ever?" she asked, skeptically leaning over the table with one eye gazing deep into her soul, searching for the truth.

"Well, my first official drink! Who's counting anyways?" Riju contested with a pouty shrug.

"Apparently, you are!" Gleefully snarked Zelda between them.

"Too true princess!" Riju giggled, caught by the sudden truth. "I didn't take an arrow in the back just to go home empty handed without ever having a drink or two with you on my fifteenth birthday! I nearly croaked earlier today, and I don't want to waste another free minute of precious life not celebrating it!" The little lady said, eager to partake.

Zelda was totally caught by surprise. "B-birthday? I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

Riju placed a free hand on her waist while she playfully leered at Link who still stood by dripping wet. "Why, yes, it is. Did he or Buliara not tell you?" the young chief said, shortly before grumbling to herself to where nobody could hear. "Wow, they must've really thought I was a goner in order to not even mention my birthday."

The princess's face lit up and eagerly tapped the rim of her goblet, instructing the servants to gather another place setting. "Of course, I would love to celebrate with you if you're feeling up for it!"

Snapping back from her mumble, Riju continued and spoke aloud again. "Besides, what would Urbosa think of me if I didn't celebrate this momentous victory at your side? After all, I'm charged with taking care of you from now on in her stead. How can I do that lying around in bed all day?"

Zelda beamed happily to see her friend already feeling much better and couldn't wait to talk with her about everything that has transpired. The Hylian nobles who've arrived, the fierce battle with Malroc, even her daring, dark quest through the tombs of Hyrule castle all alone, and the secret passageways that led her to her ruined room from a century ago. Most of all, she wanted to share the victory she had alone with Link. Riju would understand. After all, it was Riju that gave her the courage to embrace her own heart. The only one who encouraged her to thumb her nose at the old law when they were trekking in the hot sun on the Old King's Road just two days ago. Much has happened since then that she wanted to share with her and luckily, for Riju, the worst was over. Though, it was apparent the girl still ached and suffered a bit from healing wounds.

Link spoke before leaving. "You can have my chair Riju. I won't be back for a while." Servants scooped up his seat like busy bees before he could even finish his sentence. Almost as if they wanted him gone on the orders of someone else.

The young chief gave him a twice-over stare from head to toe as he walked by, realizing the mess of his state of dress. "I would ask what happened Link, but at this point, after all the time knowing you, I've learned to just accept things and go with the flow. Hurry back soon, okay?" she finished with a wink.

As Link walked away with a nod, Riju hollered over to the musicians. "Well, don't stop on my account! The night is young, and I have had one hell of a week."

Impa, Paya and Purah smiled in unison and nodded while the princess rang her goblet cheerfully once more, instructing the band to lift their instruments to fill the pavilion with music yet again. As the party resumed Riju took her place among them, and Link departed.

---

The knight of no banners they called him. The Hylian soldiers from this era. All they knew of Link was that he was a champion of Hyrule from some old story, that he aided in the battle that day and that he was the princess's own protector. That was the extent of their knowledge of him. The men that did know him, knew he was the sole reason why they were all alive drinking ale and singing songs this evening instead of pushing up daisies at the foot of the castle. Still, even knowing that, there were some that didn't like him and then there were even more that couldn't recognize him because they have never even heard of him at all. Those were mostly men of Draene. They had only just arrived after the battle. Dragoons, Link thought. They were by far the rowdiest bunch. Link remembered their kind all too well from his past.

Link stepped out from the main pavilion and the men who were a bit too rambunctious for the tables overflowed out into the main yard of camp to carry on their celebrations alongside their campfires instead. They were doing as men often do when they drink—like play games of strength, gamble, and brawl with one another in jest.

The soldiers paid Link no mind as he walked past them. Soon he ventured even further off to where he and Sidon were quartered. Through a maze of sigils, wagons, trolleys, gear, and tents he finally made it to the other side of camp where his tent lay. The breeze picked up and it brought a chill wind that blew right through his wet clothes. Here it was dark and silent as a shadow and there were no more lanterns to be seen. Everyone else was too busy partying on the other side of camp which was many stone throws away. Aside from the occasional squawk of a night raven or hoot of an owl, he was alone.

Link hurried under the tent's flap, paced only just a few steps over to his chest that sat next to his cot. That was where his belongings were so he could swiftly change. He was eager to get dry and back to the others. No sooner than unlatching the trunk, his eyes narrowed and he stood up from kneeling to take a defensive stance. "You can come out now," he said, calling out to the darkness toward the back of his tent. The entrance still laid to his back. "I had a feeling that this is what it was all about. That business earlier spilling the drink all over me. I didn't want to make a scene back there with all the others…. So, here I am…What are you waiting for?"

There was no reply and Link spoke again into the shadow. "There's no use pretending you're not there. I know you have been following me for a while now and your friend can come out too. He's even worse at hiding than you are."

"How did you see? —" called out a man from the darkness to his front. He hid behind a wall of boxes that were stationed there holding army supplies.

"—See? Who said anything about seeing you?" Link joked, a small smirk forming. "I could smell you a half league away. Your breath reeks of rotting meat and sour wine. Your clothes do you no service either. They carry the sweaty stench of a three-day ride-And I'm covered in ale mind you. So, that's saying something. You never heard of a bath?"

A growl came from the dark and Link continued his taunts. "Whoever hired you, needs to levy up more rupees to find himself better assassins."

"Why you—" the man came stomping out in a rage.

"Hold it!" His accomplice called out from behind Link, ordering his friend to halt. They had him cornered.

Link's eyes glinted at the tall, brute that stood before him, unafraid as his friend still commanded from behind. They were both soldiers by his guess, though they were not wearing armor that signified any allegiance.

"So, you discovered my friend hiding in your tent, but I'm curious…. How did you know you were being followed? I'm the best I know from around these parts and am as stealth as an alley cat."

"Well, I guess you need to get out more and meet more people then. I wouldn't hire you two fools even if you offered to do the job for free or were the last men alive." Link snarked again.

"You insolent…."

Link smiled, and spoke, this time a bit more impatient and uncaringly. "So, can we hurry this up? I have a party to get back to."

The leader replied. "What makes you so sure we were sent to kill you? You have enemies?"

"No more than any other man. But I'm well aware that my presence here in this camp has made certain people… uncomfortable."

"We weren't sent to kill you!" Blurted the oaf.

The leader spoke over him. "What he means to say is that your time is up…. You should really take the offer that was given to you tonight, or we will be forcing you to leave with us without it. Your choice."

Link chuckled softly to himself and mumbled low. "What a pity… After all that, he cares only to send two men to persuade me. I'm not sure what pisses me off more. The fact that he wants me banished from the princess's service or that he thinks I could be so easily done away with by only two drunken sell swords. Goddess's hell, he is cheap. Even with the things he wants desperately he still finds a way to haggle the lowest price."

"Will you shut up already! You are to come with us quietly or there will be trouble!"

"I was hoping you'd say that!" Glared Link, before disappearing into a blur of speed.

The man's eyes widened and in a flash Link's elbow was already buried into his gut. The bloke gasped and hawed, his entire body went limp by the sheer force that rattled all his bones. Before his friend could react to aid him, the knight was swiftly already over top of him too, pinning him to the ground. "Goodnight." Link finished, choking the man to sleep.

They were both easily dealt with as quickly as they came. Still, Link wondered to himself that perhaps he acted too hastily and should have pressed them first on who they were or why they were sent before incapacitating them. At least to make certain his suspicions were true before raising accusations. But, eh it can wait until morning, he thought. They won't be awake for a while and when they do, their heads will be pounding. There would be no interest on their part to look for him until the morrow anyways. Not to mention, they wouldn't dare try at the main pavilion. I'll deal with them later, he thought. I have a princess to get back to…. and a hot meal! I'm starving! He thought.

---

"And you say you disappeared? Just like that?" hooted Riju to Zelda. The girls were busy chatting while poking at their courses, sipping happily into the night. Some of the other ladies of court had already left the table to the dance floor. Lady Marin being one of them. Meanwhile, the men were busy discussing serious matters of their own, all the while sloshing their drinks with roars of celebratory congratulations to each other.

"Ah, it was amazing Riju. One day you will know what it is like."

"Who says I don't already?" The young lady teased. Zelda playfully tapped her shoulder.

"Oh, Riju, I'm serious!"

"So am I, but please… do carry on with your story." The young Gerudo chief said, her ears perked and ready to hear more of the fairytale of romance.

Zelda's eyelashes fluttered longingly as she recollected the twilight of earlier that day. "It felt like magic…" she sighed. "You should have seen Link too." Zelda whispered into Riju's ear, to where only she could hear, before finishing her goblet. "When it all ended, his eyes were still closed facing the ceiling of the tent. I could've sworn he was hypnotized. He looked so adorable. Not that I wasn't mesmerized myself. I mean, it was nearly impossible for me to break the spell with him being so close to me. But I managed. I don't know how, but I did. Now, if that isn't magic, what is?"

"Well, of course he was spellbound! We women do have that effect on men, you know. Especially a high-spirited, charming man like your Link, dear princess. Honestly, we could make men do anything, if we really wanted to. Our magic as vais is powerful."

Zelda playfully chastised her again. "Riju! Here I was worried that I was your bad influence, and it seems all the while you're the one trying to influence me!" she said with a giggling snort.

"It's true princess. And thank the goddess for it for our sakes. That's all I can say! The only true magic men listen to in this world that I know of for sure to work is what's above the waist and between a woman's—" Riju spoke but suddenly felt Buliara's judging eyes survey her from across the way. Somehow the older woman was able to listen even with all the fuss around them. Realizing she may have taken things a tad too far, or maybe that she may have had a teensy bit too much of stiff drink, Riju glanced at her empty mug and sat it down.

Zelda blinked. "You okay, Riju? You were saying?" she said, eager to hear her finish. The princess knew where this was going, but she wanted her to finish anyway. In any normal circumstance she wouldn't have dared such an unladylike conversation. Perhaps, it was the drinks talking. Or maybe she felt so free speaking with Riju that it reminded her of how she felt with Urbosa around, but even still, this was different. Urbosa always treated her like a mother would a daughter. Which she loved but Zelda wasn't sure if she could have ever been comfortable discussing boys with her like she could with Riju. For that, she was eternally grateful to have her friendship in this way. She could hardly believe how grown-up Riju behaved too. A girl of only fifteen already so knowledgeable of the world and ready to find love herself.

During all this Riju stewed over the fact that this wasn't an appropriate way to speak to a princess, a good friend or not. So, she cleared her throat instead and clarified. "Uh—never mind. It's not important. What matters is that you finally worked up the courage today! I'm so excited to hear more about what happened." Trying to change the subject to a far less racy one, the young chief spoke again. "But, first, that will have to wait. If I may, princess, could I be excused for a moment? I'll be right back."

"Sure, thing Riju, you don't need to ask," Zelda said, beaming at her. For a few minutes Zelda was left alone with her thoughts as the young girl limped away from the table and down the raised deck. Then as quickly as her cheery mood full of laughter and sweet things came, it went, dampened by the sight and sound of those men conversing beside her at the other end of the table. On and on they droned about the coming wedding and tourney. She almost forgot all about it. Almost.

They were haggling one over the other of whose house would be responsible for sharing what part of the burden of such an expense. Each of them eager for the opportunity to prove their worth. For with their service to the crown came not without its own possible reward paid back in spades. This was to be the most lavish gathering in over one hundred years. From miles around to distant lands of neighboring kingdoms, many would gather at the sight of such a momentous occasion. All Zelda could do was slink in her seat at the thought of it and wished for it to be done away with already. To hell with it all, she prayed, though she knew her prayer would never be answered by the goddess of course.

And that was when a strange, yet familiar voice spoke, tearing her gaze away. It was the young wizard Kelcifer sitting beside her now. He leaned into her ear, whispering softly about those conversing around them. "It's politics, you see? It's the way things are now," he said, as if his words were chased out by a breathy chuckle. "They may call me the wizard but make no mistake my, dear princess, these are the magicians that rule this kingdom. All sleight of hand, posturing and a never-ending contest of who can show more strength than the other. Afraid that at any moment the other may find out that after all their words and chest beating most of what they say is just an illusion. That is politics."

Politics.

That was one word from Zelda's past that she would have been forever grateful to live without ever hearing again. She remembered the sour taste it left in her mouth after hearing her father's cabinet squabble repeatedly into the wee hours of the morning from his council-room. Memories flooded her mind of dim-lit sconces spanning cold castle hallways. The stench of stout drinks, souring meat, and pipe smoke filling the air. She recollected as a little girl awaking in the dead of night from her bed chambers to the roaring of raised voices hollering down through the great hall, echoing off the stone.

What would usually start off as a diplomatic meeting would most certainly end sounding like a war. From shouts of one side contending with the slamming of fists on tables from the other. Even words like treason were known to have been tossed around once or twice. Governing a kingdom was no easy task, even in peacetime. Miraculously though, as if by some divine intervention, by the end of the fussing and shouting, it would just abruptly stop. Cooler heads would prevail, and an armistice of opinion would be reached letting the matters be resolved for another day.

It has been over a century since she heard such talk spoken on the lips of anyone. Politics… oh how she wished to have forgotten there ever was such a word.

She has been so focused on defeating Ganon, that the notion of politics totally slipped her mind. Back before the Calamity, all matters of state were dealt with accordingly by her father and his high council. She never had much need to get into the daily affairs and minutia of the kingdom. In fact, she was discouraged from doing so by her own father. But now, they are no more. Zelda felt wholly inadequate and ill-prepared to fill such a void.

Kelcifer whispered again, waking her from her daydream of her father's court. "That's what this whole show of fealty is all about. I mean, with the kingdom having been without a monarch for so long, who knows how the people would reconcile to the idea of re-unification. Each side eager to petition favors for loyalty."

"Favors?" Zelda whispered back, curious by the notion.

"Yes, as grateful as they are for your return to us all, I fear their motives aren't entirely benign and that there's more to why they came to your side. The kingdom has been in turmoil for quite some time, though they would all hate to admit it."

Overhearing them both, Impa stopped her chatter with some others, nudged Purah with an elbow and bent brows to continue in her stead. She turned to interject into Zelda's and the wizard's discussion.

"He speaks truthfully, Your Grace," Impa said.

Zelda lifted her head toward her, realizing she had been eavesdropping. "Then why haven't you mentioned this to me? Why have you kept the seriousness of these matters a secret from me?"

Impa clarified. "I didn't want to burden you with these problems until the threat to us all had been dealt with. For if that wasn't resolved first, none of this would even matter. For goddess sake, people have been born, lived their entire lives, came and went many times over in the time it took for you two to return to us. You and your knight-"

Kelcifer took over where the old woman left off sucking in a breath. It was as if they spoke in one mind on the matter. "-To the point that hardly anyone remembers that Hyrule even had a king at all. The three fiefdoms have struggled to maintain their borders amongst themselves let alone with each other. They all have been plenty busy putting down feeble uprisings here and there or silencing the claims of lesser vassals. Lower lords constantly squabbling over blurred lines on etched maps. And without the royal army's presence to secure the king's roads and maintain order throughout the kingdom, trade has stagnated. The economies of entire counties are in shambles. The lords are restless and to top it all off, if bickering with each other wasn't enough, for a century they had to repel the forces of Ganon wherever they struck.

"From the lowest sir of Maybury to highest lords on the county lines, anyone with just a bit of noble standing from here to Hera has made claims to lands that are disputed since the downfall. People can smell blood in the water, and they know when opportunity knocks. So, as you can see, Your Majesty, it has truly been an era of decline since your royal absence."

"So much strife...?" Zelda paused to stew on what has been said, her mind racing for a quick solution.

"Well, without your royal light to shine upon them Your Grace, the shadows have had no obstacles to spread their darkness." Impa concluded. "That is why this meeting was key in securing your reign once more. You must get the three great houses to back your claim and the rest will fall into line."

Zelda suddenly remembered all her scholarly lessons as a bright-eyed child, and how she wished to be a scientist instead of a royal daughter. However, little was she taught of those wondrous ways of the Sheikah. Instead, engrained into her mind was the hierarchical order of the kingdom and her role in it. Those teachings stuck with her for a lifetime and were burned into her memory. From settling petty grievances to upending harsh land disputes between lords, the duty of the monarch was to maintain order among the nobility with a firm fist. Power given to them by the goddess herself. Or at least, that's what she was raised to believe. It was more that her house was the largest and had the strongest army and the greatest support. Peace through strength is how they governed.

She remembered also learning that once upon a time there were seventy lesser noble houses governed by the original seven great fiefdoms of Hyrule. Now, all that remains of them are forty. Divided into not seven parts of the kingdom but now three. Lost were the others to the Doom of Dragmire, the dreaded scourge of the first Calamity.

The first to fall was the great house of Allandra. Sank to the depths of sea along with all their inhabitants, land and castles. Forever erased off the map of Hyrule. The only memory that they ever existed at all are what remains from uninhabitable quagmires, cratered hillsides and mirky, treacherous estuaries which met the sea where their land once was. Just west of what is now known as the Marshlands, under the rule of Tarble today.

House Farrstar was next in Ganon's wrath and fared no better. Their fate was sealed when a blackened plume of unholy malevolence swept so quickly throughout their territory with a red disease so rancid and ill-gotten, none survived the reach of its putrid smoke and mist, nor had they time to even see it crawl over the horizon that fateful evening. For when the denizens went to sleep in their beds that night, they never awoke. None now dare venture to that valley in the far east at the edge of the kingdom, beyond the borders of Draene and the Red Waste. For tales speak of a pestilence that lingers on to this day, only contained by an array of mountainsides which block the wind. May they always stand as sentinels of safety.

Lastly, House Arathmure was destroyed by the Calamity with a judgement so harsh and horrid to fathom it can't be spoken on the tongues of people even now, thousands of years later. For even uttering what happened that day when the sky went ablaze, red with fire and the hillsides bled, would be a vast under exaggeration and miscarriage of the truth of what transpired that dreaded Fall of Autumn afternoon. Their holdfasts lay to the far north, beyond the Zola ruins and out of reach of the borders of Bountiful. Since the Doom, a terrible, eternal winter magically appeared there. One so bitter and cold its unending blizzards consumed that land; never to recover or see the light of day ever again. A land forever in the shadow of darkness.

Thus, the kingdom was left with forty houses and even they are too many to name here. If one must know, know this-Draene reigns over twenty, Illiastar rules ten and Tarble leads seven. These are their bannermen, each swearing oaths of absolute fealty to them and them three to the crowned ruler of them all, House Hyrule of the Lofteagle, protector of the Golden Sealing Power.

As Zelda remembered she couldn't be sure if the Doom really happened as they say, for time has always had way of making the smallest stories legendary. One thing is true though, a great destruction or plague of some devastating significance had to have occurred at some point in Hyrule's past. She was certain of that. For the corpses of magnificent, old stone buildings, castles and mighty fortresses from a bygone era can still be seen if one knew where to look. Sadly, they now serve as everlasting reminders of their history while they rot, left abandoned, and obliterated as relics scattered throughout the land. Places which at one time held such majesty they could have hosted the finest of banquets, grand parties, and celebratory balls worthy of a king. Now they lie ruined, cold and decrepit unfitting even for a den of thieves.

Your claim…. Zelda pondered Impa's words and found herself waking to her conversation from before. "My claim? I don't understand, I am the princess of Hyrule, who else could possibly—"

"That may be clear to us who support you, but not to the many other lords who have not seen you."

Impa continued where Kelcifer paused. "Writing to the others of your blessed return in letters is very different than seeing it for oneself, not to mention who's to say you even are the princess. Aside from my own verification, that sword that seals the darkness on your knight's back and the Zora who have rallied in your support of your authenticity, little evidence remains of who the princess of one hundred years ago even was. Or why they should need one at all."

Kelcifer interjected. "Not only that, but some will also want to see a sign of your divinity, Your Grace."

Zelda sat up. "But, I don't know how else more to prove it. I have just sealed Ganon away. Isn't that a sufficient sign for them? The power…. the sealing power…. It doesn't work like that. I can't just summon it at will like you can with your own magick. It's not mine to—"

Zelda's head hummed again. Though not only this time with worry but of guilt. She caught her feelings shifting and that alone worried her. A shiver shuddered up her spine and she pondered deeply on the matter as she digested Kelcifer's words. As much as she wanted to do right of her people and be the savior they needed, a part of her wished for it all to end. Her line as princess, her duty to the realm, all of it. Perhaps, then if that happened, she could live a life that of a normal teenage girl. A life that included Link in it. One where she could be free to pursue her own destiny.

Zelda shook herself of the selfish desires, realizing they were only but dreams. She knew what had to be done. Now so more than ever after hearing the situation. It wasn't just a matter of unification; it was the prevention of all out civil war if things were to allow to fester. The likes that could thrust the kingdom into turmoil for generations to come. Hylians have always been a proud and stubborn bunch to govern, and her royal leadership was needed now more than ever.

Kelcifer eased a finger up to his lips to calm the poor girl down. "—Unless, we can unequivocally convince these three houses to pledge themselves fully behind you. Then I doubt any demonstration of any kind will be needed. I was only saying as an alternative."

"But they just swore fealty to me just moments ago. You all witnessed it. Oaths were said. Ones not so easily broken."

Impa interrupted, an icy glare slick on her eyes. "Yes, yes, they did but not without its conditions. Also, did you notice that Mattock fellow out of the bunch?"

"Yes, but why should I concern with the opinions of one man? After all his lord—"

"—How convinced would you say he is? I was watching him and listening to his words. He only seemed to offer support the moment he realized what that entailed for him and his liege. He is a powerful man of the court of Draene, and other lords look to him for council. We must win over the hearts and minds of all these people leaving no room for doubt. That is why I have arranged this for you so quickly, Your Highness. To squash any dissension before it could bloom," Impa said, letting out a long overdue sigh. "I know you are unenthused about the prospect of marriage, and I know—"

"It's fine Impa. I understand," Zelda said curtly, shoving her goblet away while cutting her off. "I will perform my duty to the realm. As I always have."

Kelcifer eased a hand over Zelda's shoulder, interrupting Impa. "Don't despair, Your Grace. It's not the aim of your Sheikah counselors to discourage you. Nor is it mine. And just so you know, I wasn't merely speaking for the sake of it. I really have read the law. A victor has yet to even be found and more than that, a date for the tourney still needs to be even set. As I mentioned before, a lot must be done before now and then so let it not trouble your heart or spoil your fun this evening with your friends," he said, now finishing with placing a warm hand over hers. Something in his words comforted her. A magic perhaps? Zelda couldn't explain it. Just moments ago, she was in despair and now, now she felt like she could go for a dance with Link, if he would show up that is.

Kelcifer whispered again, this time leaning down to Zelda's ear to where she could only hear. "And don't you worry about Mister Mattock, Princess. He may be able to wag a few tongues in court, but it is I who have all their ears. And even he believes this wedding is happening so all his doubts I would say are rested for now. In fact, I wouldn't doubt if he will praise your arrival to the others with great fruition when he returns to the Serpent's Keep."

The princess lifted her head, this time feeling comforted and bore him a soft smile. Kelcifer bowed in a nod and Zelda looked across the span of the great pavilion ahead of them, viewing the dance floor. A large crowd had gathered now, made up of mostly tipsy men in comparison to the handful of thrill-seeking ladies. The young women of Bella's entourage were taking turns hoping for a chance to court one of them by night's end. After all, it's not every day they'd have a chance to dance with a war hero of their own. Most of these men fought valiantly today and this celebration was for them.

Still, Zelda couldn't help but wonder where Link was. Surely, he would have been back by now. But, no matter how many times she gazed down the long stretch of velvet rug leading through the middle to the entrance, hoping to see him, he wasn't there. So, instead she turned her head to the conversation that was going on between Mattock, Impa, Purah, and the wizard. Paya, additionally was only spectating, sipping her cup silently. The timid girl liked to listen yet, hardly made any inferences of her own. Zelda wondered why? But her questions would have to wait for another time.

Mattock spoke, "So, Chief Overseer Kelcifer, this little lady tells me she may have found a device that outperforms your magic and skills by leaps and bounds. Maybe I should bring her to my Lord of Draene so she can be the one to take your place as his right hand," the man blundered, joking with a rude laugh. "After all, with what she can do with this contraption she has, who would have need for your magic or you anyways?" he said, all the while referring to Purah.

Zelda's eyes narrowed, unnoticed by any of them as she glanced at the Sheikah scientist. Purah, what have you told him?! She thought. You know our discoveries are to be kept secret. We hardly know this fellow. Who knows what this sort of man wants.

Kelcifer smirked slightly, ever careful to show his hand. "But your Lord of Draene is sitting right here. Or has the honey wine, ale and jiggers skipped your belly and gone straight to your head and blinded you already? Have you forgotten, my good sir?" the wizard stated, lifting his cape, pointing to young Lord Daneyrio who curiously, hadn't said a word this entire evening. The whole night the mysterious lord had been silently lingering at the table sitting in his chair, only sipping his cup here and there only whenever a toast was made though not seeming to care at all. The man was lost in thought and Zelda wondered why he kept to himself. She cupped her chin, curious as to his reasonings for remaining quiet wondering if he had been the one plotting this all along. However, she couldn't dwell on it because the exchange between the other two picked up again.

Kelcifer continued. "Why don't you show him now? This marvelous invention you've found. And we shall see if I'm to be removed so easily." The wizard said, before joking with a tinge of sarcasm. "Point of fact, I have had half a mind to go on a long holiday for some time now anyway, so let your plots be done with already."

The princess couldn't be sure but clearly there was some underlying and unsettled feud between Mister Mattock and the wizard. She had hoped the wizard would embarrass him right then and there. The loud fool, she thought. Whereas, Kelcifer had been nothing but thoughtful and wise the entire time knowing him. It was he who saved Riju, and it was he who had the wits to delay the wedding. Nobody else had the sense to do that. Goddess's hell, none of her friends even spoke up to her defense.

Maybe he ought to give Purah a little lesson in humility as well, she smirked subtly. Zelda loved the Sheikah girl with all her heart, but she was careless when it came to certain things. Goddess knows she can do with a bit of reprimanding. Yet, even as she stewed on those thoughts Zelda shook them away, realizing maybe she had been a bit too critical of her friend. After all, she knew she couldn't help it. That was her nature to share knowledge or boast of her discoveries, so how could she blame her? She would be excited too. But still, there was a time and place. Impa knew this all too well as well about her sister while growing up together; and even she sat worried, wearing an agitated frown the moment the jolly Mister Mattock blurted the small truth from his mouth. Purah seemed not to care at all.

Mattock bellowed. "It can wait til the morrow! I'm sure our princess, wouldn't mind until then," he finished, a tinge in his voice. His souring tone was hardly noticeable, but Zelda could tell. Something was up, but it would have to wait. The drunken Purah was already changing the subject, so all she could do was nod and reply. "Indeed, it can wait."

It couldn't be helped that Purah was letting loose, she had forgotten she was in the body of a child after all and her best drinking days were far behind her. Not that Zelda minded, she was happy for it. Tonight, was a night of celebration.

---

"You there, why don't you join us humble folk by our fire!" Called out a man surrounded by a swarm of maybe twelve of his fellow soldiers. The others laughed off his sassed appraisal of their band of warriors. They were anything but humble. A motley crew at best. Link hesitated before slowly turning to face them. He had been on his way back to the party pavilion and was just outside of it. Then it hit him. Earlier he had been suited up like a gallant noble sir from some faraway kingdom, but now, he looked like one of them. A mere soldier. Less even. A mercenary at best. For his gear was mismatched, worn, and in dire need of replacing. Theirs at least fitted them right and still shone with the glare that was eager for more use. So, of course they would welcome him to share in their splendor. The soldier hollered again. "C'mon, come and have a drink with us! You know you want to!"

Link searched his thoughts and realized it was still early. No later than ten thirty in the evening if he had to wager a guess. He also wasn't one to be rude. So, he tepidly stepped toward them, his boots crunched the grass as he made his way to their bench they had placed outside and figured he would just oblige them and get this over with. There was no harm in it and besides, the princess would certainly still be busy with the affairs of the kingdom before any real celebration would begin, at least before the main spectacle that Simon had promised from a traveling troupe of mummers and juggling jesters. Not to mention, he was wary to join her anyways for fear of embarrassing himself with his state of dress now. Earlier he had looked like a noble lord or at the very least an anointed knight but now it would be hard pressed for anyone to pick him out from even this lot of soldiers. If they could at all. It would be better for him to sneak back to the table when the show began, when the fire dimmed and everyone's attention was on the performers, he reasoned. His presence would be less noticeable that way.

The soldiers had their own sliver of roast meat, though being a waterfowl, cooking over a spit above orange embers and its succulent aroma perfumed the air. Link's belly howled like a hungry wolf again in protest. The poor knight was starving. Next to them was also a large barrel that they used to pour themselves golden ale and beside that stood two straw hay bales, each with a round, tri-colored cork board fashioned into a target used for throwing knives, arrows, or any other pointed blade. That was when he realized what this was all truly about. Gambling.

The man congratulated Link as the others cheered on his approach. "That's a good lad! Now, here is a man that knows opportunity when he sees it! He probably means to win a game or two and make off with our riches. But we will show him, won't we boys?"

All Link could do was lift his lips barely to offer a faint smile in reply. Before he knew it, men drew at their purse strings, flinging glistening gems of green and blue rupees atop the bench. They were serious, Link realized. Even a few bright red ones lay among them, though they were far sparser. It was quite the offering. Soldiers didn't make much money, and this here could have paid for at least a year's worth of service in the Royal Guard. Granted, if it still existed of course.

Link coughed up a light chuckle and spoke, rubbing his nose. "I'm afraid my brothers that I don't have quite the sum to match your bets. So, I apologize for getting your hopes up, but I won't be able to join in the contest as of now—"

"—That's quite alright! I'll cover your wagers. And if you win, I'll even share half the earnings with you. How does that sound, eh?" A man hollered up from behind him coming from around the back of another tent adjacent to the party pavilion. He must have just visited the loo.

"And what do I owe this honor?" Link asked, raising a brow of suspicion as the man approached, his gaunt, pale white face now bathed in a red glow by the smoldering fire. "Why trust your fortune to a man you never met?"

The man leaned into his ear to whisper to where only he could hear, stooping just an inch as he was taller than Link. "Because if this man can slay Malroc the Terrible, then pinning a few sticks to a bullseye made of hay hardly a piss away should be no trouble for him."

Link lifted his head and may have raised a brow in fair agreement but did the man have to belch in his face when he spoke? The stench of his drunken breath made Link desperate for some fresh air, so he spun away to face the others and said nothing.

The other man called out again. "So? Do we have a match or what?"

The game was simple. Whoever can score as many bullseyes from a short distance, with their good eye covered wins. Of course, there were other things to consider as well. Distractions were encouraged and each attempt was timed by how quickly he could make his shots before the other could finish a tall mug of ale. At the end of each cup, the other would be forced to stop their attempts and drink until their turn came again to gather more bullseyes. There were a total of three drinks to be had. Whoever gets the most red dots out of three drinks, wins.

Link realized he hadn't planned on getting drunk, nor did he really drink much. Even in his past he scarcely did so, and usually only when duty demanded. Drinking in excess slowed the senses and dulled the mind. A dull blade is a weak blade, he remembered from one of old Athelon's lessons. A knight's focus should always be sharp and at the ready, just like his weapon. Oh, how he wished he could have backed out now. If not, he would certainly have to eat a large meal afterwards to cancel out whatever brew effects may overcome him. Especially, before returning to the princess's presence. There would be no fools made of this evening, he thought.

The knight nodded and several fellows gathered up what was needed for the game, mugs, knives, and blindfolds. Link stretched out his hand before agreeing. "Wait a minute, who am I to challenge against?"

"Me." Declared a voice from the back of the huddled group. Out came a slender man, roughly Link's size and age with scraggly dark hair that touched his shoulders. His eyes were amber, and his nose was bent, but Link could tell that he had skill. Something about him just rang true.

"Very well, then, one match only. I only have time for one."

The man who orchestrated the event nodded gleefully with a mischievous grin. "Of course! That's all we ask." His tipsy friends hooted in agreement, eager for the game to begin. "Now, any other brave souls out there willing to wager some rupees and go back home a rich man to their lady? Before we begin? Last chance!" He finished, hand cupping his ear as he stood one foot atop the bench waiting for a reply from the crowd.

Several others also just joined the spectacle and coughed up a few more rupees. The slate of bets was now two to one against Link. The knight paid no mind and there was no risk to him, except maybe a loss of sureness of foot afterwards, thanks to the brew. And if all goes well, he might even come out on top a little richer. In any case, he just wanted to get it over with so he could eat and return. Well, here goes nothing, he thought.

"Okay, men, ready your mugs, get set…. begin!" Hollered the ringleader. Link was first to try for the target. Obnoxious soldiers howled in his ears and mugs rattled the table beside him as they cheered. He was given a cascade of throwing knives and each time he tried to place a direct hit to the target for some unexplained reasoning, they would not stab through. One after the other they would crash into the corkboard, bounce, and then thud onto the grass.

The frustration mounted on his shoulders like an anvil, and he had yet to pierce a single bullseye. What was the matter? He thought. Link's temper was slow to anger but this was ridiculous. Before he knew it, it was the other man's turn and his time to drink the ale.

Things weren't looking good. Not a single bullseye was made on Link's target whereas the other man had already scored a half dozen.

The ringleader howled, eager for his jackpot because the end was in sight. "What's the matter? You southerners can't keep up with us!?"

The rest of the men guffawed and hollered, offering clever insults when Link would make his attempts. Until, finally, something clicked inside the knight's head, it all just dawned on him. They were cheating. No way could this brigand outmatch him. Link wasn't cocky, but he knew his abilities and this man was not the better soldier. Something was amiss. Link hesitated from taking his turns and suddenly the group fell quiet until the leader spoke again. "Well, what's the matter? Is my man from Draene too quick for ya? Looks like you boys down here near the capital need some practice."

Link removed the bandage that covered his eye and paced calmly over to the target. "Not quick enough…." He muttered, angered by the deception. Using a fist, he knocked against the corkboard and instantly, everything made sense.

"Hey, what are you doing! Get away from that! You have no right to pause the game—"

"Shuddup!" Shouted the other fellow who backed Link with his purse. "Let the lad show us all!"

Link turned around and glared. Everyone's eyes were glued on him. The tension in the air could have been sliced by a knife and he ripped the corkboard off the target revealing a solid plate of iron behind where the bullseye lay.

"No, don't do that! You mustn't!" Shouted the charlatan again. Link stepped lightly over the grass. Each crunch beneath his feet drew a nervous bead of sweat down the forehead of the man who watched him. Finally, beside the other haybale he removed the target as well and lo and behold, nothing but loose straw behind it. Everything had become clear, these two were in-cahoots, robbing the others of their fortunes by cheating.

The men who betted against them riled in anger, turning all their focus to the man and his champion. Things were about to get violent.

The ringleader cowered, swallowed, and spoke to clarify. "Now, now, let's not all be hasty…. I'm sure it was just a mistake! I didn't put the plate of metal there." The others weren't buying the story and stepped even closer, ready to pounce him. "It was him!" He shouted, fearing for his own neck and pointed to his partner who was contending against Link. "I swear it!"

The men didn't care and just as they were about to swarm him in a rush of beatings or worse, the man cried out. "Please don't! You can have the rupees! All of them!"

That wasn't enough to subdue their aggression. The others felt robbed, and they wanted justice.

"Enough!" Boomed a voice suddenly from the side of them. "That is enough!" Spoke a captain of the Draene Dagger Dragoons who walked among them. "You all need to make your peace here and now. I will not have soldiers of Her Majesty, kill each-other over some gems. What would she think of it? And be lucky she can't see this pitiful show or all of you would be thrown into the dungeons if I had anything to say about it."

"Oh yeah? What gives you the right to order us to do anything!" Shouted a man who was still eager to throw blows.

"We serve Illiastar! We don't have to listen to the likes of you!" Hollered another from the huddle, affirmed by the nods and murmurs of a few of his companions as well.

"No, you're right, you don't have to, that is true. But, if you want to keep your head on your shoulders, you jolly well ought to." The captain spoke. He then whirled to face his men of the group, the two cons. "Return the rupees and make your amends. And once you're finished, I want you both doing drills at the edge of camp for the rest of the evening—Once you've paid back every rupee you stole." The men all stood silent and listened.

"NOW." He commanded. Link sighed and was happy it didn't come to violence and just as he was about to walk away, the captain spoke up beside him. "You there, come have a drink with me inside. Just one."

Link replied respectfully. "I already have had quite a bit, sir—"

"Then one more won't kill you. Besides, I want to meet the man behind the legend. You are the knight of no banners, right?"

Link nodded cautiously but the man who wagered for him blurted out the truth. "Aye, this is him!"

"Very well then, come along. I've heard many a story about you and from what I saw here tonight, you should have made every bullseye. My table is just inside. Come have some meat and mead while we discuss your talents."

Link could hardly argue so he shrugged his shoulders and followed the man into the grand tent.

---

Zelda's face flushed red as a hydromelon as she tried to hold back the laughs with all her might. Riju had just told a joke and Purah spat out the contents of her cup through her nose all over the floor. Even the usually stern Impa was giddy with smiles.

"There you go sis! I never thought I'd see the day where you'd smile again!" snorted Purah. "I thought I'd have to live another hundred years just to see it happen!"

"Fortunately, for me, you won't have to wait that long. I'm ready for my long sleep. My eternal rest."

Zelda's smile dimmed. "Don't say that Impa! Why, you have plenty of strength left! You'll outlive us all!"

"It's alright child. I've lived a long and fulfilling life. And besides, I miss my late husband. One day, once you've had a family of your own, you'll understand. Besides, you all have so much to live for now and my role is nearly finished. Finally, peace in our time."

The sentiment of the room went serious for a brief time, when Purah spoke again. "Okay buzz kill, it's not like you're leaving any time soon! Enough of the drama please."

Zelda smiled and Paya spoke up of all people. "Grandmother, you know you can't leave us yet. Not before the wedding! You would never miss out on that-"

Realizing she spoke too soon on the touchy matter, the young Sheikah girl quickly corrected. "-I mean, what I mean is—"

Zelda finished for her. "-It's fine Paya. I've reconciled to the fact that I'll have to prepare for it eventually. Though, I must admit it's not what I desire as of now, nor do I think I ever will, but I will do what I must for my people. And if that means your grandmother will have to stay with us longer to see the day come to pass, then all the better for it." she said, lifting her goblet for a toast. "Now, tonight we celebrate. Peace in our time!"

Those gathered around her hurrahed and lifted their drinks in a cheer. Ladies of the court would return atop the dais for a break from dancing to gossip on which of the men were the better dancers, charming overall, or more interesting. So far, they hadn't been too impressed with who've they tested out. But all hope wasn't lost yet, the night was still young, and they were motivated to find out. Then after a quick round of refreshment and second wind they would return for another round to take turns with the soldiers who were eagerly waiting for them. And that was when Purah spoke into Zelda's ear. "So, princess, why don't you take a load off and go for a dance down below? The musicians have already played several slower songs. You're the only one that hasn't done so yet. There's plenty of decent ones to choose from!"

Zelda rolled her shoulders, looked away bashfully and took a polite sip yet again. "Well, Purah, I don't know. I don't think it would be proper of a princess to dance alongside her soldiers. Even if they kept a respectful distance away."

"Oh, c'mon!" Egged on Riju also. "Don't give us that! It's just a dance, it's just for a bit of fun and it doesn't mean anything. Besides you're the princess! You make the rules tonight. And I doubt any of those voes would dare try to do anything hasty."

"Also, I'm not so sure if I can, Simon or one of the others here may need me for something," the princess said, nodding over to the other end of the table where Taleran, Simon, Mattock and several other of the lords were gathered, speaking with one another, discussing the future.

"Sheesh, those men have been so busy talking about their plans to conquer the world over there that I think they forgot we're even here. C'mon princess!"

Purah interjected. "We all know why you're not jumping off this deck to go down there! You can't fool us, princess. But, if ol'Linky is going to keep you waiting all night, then I say, you snooze, you lose. Time for you to have some fun! You've earned it."

Little did they know that since the hall had been so busy with commotion, Link was already at the pavilion among them sitting at a table at the very end. Zelda and the others hardly noticed his arrival and couldn't see where they sat because their view of the bench was obstructed by dancers, performers, and soldiers parading around doing all sorts of revelry.

---

The captain sat beside Link and spoke. "Now, I hear you have a talent for the sword? We're always in need of a good man like you among my ranks. I know I can sure use the help whipping this lot into shape from time to time. They may not be the most disciplined bunch, but they are the scrappiest warriors you'd ever meet, and that's the truth. And the pay is good if there's action."

Link sat quietly and listened, sipping slowly from his mug, too polite to break away just yet. The man continued. "Yep, I'd say, hold on a second—" he paused, interrupted by some others nearby who were causing a distracting ruckus.

In that instant a bunch of other soldiers at the table were also drinking, shouting, and jesting with one another as rowdy as ever. One of the men was feeling fresh and sloshed his mug down on the crumb laden table, about to give a declaration to his throng of fellow soldiers that huddled around him.

"Well, I wasn't sure before coming along on this suicide quest if it would be worth our while but hoo-boy, I couldn't have been more wrong!" the man hooted, taking a wide munch from a stiff roll of bread, lifting it high in the air above the heads of the others, pointing it into the direction of the princess's table.

The man chased his bite down with a gulp of ale leaving a trail of foam down his chin. Using his sleeve he wiped it and continued. "I'd say this journey was worth every trudging step through those dying mountains. I can see now why so many high-borne were so willing to break their knees for this princess. I mean, for goddess sakes, just take a gander at her! With lips and a sweet smile like that to warm you up on a chill night like this-"

His comrade beside him spat, wearing a gotcha grin. "Oh, Warf, stop pretending! We all know you're not interested in her lips! At least, those aren't the ones you're wanting to see. C'mon now, what you mean to say is that you fancy that little round ol' sweet peach of hers bouncing around. But who can blame ya? Who wouldn't want a taste?"

Other men gathered nodded in agreement and some even chuckled devilishly at the idea. Link on the other hand only sat quietly but he couldn't help but slam his mug down on the table clenching a fist to his side. His anger brewed but found a way to sit still. He couldn't go around and assail every ne'er-do-well or foul-mouthed scoundrel every time they spoke crudely in private. So, he held back the boiling urge to say something.

The rambunctious friend continued. "Not to mention, as if that isn't enough blessing from the goddess, I heard that the lucky bloke who gets to tame her also gets to have a crown placed on his head! You hear that nonsense? First, they're going to reward him with a lady like that to bed and then they're going to make him ruler over us all!"

Another concurred. "I know right! Old wind bag Mattock is dreaming if he thinks that our Lord Commander is the only one who has an eye at mining that treasure of hers. I bet that there's not a noble from here to Hera who hasn't signed up to claim a piece of her pie."

His friend continued. "Well, they better get in line because Lord Daneyrio will set them all straight! Just you wait and see. There's not a sword in the entire kingdom that could touch him. Not a one!"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that; or haven't you noticed?"

"Huh?"

"He has hardly shown any interest in her all night. I'm not so sure he even has an eye for her at all."

Warf interjected. "Well, good! Then that means she is free for me then…." The man sloshed a gulp back and licked his lips at the thought of it aloud. "Man, oh man, what I would give just for thirty-seconds alone with her. Those spoiled lucky lords don't know how good they have it. Here we are, doing all the work to keep these lands safe, and they get rewarded with women like that. And what do we have to show for it? Nothing!—Goddess, if only for a measly thirty-seconds, that's all the lovin' I'd need," he said longingly.

His friend mocked him with a howl of laughter. "Ha! Quit dreaming! The only love you can ever get from a woman is from your own sister—and I've seen your sister! They'd have to pay a blind man to want to spend time with her."

Warf stood up in a rage. "Shuddup' Tark, I isn't talking to you!"

Warf hollered back over the table. "That's funny, I didn't know you could talk. Hard to hear you speak with those rocks in your mouth!"

"Why you rookie!? I'll teach you to speak to me that way!"

"Sit your asses down and calm yourselves, both of ya!" the captain beside Link roared. He had enough and stood up, slamming down his mug, quaking the table. "Behaving like a bunch of wild vermin. Goddess almighty, I swear…. The princess went through all this effort to put up a celebration for you all and this is how you decide to repay her act of kindness. By going at each other's throats!"

The men quickly settled down after noticing the rank emblazoned in red on his tabard and sat to listen like obedient dogs. The captain continued with a huff. "By goddess, she is just a stone's throw away, seated alongside the commander and the others. I don't want her thinking my Dragoons are nothing but a bunch of ill-mannered buffoons from the rock country. Or worse, someone could hear your mouths!

"And with the way you two have been talking about her backside all night is more than enough to cast all of you into a black cell for an entire year. So, why don't you both spend some of that pent up energy, and find one of these other ladies in attendance to dance with? Or better yet, dance with yourselves! Since you're both so eager to get physical…. You either do that or I'll thump your skulls! Your choice!?"

"We meant no harm by it—"

"—You've done harm by speaking. Don't you know that this soldier here is about to skewer you both like that slab of cattle on this table if you didn't shut up? I won't even have to lift a finger," the captain said, pointing to a hunk of sliced beef on the table. A fair representation of what they would end up like if they so much as thought of continuing their banter.

"What? Him?" Warf mocked, raising a brow to assess Link from afar. The other men were also quick to size him up.

"Yes, him!" The captain stomped. "If you both weren't so stupid, you'd know the entire time you've been sitting next to the princess's own appointed knight…." he said with a scowl. "You would have known that if you'd fought today! He's been hearing an awful lot of your filthy dribble this evening and I bet he just might want to settle the score right here and now and be done with you."

"I say let him try! Nobody can beat a Dragoon!" Warf shouted. "If he's looking for a fight, I'll take him on myself."

Link didn't back down and just continued to slice his portion of meat, unfazed by their taunts. His stomach gurgled and nothing was going to get in his way of eating, even a handful of drunken brigands.

"Hey, you hearing me, boy?" he said, hovering over Link's shoulder with a clenched fist and grimace. "Why, you're barely even a man!" he scoffed, and laughed. "I've been fighting and slaying moblins since before you were born!"

Link calmly sat his fork down and he glared forward, pausing to assess what he should do. Should he single-handedly embarrass this fool or let it go? The choices we have in life. His eyes slowly blinked. "I doubt that," he said under his breath.

"What did you say! Speak up!"

There were a few taunts left for the knight to endure. "What I said was, is that I think you're—"

"—That's enough!" Shouted the captain, raging out from his seat. "Are you stupid or something? This man is the princess's own protector!"

At the command of their captain, the man fell back, and his comrades quickly cowered behind him with their tails tucked.

Simultaneously as the captain boomed his order, out of nowhere from the small crowd of men, coming from the front of the party floor, a sweet voice greeted them all. "Easy there, brave warriors! I know the war is over but are you all so thirsty for battle that it can't take a break for one night?" She then faced Link, singling him out of the group. Though he was preoccupied, she continued under her breath. "So, the princess's protector, eh? Now I see."

Link just stabbed a tender cut of meat with his fork and flavorful juices began to drip down, just begging to be eaten when the captain spoke to him. "I hope you can forgive the outbursts of my men. They've had a long journey today and may have had a bit too much a drink tonight. But I promise you they will behave themselves the rest of the evening and watch what they say. You have my word," the captain said, turning to glare at his men. "Won't you boys?"

"Yes," they all affirmed. Meanwhile, the lady still stood waiting for all of them to finish and address her. Sheesh, are men always this competitive when they drink?

Link nodded back to the captain, happy to let bygones be bygones. Expecting a bite of bliss, he was just about to scarf down the savory morsel when her angelic voice spoke again from behind, this time directed at him, causing him to drop his fork to go clank on the table. "I had a feeling I'd run into you again."

He was so on guard earlier that he didn't notice her yet. The poor young man winced in hunger but knew better than not to address the person in kind. He slowly spun where he sat and so did the rest of the men at the table. Link's gaze slowly lifted from the bottom of her black leather boots, further up the tight curve of her brown adventuring pants, past the bust of her green corset until his view met the glistening, sapphire shine of her eyes.

It's her again! Link could hardly speak, robbed of words so the captain hastily spoke instead. "Why, milady Marin, a pleasure it is to have you grace us with your presence here at my table," he mumbled, trying to get it all out. "I apologize on behalf of everyone for the poor display of military discipline seen here. It won't happen again. Me and my men are honored to welcome you."

The captain bowed his head and silently glared at his troops to do the same until all that who was left not bowing was Link. The young man was too caught up by her approach to do anything.

Ignoring the captain's praises, she batted her eyes again at Link. "So, there you are, Grasshopper…. I was wondering when you'd show up and now, here you are! This entire time. Now, I must admit, that was quite the clever disguise you put on earlier, it nearly fooled me. Nearly!"

The captain gave a two over glance from her to Link, unaware what was going on.

She replied sweetly to him. "At ease, it's all right commander. I've seen much worse than this lot. I'm not like the other ladies here. I even command a host of men myself. I've been raised to lead since I was seven years old."

"Right!" Affirmed the captain with a reverent tilt of the head. Link just sat quietly still.

Turning all attention to Link, she spoke again, head raised in curiosity. "But, if you boys want to make it up to me, how about a dance with one of you? I can go for a good dance."

The men stood quiet and at attention and her gaze wandered the entire table. She quickly evaluated each one of them until finally ending her search on Link. "How about you, the one that started it all?" She said, eyes locked on him. Now's my chance.

"S-started it?" Link said, dumbfounded that he could've been blamed for this misunderstanding. "I was just minding my own business when—"

The captain spoke for him. "He would love to milady and would be honored!" The man firmly pat Link on the back as he sat, cuing him to rise up from the bench.

"Lovely! I knew you had it in you!" She squealed, wearing a giddy, gleeful smile. "Now! Let's begin shall we!" Forcing her way behind Link before he could hardly get out from his seat, scooting him with a playful shove to move him along to the dance floor. "We'll be right back boys!" She hollered back over her shoulders. The captain and the others cheered Link on with a raised mug for goodluck.

"Well, just hold on a minute—" Link said, eyes wide. But there was no helping it, once this girl made up her mind, it was fixed. So, before he knew it, he was on the dance floor, surrounded by a swarm of others who were also tapping their feet to the beat of the musicians. Some were rowdy, others mellow, Link on the other hand had no clue what to do. He wasn't a dancer. He was a warrior. Marin stepped closer to him, and he felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his brow for the way she pierced his soul the way she glanced at him.

The boy was a deer in torchlights and had no idea how to react in this situation. He didn't want to be rude, and he didn't want her to get the wrong idea. More than that, he wanted to get back to where the princess sat with the others. These delays had gone far enough. But, no matter how much he tried to get the words out, he couldn't. Curse my slow tongue, he thought.

The girl moved even closer and spoke. "So, have you ever danced before, Grasshopper?" she said while letting out a sideways chuckle. "Speaking of which, do you have a name, or should I keep calling you Grasshopper?"

On one hand Link wanted to respond but on the other he was watching above to the dais, where the princess's table was. She was still busy in conversation surrounded by her court of lords and ladies. Except Marin. She hasn't noticed him yet. Link hated to be rude or callus, so he thought it best to allow time for just a single dance. That wouldn't hurt, he thought. At least, then, he could buy time until he can devise a way to break away. So, he cleared his throat of his nervousness and spoke. "Um, yeah…." He's never been close to a girl other than Zelda before and this made him feel strange. A new feeling welled up in his belly.

"Marin blinked. "Um yeah? That's your name?"

"No, I mean…. My name is Link, son of Tye."

"I knew it!" She said, raising a proud fist in the air. The musicians were just about to begin another tune and others started to fill the floor around them. Link's back was now to the dais and Marin poised herself in front of him. There they stood and waited for the melody to begin. Her gaze looked up to him again and he gulped. She continued. "Not much of a disguise I'd say. I had a sneaking suspicion it was you when you mentioned the stag earlier, but now I know. Boys, they think they're so clever."

"…. Well, I wasn't hiding milady."

"Are you sure about that? Hmm?" She leaned. "Maybe not from me but you were definitely hiding in some way or another. Hiding who you are perhaps, or where you're from?

"If you say so, miss Lady… Tar-bell." Link said, pronouncing her name differently than the others have done thus far. Realizing his mistake, he choked feverishly to correct himself. "I mean— "

But she spoke, interrupting him with a shushed finger to his lips. Link's face flashed red. "—About time one of you southern boys, got my name right! I thought this whole time I'd be staying here at the capital, I would never hear it said correctly. That I would be forced to endure the bastardization of my family's legacy without end," she said, with a whimsical and hyperbolic shrug away from him. Link swallowed again, unsure what to say to that, still unable to tell how serious his offense may have been. Then as he was about to console her, a red blush at her cheeks pulled at her lips, forming a deviant, seductive smile, one that made the knight slightly uncomfortable. She had been teasing him.

Marin chewed her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes, leading his gaze to her ocean blue eyes. "Not that I care too much about my family's legacy though. That is my father's problem to deal with. But, who knew that it would be you who would be the one of all these to figure me out? Well, to be truthful, I'm not surprised, you do look like quite the clever one. After all, one has to be if they are going to hunt stag at night."

The music suddenly began, and everyone started to move in swirling motions around them. "Well, time to go!"

Link forced the words out. "I have a confession, milady."

"Yes?" she blinked, his arms modestly holding to her shoulders.

"I really don't know how to dance!"

"Oh? Well, then, you're in luck, I'm a great dancer! It's simple and really quite easy. Here, I'll show you. Just do this!" And before Link could react, she was already forcing his hands down the small of her back, inching his fingers closer just above the top of her curvy lady bump.

She leaned in close to his chest and lifted her head to whisper to him sweetly. "Here, all you have to do is touch my body and move in time. Then…" she paused, a seductive breath away. The bottom of her waist gravitated to the warm, strong, yet gentle embrace of his hold and Link couldn't pull away. He was stunned and didn't expect this sort of dance. The polite knight didn't know what to do or how to let her loose without insulting her. Not that he didn't like being close to such a beautiful woman, he did and that was the problem, he may have enjoyed it and didn't want to. She finished, tickling his ear with a whisper as she danced on her tippy toes to reach him. "—Then… let the music set you free."

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At that instant, Zelda finally took a moment from her discussions to happily gander down the raised deck to where everyone was and to her quiet surprise, she saw Link's back to her, surrounded by a gathering of others partying—and most shocking of all, locked in the embrace and dancing steps of another girl! The Lady Marin Tarble. Zelda's heart sank to her stomach and others around her were oblivious, still trying to converse with her, their words swirling in a fog of nonsense around her head for she could hardly listen to them. She was stunned by what she was witnessing and didn't know if it was jealousy or just outright confusion. A warm pulse hit her temples and her hands trembled where she sat. The sudden rush of confusion dulled her senses and she instinctively drained her cup to settle the nerves as a self-defense mechanism. There she sat looking at anyone else around who would be suitable for a dance of her own.

The princess' scoured the table as others were talking, each not what she would have hoped for a partner in a dance until—

—Until her eyes fell upon the silent, young lord Daneyrio. Her neck craned over to see what he was up to at the end of the table. There he sat alone. This entire time he'd been entrenched in his own thoughts, staring quietly into his mug unamused by the other lord's back and forth in front of him. What is he doing? She wondered.

Zelda couldn't put her finger on it but this Danyrio was very different then the hot headed, boastful buffoon Arasmus was from her memory a century ago. Unlike the impressively rude, callus tongued, pompous wannabe prince that he was, this young man was mild mannered and had a humble kindness in his eyes. Like that of a common stranger would have when helping someone stuck out in bog along the road. A man who carried himself with a willing spirit and moved about with a sense of duty. He was very formal but even with that, his eyes shone with a hint of dejection as if he didn't want to be there at all or that perhaps like others in attendance, he had too much responsibility placed on his shoulders.

For most of the evening he remained still and appeared to be elsewhere in his own mind. In fact, if she had to summarize him best, her first impression of him reminded her a lot of how Link was when she first met him. Before he opened up to her, of course.

It was very curious how two people who look nearly identical save be there names and several passing generations of bloodline, could behave and act so different. Quite a mystery indeed.

Even still, Zelda couldn't help but wonder if it was just an elaborate deception. A clever camouflage to hide his true intentions. After all, Arasmus when she first met him wasn't the jerk, he quickly turned out to be. This could be a similar situation. Though, she would admit that unlike before, this young man seemed sincere. Even with Arasmus's placating and initial flattery, Zelda was never sure about his motives toward her. Because unlike his grandson, his eyes were as cold as the harvested stones from their land. No amount of empty sweet words could undo that.

But, there was no time to dwell on the past, so she shook her head at the thought of it. It doesn't matter. What mattered now is getting her mind off things.

And though she didn't want to disturb him, she couldn't resist the simmering surge of jealousy that sprang up within her. If Link thinks he is going to dance with other beautiful women, before he even does so with me, then I'm going to let loose and dance myself! Purah and the others are right! She thought.

Before she realized it, the words were already escaping her lips. "You there, sorry to disturb your…. whatever it is you're doing, but would you do me the honor of a dance this delightful evening?" she said, forcing the best happy cheer in her voice she could muster. All the while being consumed by the image burned on the back of her eyelids of what she just saw. Link and that Lady Marin locked in an embrace while they danced.

Mattock's ear twitched to the sound of her sweet request, set aside his conversation with the other lords and blundered to speak a word edgewise. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go on boy! Your princess has asked you out of everyone here for a dance! Show her that the men of the Stonelands are the best on and off the battlefield!"

Daneyrio lifted his head from his trance and glanced over to her. His stoic face slowly forming a soft smile. Zelda blinked once his gaze met hers. Well, he is handsome.

"It would be an honor indeed, my princess." he said in a low firm voice, tilting his head. The young man scooted out from his seat and strode beside her offering his hand for her to take. Zelda gulped. There is no turning back now, she thought.

The chivalrous lord led her gently down the steps of the deck by the hand and as they made their way, Mattock continued, hollering over the others, eager for his lord to seal the deal. "There you go lad! Show her the warrior waltz or even better, —the assassin's kiss!" The man roared happily as he spilled his drink over his shirt and the table. Others sitting at court also applauded this moment. The princess was finally celebrating.

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"Well, you have great rhythm Grasshopper—I mean, Link! That's half the battle!" Marin said, reassuring Link, trying to close the space between them. Link hesitated, but still whirled around with her alongside the melody, following her lead to the beat of the bards. The knight only nodded at her compliment and at that moment as she continued to speak over him with praises he barely bothered to listen to, he saw her from afar making her way. Zelda.

The princess was marching slowly down the dais, carried away by the arm by that mysterious man from Draene. Instantly, Link felt his heart leap in his throat. What is happening?

"Something the matter?" Marin said, slowing down the dance. Her eyes peculiarly watching Link as he desperately looked over her shoulder past the busy crowd of other dancers trying to see where the princess was heading to. The dance floor was spacious, and it would seem she was heading to the opposite side, away from him.

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Lord Daneyrio led the princess to a busy, yet open corner of the dance floor, atop a majestic red floral rug. Others cleared the way for them. Those celebrating were happy to give them space to dance alone and without interruption. The bards quickly noticed her presence and switched up the tune to that of a more elegant kind. A steady song that was far less rambunctious. Unbeknownst to Link, Zelda focused her gaze on him again and, disregarding the man she was with, she noticed he was still locked in the tender hold of that other girl, whirling happily away. Or so she believed.

All hell broke loose within her and she couldn't help but mirror exactly what that red haired vixen had done and aggressively pulled in Daneryio, catching him by surprise. She firmly placed his hands at her waist, not allowing him to slide away and then looked up to his eyes. He was taller than Link, by just a few inches. During all this, she could hardly even realize what she was doing. It was all instinct. A tit for tat that she couldn't restrain.

Daneyrio had a feeling something was amiss, but didn't have the nerve to break away just yet. After all, she was the queen to be. Who is he to deny what she wants? And if his house had any chance of earning any favor with her, he would do good to appease her wishes. And that includes dancing.

Then something happened, she did not intend. A natural rhythm overcame her body when the beat dropped and without any practice at all she led him in a dance. The kind only a professional would be capable of performing. The stoic lord was surprised indeed but nevertheless didn't let her down and kept up where she went and pulled.

As they turned and moved, stepped and whirled, they kept up with each other. Soon, spectators all around started to clap as they went around and round. A crowd had formed. Ladies were cheering and men were whistling. Until all that was left in the universe in their eyes were them two. And for that brief moment, Zelda imagined he was Link, for she would have wished it to be, and then…. The music stopped. Reality overcame her again and she found herself being held by the cold hands of a stranger. Not who she wanted at all.

"Uh, princess? Are you alright…" Daneryio whispered to where only she could hear. Their faces were only inches apart. The crowd went wild. Zelda slowly came to, blinking her eyes open to gaze up to his stoic eyes.

"Oh yes, why?" she breathed. Panting still from the fervor of the song.

"Because I can't feel my arm, you're squeezing it so tight," he said, politely pulling back, letting her loose.

She also backed away modestly, realizing how close they were and not how she intended. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I was just—"

"—It's alright, but wow… What a hold. Are you sure you didn't fight in the battle earlier today? Because with a grip like that, old Malroc wouldn't have had a chance, I just know it!"

"Well, I can be a tough one to deal with when I want to be. If you knew my father he'd be able to tell you all about it, I'm sure!"

Daneryio fought back the grin, as he finally was able to see a side of the princess that wasn't so serious all the time. They had finally joked with each other and found out that either weren't just a pair of dull logs hopping about. Coincidentally enough, she felt the same way and spoke first to the matter. "Is that a smile I sense pulling at your cheeks?"

"Uh, maybe, what's it to you?" He said, trying to dispel the notion that he could ever do such a thing.

"Nothing, there's no need to get defensive…" she said, beaming up to him.

"I'm not… I'm sorry… It's just, that I come from a land of stone. Our voices are as rough as the wind carved mountains of our homeland since the centuries before the breaking of the first dawn of time. And…" he lost the words to finish his thought.

"And?" she leaned, prying for an answer sweetly.

"I'm not accustomed to dancing with…" he pulled away, this time breaking away completely of her touch.

"With?"

"Nothing… It's nothing…" he coughed, clearing his throat. "I apologize if I was rude. I would never want to be rude to you."

"No, no, no, you're fine… it's just… you have a nice one, a smile that is…. you should wear it more often."

"You think so?"

"Yes… definitely…."

In that instant over his shoulder and from behind him, across the way, she saw that Marin was alone and Link had left. Where did he go!? Realizing she had spent too much time getting acquainted with new faces, she lifted her head again to speak once more. "Thanks for having this dance with me Daneryio. You are kind to have indulged me. Even though I can tell you dislike to dance. But, I must retire now," she said, eager to break away.

Daneryio stepped back and bowed. "Of course, who am I to deny a princess?"

"A friend I hope one day." She said, with a warm smile.

"Well then, friend, it was my pleasure and I bid you good evening."

"You as well…" she finished and with that she departed from him and the musicians carried on their songs. She was now on the search for Link, wherever he had gone missing to. I have to talk to him and make things right.

Authors Note: Please leave a comment if you enjoyed this chapter and this story. One little bit left to close this volume, then I will start volume 2 of the story. I had to break up the chapter due to size. It was getting ridiculously large. Sorry for that. Thanks again for reading- Sky