Authors Notes: I'm sorry it took so long. I have been focusing on the audio version of the story and honestly, when I write I have to do a hundred revisions and write, and re-write over and over my initial draft. I'm not a good writer so I have to do this to make sure it's good enough for presentation. It's just the way I operate. My apologies. I hope that through that, you enjoy the finished outcome.
Why we failed pt. 18
Dilemma at Dawn
As the first light of dawn pierced the horizon, beams of sun slipped through a gap in the pavilion's sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow upon Princess Zelda's sleeping form. High in the steeples of the Citadel and the castle rookeries, bells tolled, heralding the day to all the people. Talk about a welcome to the day indeed, Zelda thought with a groan into her pillow. Fortunately, for her, the heavy bells only chimed three times.
Their she lay as warm light kissed her eyelids, slowly pulling her from the depths of slumber. Her golden hair, slightly tousled from sleep, framed her face like a halo.
Zelda's long lashes fluttered as she awoke, and after a long yawn with her hands reaching to the sky, she half-dared to ask for her maids to pull the drapes closed so she can get a couple more hours, or at least a few more minutes of sleep. Alas, she knew better. Instead, her eyes slowly blinked open to the soft, amber glow of the morning.
Today was the first day of the Trial of the Flame. There would be no more postponements. The looming trial of Courage awaited, and if she expected the initiates to have bravery in facing their tasks set before them, then she had little to complain about and should embrace her duty as well.
So, she stretched gracefully, her slender form outlined by the satin white nightgown that clung gracefully to her figure, its delicate folds accentuating her curves and the gentle rise and fall of her breath as she lay, blankly staring to the canopy of the pavilion, contemplating what to do next.
Instead of giving in to the protest of her body which begged for rest and the alluring temptation of a soft bed, with Gerudo sheets and a palatial feather pillow, she sat up against the headrest and with another dutiful yawn pushed herself up on one elbow, and reached for a small, ornate mallet resting on her bedside table. The mallet, carved from dark Deku wood and polished to a sheen, felt cool and reassuring in her hand. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she struck a flat, brass cymbal mounted nearby. The clear, resonant sound filled the tent, a melodic chime that signaled her need for assistance.
Moments later, the heavy curtains at the entrance of her quarters parted silently. Expecting to see her maids, a dark-haired boy entered instead, a servant bowing low as he approached. He was clean-cut, thin and tall as a post, and poshly dressed. He kept his eyes respectfully lowered yet couldn't help but sneak a peek at the princess's beauty, illuminated by the dawn's gentle light. Her elegance as she sat up in her bed stirred uncontrollable feelings in a teen lad his age, the morning sun casting a soft glow on her delicate features and exposed skin. Zelda felt anything but worthy of admiring eyes, and her cheeks reddened, almost daring to use her sheets to cover herself.
"Y—your Highness," the servant spoke softly, his voice carrying a tone of reverence. "H—how may I serve you?" he stammered, bowing low to hide his own blush.
Zelda, her eyes warm and kind, offered a gentle smile as she fought the embarrassment and frantically fixed her unkempt dangling hair with her hands. "I—I would like some cool water, please," she said, her voice as shaky as his. "And um, where are my handmaidens?"
"S—so sorry, your highness, they have gone to finish preparations for your morning and left me in their stead for only just a moment. My apologies, I will get you what you request, right away," he replied hurriedly, his tone deferential.
The servant nodded, bowing once more frantically before swiftly exiting to fulfill her request. Zelda instinctively held her hand to her mouth when he left, exhaled and tested her morning breath much to her shock. Not two steps after he departed did she call out for him from the other partition. "And I would like a hazel twig, sprig of spearmint and a dash of salt as well, please!"
She sighed softly, settling back against the pillows, the faint chime of the cymbal mingling with the servant's footsteps still resonating in the air as she awaited his return. The moment was peaceful, a gentle prelude to the day's tasks and trials. Though her moment of reflection would be promptly interrupted. No sooner than the servant left did he return with two other maidens following after who fussed over to take over.
The boy humbly tilted his head after setting aside the pitcher of water, and the spread of morning essentials. "Forgive my intrusion earlier, Your Highness. I'll be heading back now to the Master of Horses where I belong," he murmured, trying to mask his nervousness.
That's where I recognized him. I remember now, she thought. He was one of the many grooms tasked with taking care of royal steeds at the Grand Stables, of course. She gave him a farewell nod as he departed. No doubt she will be seeing him and many other working lads in the coming days. But she was glad now to be alone with her girls. Now she can remove the bedsheets without the risk of wandering eyes.
Zelda swiftly washed up with the help of her maidens and got dressed in a morning outfit which was more akin to that of an adventurer than the attire of a princess in court, though carried the quality a royal might expect. Her attire was a tailored ensemble which included a fine sapphire bodice, cream undertunic with puffy white sleeves, and beige travelers' pants. Completing her practical yet regal look were soft, knee-high boots laced up the front. Of course, she would have to return in the afternoon to change for a final time and wear a formal gown for the evening; but as for now, this would be suitable enough, she hoped.
Zelda's maiden laced her second boot and now she was ready for the day. But just as she nearly stepped off the dressing stool, she hopped where she stood. "Jun!" she said, startling her maids.
"Oh, my, how could I forget?!" The princess jolted, equal parts embarrassed and excited.
"Where's Jun, has anyone seen him this morning? I must wake him so we can break fast together before I meet with the others."
"Um, My Princess…" one of the girls said sheepishly, glancing nervously at Zelda.
"Yes?" Zelda questioned, raising an inquisitive brow.
"The young squire, well…"
"…?" Zelda's anticipation grew, her curiosity piqued.
"Well, he left leaving no word. In fact, he was gone before the dawn. When we awoke, he wasn't in his partition. It was like he just vanished. He even made his bed before departing," the maid explained, wringing her hands.
Well, at least he has some manners, there's hope! Zelda thought with a smile. She then stewed for a moment and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, that's odd, that he left without telling me. But I guess he may have gone on ahead to see Helmsworth," she mused aloud. "I'm sure whatever duties he has, he is tending to them. After all, today is the first major Trial of the Flame," Zelda then placed her hands at her waist, contemplating the matter more. "Though, I would have liked to break our fast with him, I'm sure he'll be alright. Thank you, Adeline, for telling me. I think we shall go now and see what Purah, and the others are up to."
"Yes, your grace, right this way," Adeline replied, leading the way out of Zelda's quarters, her voice carrying a note of eagerness to start the day.
In stark contrast to storms the night before, the clear blue morning sky stretched endlessly above the tourney grounds, a pristine canvas unblemished by clouds. The air was crisp, filled with the mingling scents of freshly baked bread, roasting meats, and the earthy aroma of dew-kissed grass. The royal camp was alive with the morning hustle and bustle, lords and ladies preparing for the day's events, their attendants scurrying about with trays of food, cups of fresh Romani milk, and intricate garments to try on for the day.
Princess Zelda, dressed in her adventuring attire that blended comfort with royal elegance, was led by her handmaidens through the bustling camp. The vibrant energy of the tourney grounds was sensational, with the clanging of metal from the blacksmiths' forges, the neighing of horses being groomed, and the cheerful chatter of people excited for the day's festivities.
As they walked, Zelda's thoughts were occupied with the hope of meeting her friends Urbosa, Purah, and Impa for breakfast. She looked forward to their company, seeking solace in their familiar presence amidst the politicking of the tournament. Her maids flanked her, their chatter soft and respectful, guiding her with gentle touches and murmured directions.
Suddenly, Zelda's attention was drawn to a scene that made her pause. There, in a makeshift training area, was Lord Arasmus, the lord of the Stonelands. Shirtless and wielding a wooden sword, he was engaged in a mock battle against three of his Dark Dragoons. His dark black hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead, and his deep blue eyes sparkled with intense focus. His fair complexion contrasted sharply with the ruggedness of his bare chest, lean muscles rippling under his skin as he moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned warrior.
Zelda couldn't help but feel a mixture of disdain and unwilling attraction. She loathed admitting to herself that his appearance stirred something within her, though however small it may be. His skill was undeniable, the way he deftly parried blows and countered with swift, mean decisive strikes was quite the spectacle.
Arasmus fought with an almost arrogant ease, his movements fluid and powerful. The wooden greatsword in his hand seemed like an extension of his body, each swing and thrust executed with a finesse that belied the brute strength behind it. At the cusp of manhood, Arasmus had the vigor and confidence of youth, barely having seen eighteen summers. His Dragoons struggled to keep up with his relentless assault, their efforts to match his prowess proving futile.
Although she hated to admit she would waste a solitary second noticing his martial abilities, Zelda couldn't help but compare him to Helmsworth. Arasmus's swordsmanship lacked the grace and honor she had seen in Helmsworth the day prior. His attacks bore a savage cruelty, striking his men harshly and employing tricks to outmaneuver them. Helmsworth and Arasmus couldn't have been more different in their demeanor and their talents on the battlefield—like the dueling sides of a coin.
Zelda's maids noticed her pause and turned to see what had captured her attention. They exchanged knowing glances, familiar with her complicated feelings towards the lord. They understood her predicament well. They knew that there was little doubt and after the festival, in all likelihood they were going to be wed when she became eighteen—and how torn she was about it. So, the girls giddily whispered amongst themselves, careful not to disturb her contemplation as they too marveled at the young Lord's abilities.
The princess's thoughts were a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She remembered every condescending remark Arasmus had ever made, every sly smile that hinted at hidden mockery. Yet, she couldn't deny the magnetism of his presence, the way his shirtless form, glistening with morning sweat, exuded a raw, primal allure that was difficult to ignore. I must be going mad, she thought. He's a fop. Surely, a little of last night's wine still having the better of me. Or perhaps, it was something more. She would never know or admit. Perhaps, it was normal for a young lady blossoming into adolescence to get carried away with such…. distractions and uncontrollable feelings.
As she stood there, watching him dominate the mock battle, she found herself begrudgingly admiring his abilities. Aside from Adeline, even her maids were now openly making compliments, trying to stir the witch's cauldron further. Zelda just shrugged and rolled her eyes at their prattling. His fair skin bore the marks of past battles, a testament to his experience and resilience. His deep blue eyes, intense and unwavering, were fixed on his opponents, a predator's gaze that once every so often would make a short glance at her, the connection of their eyes in those fleeting moments sent shivers down her spine.
The scene around them was lively, servants continued bustling with preparations while lords and ladies discussed the day's events over the smoldering embers of campfires, and the general hum of the camp preparing for the trials. The sounds and smells of the morning were a stark contrast to the focused intensity of Arasmus's training. Yet, in that small moment, everything else seemed to fade into the background for Zelda.
Finally, she came to her senses and tore her gaze away, chastising herself for being so easily captivated. With a determined sigh, she turned to her handmaidens. "Let's continue," she said softly, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "We don't want to keep the others waiting."
As they resumed their walk, Zelda couldn't fight the intrusive thought of glancing back one last time, her heart betrayed by a flicker of intrigue. She hated that she found him noticeable, hated that he could evoke such feelings in her. Hated that it was true. As she gave in, she caught his fleeting gaze once more piercing right at her. In that instant, the proud lord was caught off guard and was pelted in the arm by one of his subordinates during the distraction.
Zelda's eyes widened at the scene. The stave snapped with a loud crack against his shoulder and splintered onto the shallow grass, stunning Zelda and her maids to what he might do next in retaliation. Yet, nothing happened. He hardly flinched at all. Instead, he just continued watching her as a slow smirk began to tug at his lips. His men halted their assault, bewildered by his strong look toward the princess. His stare made her belly feel queasy. Perhaps she was just hungry. Or, perhaps, he made her uncomfortable. Whatever it was, the Lord finally called out to her as she stood there stiff like a statue among her friends.
"So, were you really going to walk on by without saying good morrow?" Arasmus's voice carried a playful challenge, his eyes still locked on hers.
Zelda could hardly react. Arasmus raised his hands, motioning his men to take a well-earned breather as he stepped closer to her, eyes still fixed on her taken-aback expression.
The princess blinked and cleared her throat. "Um, apologies, my Lord. I assumed you were busy with your Dragoons. After all, you were quite focused, to say the least."
"Until I saw you," Arasmus deflected smoothly, now only standing two yards away.
"Well, exactly, I didn't want to distract you from your concentration, and it seems I may have done just that. My mistake," Zelda replied, trying to keep her tone light and casual.
"Nonsense. If anything, your presence motivates me to do better," he said with a charming grin.
"Well," Zelda shrugged, forcing herself to maintain a pleasant demeanor, "I must admit, the tales about your skill are not without some merit. You are quite the portrait of a hero we all heard from in legend, My Lord." Zelda forced herself to say, her cheerful smile beaming at him. After all, she may have to marry this fop one day, so she might as well make the best of it for the time being. Better for a truce now than be enemies later.
Though the idea of that or being held in his embrace put a sour taste on her tongue. She knew the kind of man he was, or rather what sort of man he wasn't—a decent one. On second thought, mayhaps skipping breakfast might be for the best, she surmised. But deep down she knew better. She knew that wouldn't be enough to cleanse her palate; she feared lunch and dinner might be spoiled as well if the conversation were to continue.
"You're too kind, Princess, and you honor me," Arasmus bowed deeply, arm stretched across his belt in supplication. "But alas, you know as well as I that I am no legend—and, you can say it, my dear, they let me win."
"Sir?" one of Arasmus's men said, unsure if they heard him right, nor did they appreciate the idea that he would imply they allowed him to win when they were trying their best.
"Oh, no, I would never presume such a thing. Not from you. Never." Zelda replied coyishly, tainted by sarcasm. "In fact, I'm amazed you didn't take it upon yourself to join in the challenges yesterday or—today's trials. With talents such as yours, I mean."
Arasmus chuckled, combing a hand through his dark hair. "Ah, well, perhaps I wanted to give others a chance to shine. With me in the contest, it would have hardly been fair at all. After all, the people did come to witness an entertaining spectacle. It would have been over before it even began."
Zelda stared at him blankly, amazed how someone could be so in love with themself.
"Besides, when I wield my blade, it's for real."
Zelda raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with playful skepticism. "Is that so? Or perhaps you're just afraid of being bested in front of such a noble audience? I mean, we wouldn't want to shatter the people's mythos they have conjured up about you now, would we?"
Arasmus's smirk widened, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well aimed, Princess. You see right through me." He took a step closer, lowering his voice to a more intimate tone. "But in truth, like I said, I'd rather save my strength for the real battle to come."
Zelda's pulse quickened at his sudden proximity. He stepped forward without her nearly realizing. The shift in his expression from a smile to a stoic, almost threatening demeanor was unsettling. She pulled her hand away from his touch and took a small step back, regaining her composure. "Well, I suppose we'll have to wait and see if those important battles ever arise," she said, her tone a careful mix of challenge and diplomacy.
Arasmus's gaze softened slightly, sensing her discomfort. "Indeed, we shall. Until then, I'll continue to hone my skills and hope to earn your regard."
Zelda nodded, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. "I'm sure you will," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Arasmus stepped back, giving her space, he called to his men, "Alright, break's over. Let's get back to it."
Zelda watched him for a moment longer, her feelings a jumble of irritation and reluctant admiration. Then she turned to her handmaidens. "Shall we continue?" she asked, her voice steady once more.
The maids nodded, and they resumed their walk through the bustling camp, the morning sun warming their faces. As they moved towards the breakfast tent, Zelda couldn't shake the image of Arasmus from her mind. She hated how he could affect her so deeply, how his charisma and confidence seemed to seep into her thoughts despite her best efforts to resist. Is this the sort of spell he has on other girls ? Well, his viper's nectar won't work on me.
Zelda sighed, determined to focus on the company of her friends and the tasks ahead. Yet, a small part of her couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath Arasmus's charming facade and whether he was truly as insufferable as he seemed. Only time would tell, and she resolved to keep her wits about her as she navigated the complexities of court life and her own tumultuous emotions.
Link stirred in the cold, damp confines of the old cellar, his senses slowly awakening to the dank, stale odor of the room mixed with the faint scent of exotic herbs. The stone walls, once an oppressive sight during interrogations from the Rivercross Rebellion, now served as the backdrop to his recovery. The flickering light from a solitary torch cast long shadows across the room, as the stove burned out during the night, revealing shelves lined with ancient vials and jars, a testament to the makeshift infirmary's dual purpose. The distant, muted sound of trickling water from the sewers deep below added to the eerie atmosphere.
As he blinked away the fog of sleep, Link's vision cleared, taking in the details of the room. The slab he lay on was cold and hard, but the linen covering him provided some comfort. His body felt almost completely healed, a stark contrast to the agonizing pain he remembered from the tournament night before. The chamber was devoid of other patients, a silent and unsettling emptiness.
His gaze settled on a figure at the far end of the room. This was not the old, kindly cleric who had tended to his wounds last night. Instead, a man in his twenties stood there, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity. Perhaps, an apprentice, Link surmised but couldn't be sure. The acolyte's robes were grey also, yet pristine unlike the old man whose were worn and motheaten. Link couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off-putting about the way he moved, with a deliberate, almost predatory grace.
"Ah, you're awake," the man said, his voice smooth like silk but carrying an eerie undertone. He smiled, revealing teeth that seemed too perfect, too unnatural. "I've prepared a special medicine for you. It will aid in your full recovery. So, you can be rest assured you are in good hands." He turned back to a table cluttered with an array of strange ingredients: rare horns from unknown beasts, blackened roots, a sprig of Nightshade, and the glowing essence of what he could only guess looked like a gelatinous substance resembling Chuchus told about in fables.
"W—where is—?"
The cleric cut him off. "—The old man? Where do you think?" Link blinked back confused and the man chuckled curiously. "Asleep, of course. I'll be tending to you until he wakes."
Link watched warily as the cleric mixed the concoction in a fanciful silver goblet that didn't match any others of the room, the contents swirling into a thick, murky liquid. The man approached, holding the goblet out to him, that same unnerving smile plastered on his face. "Here, drink this. This final brew will restore your strength to maximum."
Link took the goblet, nodding politely. "Thank you," he said, his voice steady, though his mind raced with suspicion. Something about this man felt wrong, out of place. He glanced at the concoction, its surface slick and shimmering ominously. Link sat up slowly, his muscles no longer aching, wondering why he would even need this potion if he was already healed. However, not one to usually question authority, a trait drummed into him while training to be a knight, he put it to his lips about to take a swig when the door swung open again, this time it was his squire, Jun, who burst cheerful as ever. Link sat the goblet aside and watched as the boy bustled in.
The cleric's smile faltered as he watched the exchange between the two, distracting Link from his drink. "It sees you both have much to discuss, I'll leave you two to your matters. Remember, the potion and… goodluck today." He turned and exited the chamber, the heavy door creaking shut behind him.
"Sir, you're awake! About time! I've been waiting to see you all morning!" Jun exclaimed, his voice full of relief and excitement as he rushed over to Link's side.
Link couldn't help but smile at the boy's enthusiasm. "Good morrow to you too, Jun."
"So, they didn't kill you after all!" the boy said, cupping his chin in evaluation. "I guess that's good news!"
"What? Kill me?" Link slunk, taken aback by the notion. "And I'm glad you think so." Link sat up and faced Jun inquisitively. "But, Jun, who would want to kill me here? Have you learned more of the intruder at the tourney yesterday, the hidden assassin?"
"Not really, no." The boy cleared his throat. "It seems he acted alone and hasn't been found. And don't worry, the princess is more than safe." Jun coyishly took a step back and scratched the back of his head, attempting to change the subject. "I did what you asked." If only he knew who the assassin really was.
Link's eyes narrowed, suspicious of his explanation but eventually shrugged it off. The boy has always been a bit on the eccentric side.
"Well, anyway, I'm glad you're better. What say we get out of this place and head back to the tournament?" he suggested, his voice brimming with enthusiasm and distraction.
Link swung his legs off the slab, feeling a slight twinge of discomfort but overall, far better than he had any right to be. His eyes searched the room, looking for his belongings. "Jun, where are my clothes and armor?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Oh, them? Don't worry, I've already taken care of them," Jun replied nonchalantly, puffing out his chest with pride.
Link's eyes widened in surprise. "You what?"
"Yeah," Jun continued, clearly enjoying the moment, "I couldn't sleep well last night, so before the sun came up, I snuck out from camp, took them, and got my chores done early. I scrubbed and polished your plate, oiled your linkages and chainmail, and right now I am having kinks from your helm beat out at the smithy. Don't worry, I had a way to pay for it. A promise bit of the bounty you won! I made a deal he couldn't refuse. It should be ready when we return."
Link felt a mix of admiration and exasperation. "Jun! If you took my armor, and more importantly, my helmet, how am I supposed to disguise myself? The princess could be here at any moment and see us leaving!"
"I doubt that," Jun said confidently, waving off the concern.
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah, she's going to be quite busy this morning. I overheard that one Lord before the sun came up speaking to his men saying that he intends to take her on some long stroll to some Goddess spring."
"A what? Goddess spring? Who?" Link asked.
"That Lord Arasmus jerk, who else!" Jun clarified with a scowl as if he could see him right now.
"But, I thought—"
"—Nope. She'll definitely be busy," Jun said, with an affirmative nod as if his hearsay was gold. "But enough of that, we need to get ready ourselves. I've got all your gear ready for today's trial."
Link sighed, appreciating Jun's efforts but knowing the boy's work had been in vain. "Um, Jun, that's good and all of you to fulfill your duty, but this trial, I won't be needing my armor from yesterday."
Jun's face went pale, his jaw nearly hitting the floor in disbelief. "But I thought—I worked so hard all morning," he stammered, looking as if he was about to burst into exaggerated tears.
Link placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "For which I thank you, but I'm sorry. Pledges are required to wear cadet uniforms for these trials and also—"
"—Huh?" Jun's confusion deepened.
"I also won't be able to have a squire during the test."
"Then what am I going to do!?" Jun exclaimed, his frustration evident.
Link chuckled softly, appreciating the boy's dedication. "Don't worry. Once I get knighted officially, you will remain my squire."
"No, I mean, what am I going to do today if you'll be busy?"
Link smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, for now, you can still help me. There's one last thing for us to do. It's only during the trial itself that I must act alone. Are you up for the challenge?"
"You bet!" Jun exclaimed, accidentally knocking over the goblet on the table, spilling its mysterious contents. "Oops, sorry."
Link's gaze shifted to the spreading puddle on the floor. "You know, I was supposed to drink that, Jun. It was medicine."
Jun dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "It's fine, I'm sure you don't need it anyway."
"How do you know?"
"Well, you look well enough to me. Anyways, why does it matter, you'll be strong enough later for the trial."
Link grunted as Jun folded his arms across his chest. "Pfft, I'm sorry alright, can we go now? Before that strange priest comes back."
Link relented with a shrug, agreeing but not willing to let the boy know. "Okay fine, but once were out of here, first thing I'm doing is breaking my fast. I'm starving."
"You're always hungry, Sir."
"Well, excuse me if I wasn't the one stuffing my face last night during a feast, when he should have been scouting for that mysterious assassin." Link shot back.
"How do you know he was an assassin anyway?"
"How do you know he wasn't?"
"Well, for starters, what sort of assassin saves your skin when a Dragoon was about to do you in dirty?"
"Call it a feeling."
"You know, he is probably on our side," the boy said back confidently.
"And what side is that?"
"I dunno, the good side, I supposed."
Link gave a hint of a small grin. "Well, in any case you should have found out more information during the feast."
The boy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defiantly and looking away. "Yeah, whatever. You would've done the same if you were there. You didn't see what they cooked up. Not even a Goron could've refused a spread like that. And they eat rocks!" Jun spun back around, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't pretend you wouldn't have either," he added, his tone a mix of teasing and certainty. "Anyway, we need to hurry. Although the princess is busy, she may return sooner than we expect."
"Right," Link nodded, a sense of urgency tugging at him. "I also need to see my father too."
With their plans set, Link and Jun quickly made their way to the door, their footsteps echoing in the eerie silence of the dungeons. The cold, damp air clung to their skin, a stark contrast to the lively world awaiting them outside. They navigated the dimly lit corridors with caution, careful to avoid any unwanted attention. As they finally stepped out onto the castle bailey, the fresh morning air greeted them, carrying with it the sounds of the ongoing tournament festivities.
However, their plan to make a quick escape hit an immediate snag.
A noisy crowd had formed just outside the main wall that encircled the city, spilling down the road leading to the festival grounds. The Queen's Meadow, unlike the day prior, had seen a major uptick in security—likely due to the bizarre events of the previous day, when a mysterious assailant had escaped detection during the tournament's climax. The tension in the air was manifest, with citizens of all races, ages, and creeds pushing forward, each trying to expedite their entrance.
A Hylian guardsman, his voice booming above the ruckus, shouted orders to the huddled masses. "One at a time may enter through the gates, after they identify themselves! By order of Lord Danarus, Chancellor to the King!"
Link groaned, the rumble of his stomach mirroring his frustration. "Ugh, we'll never make it in time to the mess tent." His knees buckled dramatically, eyes glistening with exaggerated tears. "Not with all this hustle and bustle. By the time we get there, all that's left will be boiled leather—I just know it." The prospect of waiting until lunch just to eat a morsel was nigh unbearable.
In his haze of hunger, Link's focus drifted, and he found himself trudging lethargically through the throng, barely registering the mass of bodies pressing forward.
Suddenly, Jun snapped his fingers, a spark of an idea lighting up his face. "That's it!"
"What's it?" Link croaked, jolted from his daze as he was rudely shoved by a particularly impatient merchant trying to cut in line.
"Hurry, lift me up on your shoulders," Jun commanded in a hushed tone, his voice brimming with urgency.
"What? Are you mad?" Link shot back, incredulous.
"You heard me," Jun insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Do you want to eat today or not?"
Link glanced around, realizing their progress was getting them nowhere. With a resigned sigh, he gave in. The boy had discovered his weakness: food.
"Well, hurry up," Link grumbled, bending down to hoist Jun onto his shoulders. "What are you up to, anyway?"
"Keep still, I'm working!" Jun prodded Link's chest with his boot as if he were spurring a horse into action. High above the crowd, Jun began waving frantically, his voice rising above the din. "Hey! Remember me!" he shouted, aiming to catch the attention of one of the guards stationed at the entrance to the meadow grounds.
The guard noticed him immediately, flipping up his visor for a better look. Elbowing his fellow soldier, who was still barking orders at the crowd, he pointed out the young squire. "Oh, Young Master Jun! Right this way! Come, no need to wait alongside this lot!" The guard's voice carried over the throng, causing several heads to turn in surprise.
Link could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Young Master Jun?" he muttered, glancing up at his squire in confusion.
"I know, right?" Jun said with a proud grin. "About time someone offered us the respect we deserve! See, I'm more useful than just cleaning your armor."
Link, still stunned by the turn of events, shook his head. "Well, right now, you're going to put your feet to good use." He quickly shrugged the boy off his back, setting him down onto the cobblestones.
"Sorry, Sir, but it was the only way to get their attention," Jun said, his voice full of smug satisfaction.
A guardsman, having noticed them, sent another man to part the crowd and offer them a clear path forward. "Apologies, Master Jun," the guard said respectfully as he approached. "Forgive us for not seeing you earlier. Right this way."
"Eh, it's no problem, Urn," Jun replied nonchalantly, folding his arms across his chest with a smug look. "We'll keep this one between us, alright? Your princess thanks you."
Link was bewildered by how effortlessly the young squire had charmed—and possibly intimidated—the guardsmen as if they were his personal retinue. As if already accustomed to such treatment, the soldier bowed his head and ushered them through the gates with deference.
"Ready, Sir?" Jun asked with a smirk, looking up at Link with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
"Y—yeah," Link mumbled, still at a loss for words. "Lead on."
Jun nodded, delighted by their small victory, and confidently led the way through the bustling crowds, the path ahead clear and inviting.
Zelda and her maids made their way toward the Royal Rotunda, a towering pavilion that rose high above the meadow, its vibrant canvas walls rippling gently in the morning breeze. Around them, the royal camp was a flurry of activity, with lords and ladies mingling with servants as they prepared for the day's events. Attendants were bustling about, preparing horses, shining armor, and carrying trays of food for the nobles who were seated beneath the large tents. The air was thick with the scent of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, decadent cheeses and the crisp, clean fragrance of wildflowers that dotted the grassy grounds.
As Zelda approached, the smell of breakfast filled her senses, making her stomach rumble softly in anticipation. She hadn't realized just how hungry she was. The grand pavilion itself was a sight to behold, with bright tapestries embroidered with the crests of Hyrule's noble houses draped along its sides. Inside, long tables were laden with a veritable feast. Golden loaves of bread sat next to trays of fresh fruit—plump grapes, juicy berries, and slices of exotic hydromelon, imported from the Gerudo Highlands. Plates of flaky pastries accompanied them, filled with spiced apples and cinnamon that tempted everyone with their sugary glaze alongside the delicate aroma of herbal tea wafting in the air.
Zelda entered with her maids, her gaze sweeping over the scene until she spotted her friends—Mipha, Purah, and Impa—already gathered around a table, deep in conversation as they enjoyed their meal.
"Good morrow," Zelda greeted them, her voice carrying a note of pleasant surprise as she approached. The warmth of the sun on her back and the inviting aromas of breakfast filled her with a rare sense of ease. Her friends looked up, their faces lighting up with cheerful smiles as they welcomed her.
"Morning, Princess! You're just in time," Purah said with her usual enthusiasm, waving Zelda over. "We're going over today's news—astrology and all!" She held up a copy of the 'Hylian Herald,' fresh off the press, tapping her fingers on the page with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
Zelda's curiosity was piqued as she took her seat. "Astrology, you say?" she echoed, settling into her chair as the enticing scents of breakfast surrounded her like a warm embrace.
"Yeah, the sort of thing my forebearers used to swear by. There's a science to it, you know," Purah replied, her voice carrying a hint of seriousness beneath her playful tone. "I've yet to figure it all out myself, but it's fascinating."
Zelda nodded, intrigued by the idea of the stars holding answers to the mysteries of the universe. She cast a quick glance at the sumptuous spread before her, but her interest remained fixed on what her friends were discussing.
Purah, never one to keep things to herself, handed Zelda the large rectangle of parchment. "Here, take a look. Today's fortunes are particularly interesting—especially for someone with choices to make," she added, a playful wink accompanying her words.
Zelda accepted the paper with a polite smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she feigned a scoff. "The Herald?" she teased lightly. "I much prefer the Royal Gazette."
Purah's eyes widened in horror. "What? You actually read that rag?"
Zelda struggled to maintain a stern expression, but her facade quickly crumbled as she broke into a grin. "Only joking. I wouldn't be caught dead with it. Just trying to get a rise out of you this morning."
Purah sighed in exaggerated relief, clutching her heart. "Phew! For a moment, I thought you'd lost your mind. Next thing, you'll be telling me you've accepted Lord Arasmus proposals after all! Glad to see you're still in good health, Princess."
Zelda flinched inwardly at the mention of Arasmus, a pang of guilt twisting in her stomach. If only Purah saw a glimpse of my face this morning, I'd never hear the end of it. She forced herself to brush it off with a smile.
Impa, who had been quietly sipping her tea, set down her goblet and chimed in. "It's bad enough we have to deal with their anti-Sheikah sentiments spreading like wildfire. Now, their lies have even reached the castle halls. Someone needs to put a stop to their slander before it goes too far. We Sheikah are already struggling to convince people of our loyalty, and this only makes it harder without their print adding logs to the fire. We hardly have any influence at court at all anymore, save be for our ceremonial position, of course."
Zelda placed a reassuring hand on Impa's shoulder. "You have me," she said gently. "And you and your people are the most loyal I know."
Impa smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. "I know, Princess. But do they?" she asked, her voice heavy with the weight of centuries of mistrust. Pondering the preconceived prejudices that pure Hylian bloodlines have of her kind.
Zelda, ever the peacemaker, dismissed the reach of the paper with a wave of her hand. "The Gazette's language may be incendiary at times, true, but it shouldn't be taken seriously. Let them rant and rave—it's just nonsense to stir up trouble. The Yiga haven't been a real threat in years, and their fearmongering is just a tactic to rile up those who are already inclined to believe their blind rhetoric."
Zelda then offered her a comforting smile, one that radiated warmth like a campfire on a cold night. "Trust me, their words are toothless. Besides, Purah said it herself—nobody reads that nonsense anyway. The Herald is the paper of the people I say, and if that's not enough to convince you where my loyalties lie—I'd be betraying another friend of ours if I were caught reading the Gazette."
Urbosa, who had just arrived and was finding her seat among them, caught the tail end of the conversation. "Oh? A friend, you say?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement. "Do tell. This I have to hear."
Zelda's smile widened, and Adeline jumped in before she could respond. "Oh, and I bet it's our friend with that adorable red hat too! Am I right, Princess?"
"Right you are," Zelda replied with a grin. "So, you see, Impa, I would never entertain their dribble or give them the time of day. Most people can see right through their hearsay."
Impa relented with a shrug. "If you say so, Princess."
"What friend is that?" Mipha asked, her curiosity piqued.
"The postman, of course," Purah teased, nudging Zelda playfully. "He fancies our Princess here and moonlights as a courier for the Herald as well."
"He does not," Zelda protested, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.
"Moonlight for the Herald or fancy you?" Urbosa inquired casually, raising an eyebrow as she sipped from her mug.
" Both. And he does too," added Adeline before the princess could answer. She was Zelda's most trusted handmaiden after all. "She's just being modest."
"As do half of the boys of the kingdom, I might add," Purah declared, standing dramatically beside the table, her voice carrying over the lighthearted giggles of the others as Zelda blinked back the preposterous notion.
"Will you two stop?" Zelda demanded, her own laughter bubbling up despite her best efforts to remain composed.
"I will—as soon as you save some for the rest of us," Purah quipped with a wink.
Zelda sighed, rolling her eyes toward the heavens, silently pleading with the goddess for patience on their behalf.
"Oh, come now, we're only having a bit of sport with you, dear Princess," Adeline ribbed her again.
Purah teased changing the subject back to the paper lying before Zelda.. "But you must admit, now that you're of age for courting, you'll have some tough choices to make soon."
As if I have a choice, Zelda thought to herself. She knew they knew as much as well, and they were only just trying to be kind to her situation. Princesses hardly married for love if ever. They were gameboard pieces like in a game of Keaton and Cuccos; to be used strategically to form new alliances between the great Hylian houses and strengthen established ones. Nothing more, nothing less. Why should she think her fate would be any different. After all, did her mother truly marry for love? Or was it another arrangement?
Purah prodded Zelda's mediating form as she sat silently like a statue, rallying the other girls to listen. "And speaking of which, what does yours say, eh, hmm?" She said, pointing to the Herald laid out before her.
"What does what say?" Zelda blinked, momentarily caught off guard.
"Your stars for the day, of course!"
"Oh, well, I haven't read them yet," Zelda replied with a soft chuckle. "Give me a moment, and I'll let you know. I'm sure it'll just be the usual vague predictions."
Zelda hoped for anything but that, though she didn't want her friends to suspect the curiosity fluttering in her heart. As they turned back to their breakfast, Zelda unfolded the parchment, its ink fresh, bold, and bright. Her eyes quickly sought out the astrological section, scrolling past the other signs—the Dragon, the Korok, the Lynel, the Fairy, the Keaton, the Boar, the Steed, the Wolfos, the Deku, the ChuChu, and the Molduga—until she found the entry for the Owl, her sign.
As she read, her heart skipped a beat. For the first time in her life, the words on the page felt as though they were speaking directly to her, as if the stars themselves had aligned to deliver a message meant just for her. Often, growing up she had read the daily prints and felt little to nothing from them, but today was unlike any other. Her eyes flowed over the text.
The Owl (Kaepora) June 29 - July 27
Today's Fortunes: The wisdom of the Owl is your guiding light today, casting clarity on choices that may shape your destiny. As the trials of valor unfold, remember that strength is not only in the sword but in the heart. Your intuition will serve you well, but the stars urge you to consider all angles before making a decision that could alter the course of your destiny . Today is a day for observing and reflecting—let your keen insight lead you to the path that best aligns with your true self.
Romance: The celestial bodies align favorably in matters of the heart. Two figures stand before you, each offering something different. One is a presence of undeniable power , whose confidence may charm but also overpower. The other, a figure of quiet strength and loyalty may be closer than you realize, their true nature hidden beneath layers of mystery. They may not yet reveal all their truths, but there is potential for a deep and meaningful bond.
The choice lies with you: follow your heart, but do not ignore the wisdom that has always guided you. Be mindful of how you present yourself today; a reserved demeanor may conceal your true feelings, but sometimes open vulnerability can be the better path. Lastly, t he connection you seek most could be within your reach, but only if you risk everything to open your heart and allow the bond to strengthen.
Lucky Number: 3
Meal that becomes you : Spiced Apple Tart – a dish that balances warmth with subtlety, perfect for nourishing both body and spirit. The perfect treat. May your presence do the same to others around you.
NOTE: Avoid overly rich or decadent foods today, as they may cloud your clarity of thought.
Advice for the Day: Observe and reflect before you act and speak . Today's tr ibulations will test more than just valience ; it will reveal the true nature of those around you. Trust in your wisdom to discern the path you should take, both in the trial and in matters of the heart.
Personality: Today, your thoughtful nature will serve you well, but do not let caution prevent you from seeing what is right in front of you. Balance your wisdom with the courage to make decisions that align with your deepest values.
The princess gracefully folded up the page, her fingers lingering on the edges of the parchment as she placed it beside her trencher. She muttered the words that had struck her most deeply under her breath, the whispers barely audible yet heavy with meaning.
" A figure of quiet strength and loyalty… the connection you seek could be within your reach… But only if you risk everything…" Her thoughts drifted to Helmsworth, the enigmatic knight who had fought with such valor in the preliminaries. She had cheered for him, drawn inexplicably to his quiet strength, yet she knew so little about him. The idea of risking everything for something so uncertain went against her better wisdom, yet the pull was undeniable.
And then there was Arasmus—confident, skilled, and undeniably attractive in a way that both intrigued and unsettled her. She had watched him sparring in the training yard earlier that morning, his shirtless form exuding a ruggedness and power that made it impossible to look away. He was everything a suitor should be, according to her father and on paper, yet the prospect of courting him when she turned eighteen filled her with a cold emptiness void of any emotion. Would she choose duty to her kingdom over her own heart?
Her stomach growled softly, tearing her away from her ponderings and reminding her of the breakfast laid out before her. Zelda reached for a slice of warm bread, spreading it with the herb-infused butter that melted almost instantly. She took a bite, savoring the comforting blend of flavors—the crisp crust giving way to the soft, airy interior, enriched by the creaminess of the freshly churned butter. The taste was simple yet exquisite, grounding her in the present moment even as her thoughts continued to linger on the uncertainties of the future.
"So, anything caught your eye?" Purah's teasing voice broke through Zelda's reverie as she leaned in, her grin as mischievous as ever.
Zelda quickly pushed the newspaper aside, masking her inner turmoil with a practiced smile. "Oh, just the usual guidance from the heavens," she said lightly, her tone carefully casual. "It seems today will be a day of choices."
Purah groaned, clearly not satisfied with such a vague response. "You don't say? Because we never have to make choices on any other day," she quipped, rolling her eyes dramatically.
Impa, ever perceptive, arched an eyebrow as she studied Zelda's expression. "Choices in what, I wonder? That's what really matters," she mused, her voice thoughtful. "With the trials today, there will be much to observe and decide."
Mipha, who had been quietly sipping her tea, spoke up softly, her serene eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. "I'm sure Helmsworth will do well today. If that's what you're wondering. You seem to think highly of him, Princess," she added with a knowing smile, as if she had already read Zelda's thoughts.
Zelda's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Helmsworth's name. Mipha had always been supportive, even encouraging her interest in the mysterious knight, though Zelda knew her friend was also fond of another knight—the famous Link, whom she herself had yet to meet. She had heard wild stories about him, tales that painted him as a rebellious rogue and even a womanizer. A young prospect who had a girl from every tavern from here to Hateno. At least, that's what they spoke about him. But, Zelda knew better than to trust hearsay. After all, Mipha warmly regarded him with such quiet admiration, and that held more weight in her mind than any secondhand rumor.
Zelda offered a small, reserved smile. "He fought bravely yesterday. There's something… noble about him, even though I've only seen half his face."
"Well, he certainly does has a charming air of mystery about him," Mipha agreed, though her thoughts briefly wandered to Link. She had seen Link's bravery firsthand years ago and couldn't help but wonder how he would fare in today's trials.
"Well, it sure does make things exciting, that's for sure," Purah chimed in, her mouth full of banana bread. "And I bet the half you saw under the helm was handsome too, or you wouldn't be thinking so much about him."
Mipha hadn't seen Link that morning either, but she knew he would be competing in the trials. She looked forward to witnessing his courage once again, believing him to be someone entirely separate from the knight Zelda admired.
Zelda's heart fluttered at the thought of Helmsworth, but she kept her expression neutral. "We'll see how the day unfolds," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Princess, you'll have to make a decision eventually," Impa said, her tone laced with a knowing smirk. "Your father and the rest of court will be watching you now more than ever."
"Yeah, who's it gonna be?" Purah pressed, swallowing her last bite of banana bread with a playful grin. "Is it going to be this Helmsworth, Arasmus… the stable boy? Someone's going to have to win your favor, and soon."
"Purah, the stable boy is four and ten," Zelda retorted, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Hardly suitor material."
"So what? You're six and ten. What's two years anyway?" Purah countered, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I mean, he sure is tall enough for you, isn't he? Why, you could stack Helmsworth and Arasmus atop each other, and they still wouldn't match his height," she exaggerated, earning a round of laughter from the others.
Zelda rolled her eyes at Purah's exaggeration. "He's a stable hand," she said pointedly.
"Yeah, so? And this Helmsworth is just an enlisted commoner, probably doomed to eternal service in the guard—that hasn't stopped your gaze from lingering on him, has it?" Purah teased, leaning in closer as if sharing a scandalous secret.
"There's just no winning with you, is there?" Zelda said, shaking her head with a smile that was equal parts fondness and frustration.
"Nope," Purah declared proudly, puffing out her chest. "You ought to know me by now."
Before Zelda could retort, Mipha suddenly spoke up, her tone more earnest. "Uh oh, speaking of winning, it says here that there's a royal gift in store for the victor of the trials. Is that true, Princess?" she asked, pointing to the page of the newspaper.
Adeline, who had been quietly listening, chuckled. "Yeah, they'll earn her favor, that's what. A certain soldier we all know, hopefully."
Mipha's thoughts instantly drifted to Link, wondering if he might emerge as the champion by day's end. What would happen then if he met the princess? What would Zelda think of him? What would he think of her? Would things change?
Zelda set her slice of toast down with a dismissive wave of her hand. "The trials aren't about winning my favor, but the peoples. It's about proving who has the most courage to protect Hyrule," she replied, deflecting the question. "As for the royal gift, I have yet to find out myself what it is. Only my father knows what's in store for them."
Impa nodded thoughtfully. "One thing is for certain, Princess—courage comes in many forms. I have a feeling we can learn a lot from today and that it will reveal much more than skills with a blade. There are other types of trials other than the battlefield. The heart for example is such a place."
Zelda blinked, her gaze meeting Impa's as she tried to decipher her cryptic words. The others seemed content to ignore the deeper meaning, focusing instead on their breakfast, but Impa's words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities.
As the table fell silent, allowing the girls to continue their meal in quiet contemplation, Zelda couldn't help but feel the weight of the decisions that lay before her. Her friends were right—she was of age now for courtship, and with every passing day, her eighteenth birthday drew nearer.
The words etched from the stars echoed in her mind : "The choice lies with you: follow your heart, but do not ignore the wisdom that has always guided you…" She was drawn to Helmsworth's quiet strength, but there was so much she didn't know about him. And then there was Arasmus, the suitor her father and court favored, whose presence she could not ignore, even if his personality left much to be desired.
Purah whispered in Zelda's ear, tearing her away from her thoughts. "Speaking of choices. Here comes one right now, ugh."
Zelda glanced up from where she sat, her gaze meeting Arasmus as he approached. This time he was fully dressed for the day. That was hasty, Zelda thought. What it is to be a man and get ready in a moment's notice. I will never know the feeling.
Arasmus strolled over to their table with the air of a man who owned every space he entered, his eyes immediately locking onto Zelda. "We meet again, my dear Sundelion," he announced, his voice smooth yet dripping with the confidence of someone who assumed his presence was always welcome.
Zelda stiffened, her serene morning shattered by his sudden arrival. Under her breath, she muttered, "All too often, I'm afraid."
Arasmus, catching her barely audible words, tilted his head slightly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing. "Hmm?"
Zelda quickly composed herself, shaking off the momentary lapse. "Oh, nothing," she replied, her tone polite but distant. "I merely said that it seems to happen quite often these days."
He smirked, sensing her guarded mood. "Well, you'll be happy to know that I'll be out of your hair until midday. Forgive me, Princess, but there's some short-notice business that I must attend to."
"What business?" Zelda asked, trying to keep her voice neutral, though her curiosity was piqued.
"Nothing that would concern you, my dear," Arasmus responded with a dismissive wave. "Just the usual mundane sort that needs tending. I do lead a lot of men, you're aware. However," he continued, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone, "we can continue our planned rendezvous in a more private area of your choosing, just before the trials begin. There is much I would like to discuss with you."
"Rendezvous?" Zelda whispered, her brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to recall any such arrangement.
Why yes, didn't your father tell you?" Arasmus asked, his own confusion briefly flashing across his face before he masked it with a charming smile. "Yes, he remarked something about some secluded pool or spring of the Goddess that you like to visit from time to time. I'm not quite sure but was hoping you might know the place."
Zelda, catching herself, quickly nodded. "Oh, yes, I remember now, silly me," she said, playing it off with an air of casualness, though internally she still had no idea what he was talking about. "I'll meet you back here in the royal rotunda at midday." Why would my father arrange such a private affair and at such a revered and holy place? He knows that sacred ground is by royal invitation only, even for nobility to enter. I haven't even been there in years myself. Father, just what is it you're up to?
"Very well, it's settled," Arasmus agreed, his smirk deepening as if he had just secured some unspoken victory. "But before I go, I was wondering…"
Zelda, feeling a prickle of unease, glanced up at him. "Hmm?"
"Tell me, my dear," Arasmus began, his voice taking on a more deliberate edge, "with your morning now available, are you planning to visit the commoner's quarter to search for that soldier from yesterday?"
Zelda's friends, who had been silently observing the exchange, bristled at the insinuation in his tone. Purah, never one to hold back, leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "And what if she is?"
Arasmus turned his gaze to Purah, his expression cool and unreadable. "Well, I dislike the idea of her going to such rough areas unguarded. They are breeding grounds for scoundrels. You never know what sort of trouble you may run into." He said, gaze and words shifting slowly to focus on the sheikah scientist.
Urbosa, who had been quietly listening, crossed her arms and took a step forward, her tall frame towering over Arasmus. "She has me to watch after her. She is well protected."
Arasmus glanced at the imposing Gerudo woman, his expression flickering with a hint of disdain before he masked it with indifference. "So, do you have any other objections?" Urbosa pressed, her voice steady and challenging.
Arasmus sighed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, if you must, I relent. It's just that I don't want you to be disappointed in what you'll find there," he added, turning his attention back to Zelda.
"And what is that?" Zelda asked, her voice tinged with concern despite her best efforts to remain aloof.
Arasmus stepped closer, his voice lowering as if to confide in her. "I don't think your champion will be partaking in today's trial. After all, I wouldn't be surprised if he has already left with his bounty and ducked out of here."
"What makes you say that?" Zelda's words came out sharper than she intended, the possibility striking a chord of worry within her.
Arasmus shrugged, a knowing glint in his eye. "Well, I do have eyes too, you know. I saw the state he was in, and as a veteran of the battlefield myself, I could tell it didn't look good. Call it a warrior's hunch."
Zelda looked away, her heart sinking at the thought. But before she could dwell too long on it, Arasmus gently took her hand, his touch warm but unsettling. "But for his sake, I hope that I will be proven wrong," he said softly, his voice laced with what seemed like genuine concern.
Purah, who had been watching the interaction with barely concealed irritation, suddenly blurted out, "Well, for my sake, and for the sake of boredom everywhere, I say we go and have a look ourselves. I have something I'd like to show the princess too, and it just so happens to be waiting for us in the commoner's quarter."
Arasmus' eyes narrowed as he turned to the Sheikah scientist, his expression darkening. "Yes, you Sheikah are just full of surprises. I mean, with all your magical contraptions and the rest of it."
Purah, not one to be easily intimidated, met his gaze with a proud lift of her chin. "I know, isn't it just a snap?" She turned to her sister, Impa, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Here, sis, you escort the princess with the others. I'll catch up with you in a moment; there are just a few things I need to gather first."
Impa hesitated, glancing between Purah and Zelda before nodding slowly. "Alright, but don't take too long."
As the group began to whisk Zelda away, eager to leave behind any more mental gymnastics with the proud lord, Arasmus took that moment to approach Purah as she busily gathered her things.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper. "Don't get me wrong, you can have your fun today with her, but I don't trust your magic or your kind at all."
Purah, unfazed, shot back without missing a beat. "Well, then I guess you should be glad to hear that it isn't magic, it's science."
Arasmus' expression darkened further as he stepped even closer, his presence looming over her. "Tell that to the innocent people who died at Rocky Point. To the brave knights who had to repel such sinister powers that had no business existing in the first place."
Before Purah could respond, Arasmus grabbed her by the arm, his grip firm and unyielding. "I don't know what you're scheming or what ideas you're trying to plant in her head, but I don't trust you Sheikah further than I can spit. You're just Yiga to me, only wearing different clothes, got it?"
Purah, refusing to show any sign of fear, sneered up at him. "Then I suggest you start taking spitting lessons."
Arasmus tightened his grip momentarily before letting her go, his lips curling into a cold smile. "Listen to me. Mark my words—whatever sorcery it is, I will expose it for all the people to see. And if she gets hurt, I'm holding you personally responsible."
Purah scoffed, brushing off his threat with a roll of her eyes. "As if you care about her. You can't fool me, 'My Lord.' Because unlike you, I do care about her! I would never let any harm—"
Arasmus cut her off with a chillingly casual tone. "No, you're right, I don't. But I need her."
Purah stared at him, a mixture of disgust and determination in her gaze. "Are we done here?"
"For now," Arasmus replied smoothly. But before letting her go, he glanced at the table beside them. "Oh, how kind of you all, to leave me my favorite."
With his free hand he reached for a lone pastry that sat atop a platter and scarfed it down in a single bite. A spiced apple tart. "Delicious," he moaned softly, chewing the treat slowly, savoring the moment as if it was the best he ever tasted. Until finally he said, "Good morrow." Only to release her and step back to perform a mock bow.
His farewell sent an involuntary chill up Purah's spine as she watched him turn and leave. Despite his eerie attractiveness that even she couldn't help but notice from afar, his touch had been cold and calculating, his eyes full of manipulation. She resolved then and there that she must guard the princess from his snakelike influence at all costs.
Link slurped the last of his breakfast stew, savoring every drop as he leaned back in his seat, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "You know what, you're right, Jun," he declared, feeling more at ease than he had in days.
Jun, sitting across from him, blinked in surprise as he set down his own empty bowl. "I am?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at his mentor. They were seated under a canopy in the commoner's quarter, where a mess cook had doled out generous portions of breakfast to anyone in need, a rare kindness that came courtesy of the royal family. The hearty meal had done wonders to lift their spirits.
"Yeah," Link continued, his tone resolute as he played with a toothpick, chewing on it absentmindedly. "I'm just going to focus on the trial this afternoon. Girls are no longer on my mind. To be honest, I don't know what came over me the past few days anyway. Thanks for the advice earlier."
Jun shrugged, still unsure what advice he had given that warranted such gratitude. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism as he stared into space.
Link, noticing Jun's distant gaze, furrowed his brow. "Yeah, I just said so. Why?"
Jun didn't answer.
"Yep, no more ladies for me. I need to stay focus." Link reiterated, relaxing back in his chair, arms behind his head.
Suddenly an unexpected girl's voice chirped over them. "Well at least someone seems to have their priorities together today."
Link's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the familiar voice, and he froze mid-chew, nearly choking on the toothpick before spitting it in his hands to cleverly hide away. Jun, equally startled, glanced at Link with wide eyes before slowly turning to face the source of the voice. There, standing just behind them, was Princess Zelda herself, her golden hair catching the morning light, and an amused smile playing on her lips. She looked every bit the royal she was, yet there was a playful glint in her eyes that suggested she was enjoying catching them off guard.
"Well, at least someone seems to have their priorities together today," Zelda repeated after hearing them, her tone teasing as she folded her arms, waiting for the boys to gather their wits.
Jun swallowed hard, forcing a casual smile as he turned to face her. "Your Highness," he greeted, trying to keep his voice steady despite the sudden surge of nerves. "What a wonderful surprise…"
"Indeed, however, I don't know why you are so surprised to see me? Why did you abscond earlier? Also, I'm surprised to see you here without Helmsworth. Where is your knight?" Zelda remarked, noticing he was in the company of a plain dressed commoner, unsure if he was a soldier. "Shouldn't he be preparing for the trials as well?" The princess asked, full of questions, though still wearing a gotcha grin.
"Oh him? Yeah, he is uh, Helmsworth is uh—"
"—Helmsworth asked me to look after the boy in his short absence, isn't that right, Jun?" Link said, filling in the blanks for him as casually as he could.
Jun gave Link a side eye 'what are you doing? I am handling this'. Link in turn gave his own. 'Then say something'.
The Princess cupped her chin, somewhat suspiciously amused by their strange antics. "Uh, huh? I see, beg your pardon, Mister, but are you also a friend of Helmsworth?"
"Yes, he is," Jun finally boldly declared, clearing any tension in the air. "And he is also a soldier like Helmsworth too. Though he wouldn't look it right now," the boy explained, much to Link's silent wince at that last comment.
"Oh, I see." Zelda's eyes gleamed in evaluation.
"Yeah, and he needed my assistance you see, to the uh, uh the mess tent, to rally some of his strength for the coming trial this afternoon!" Jun's mind raced, and he quickly conjured up a white lie as well. "My master, who is totally Helmsworth, fled to meet his father for a blessing. That's it, a blessing!"
"I…see, I guess he would," Zelda mused pondering the explanation aloud. "It is a big day after all." Zelda returned, her eyes still gauging the truth out of the stricken boys.
"It is a big day, exactly," Jun reaffirmed, forcing an inconspicuous smile.
Zelda eyed the stranger from head to toe. Link felt her gaze evaluate him slowly that made his nerves tingle. "I don't think I have ever made your acquaintance," she said slowly, putting her best impression forward. "Are you a friend of Helmsworth and Jun?" Zelda asked, her eyes ashine with piqued curiosity of the humble, yet handsome young man now standing before her.
"Oh, my manners, I nearly forgot," Jun said earnestly interrupting. Zelda giggled at the idea of him remembering his manners. "I'm sorry, yeah his name is—"
Before Jun could explain further, Mipha, who had been browsing at a nearby stall, noticed the trio and made her way over. Her eyes widened slightly with glee as she recognized Link standing with Zelda and Jun. Her heart gave a small flutter at the sight of him—still rugged, still dependable, even in the midst of the bustling marketplace. She knew Link wasn't one to stand on ceremony, but there was something endearing about seeing him in this more casual setting.
"Link!" Mipha called out, her voice carrying a warmth that immediately caught Zelda's attention. "I didn't expect to find you here."
Link turned at the sound of Mipha's voice, his heart skipping a beat. He managed a small, somewhat awkward smile as she approached. "Good morning, Mipha," he greeted, his tone still relaxed from his earlier conversation with Jun.
Zelda's curiosity was piqued, and she tilted her head slightly, watching the interaction between the two. There was an ease between them, a familiarity that she hadn't seen before. "Oh, so this is the famous Link I keep hearing about," Zelda said with a hint of intrigue, turning to face him fully. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, taking in his rugged appearance and the quiet strength that seemed to radiate from him. She couldn't deny that there was something undeniably attractive about him, even if she had no intention of acting on it.
Link felt a jolt of anxiety at her words, though he kept his composure. He knew Mipha had spoken highly of him to her friends, but hearing it directly from the princess herself made his nerves flare up. "That would be me," he said, trying to keep his voice even, though it came out a bit rougher than intended.
Mipha smiled warmly, oblivious to Link's inner turmoil. "Yes, Princess Zelda, this is Link, the knight I've mentioned before. He's been a reliable friend and a steadfast warrior. I've known him practically all my life."
"Is that so? So, he does exist." Zelda said emphatically. Her eyes then lingered on him for a brief moment, her gaze appraising. "I've heard quite a bit about your deeds, Link," she said, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity, skepticism and admiration. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Link, feeling the pressure of both Mipha and Zelda's attention, cleared his throat, but it came out more like a grunt. He glanced nervously at Jun, who was standing beside him, wide-eyed and clearly panicking.
Jun, thinking quickly, blurted out, "Oh, it's just that spicy Sautéed Peppers he had earlier. Really packs a punch, doesn't it, Link?" He gave a forced laugh, trying to steer the conversation away from the scrutiny Link was under.
Link, catching on, nodded quickly, his deepened voice now making more sense in context. He played the part fully, with phony choking and coughing sounds to add to the theatrics. "Yes, that's it. Sautéed Spicy Peppers. I may have overdone it," he added, forcing another final cough to sell the excuse.
Zelda raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement as she looked at him. "Sautéed Spicy Peppers, hmm? I've heard they can be quite potent. Perhaps you should take care with your meals before a big day. We wouldn't want you to abandon your dreams, now that they are in reach and you have a princess to impress," She said, offering a glance to Mipha, though not fully aware that her own intrigue may have gotten the best of her as well.
Mipha's concern grew, and she stepped closer to Link. "You should have told me if it was too much. There's a remedy for that, you know," she offered gently, her eyes filled with care. "I can—"
"—No need, me and Jun can take of this." Link insisted, waving his hand.
Jun, sensing an opportunity to make a swift exit, quickly interjected, "We were just about to go and find something to soothe his throat, actually. Maybe some milk from the stable or a nice cool drink. We wouldn't want Link to be at anything less than full strength for the trials, right? Not to mention, Helmsworth entrusted him in my care, that's right, HELMSWORTH did, yup."
The girls both gave suspicious looks but didn't question it.
Link nodded eagerly, seizing on the excuse. "Exactly. Can't have my voice giving out on me," he added, his voice still gravelly as he tried to maintain the ruse. He didn't want Zelda to hear Helmsworth's voice in him, so he continued the charade of dependency.
Zelda's gaze softened, though a hint of suspicion lingered in her eyes. "Well, then I won't keep you. It was a pleasure meeting you, Link. I'll be watching the trials closely."
"As will I," Mipha added with a gentle smile. "Good luck, Link. And I long to celebrate your victory."
"Thank you," Link said, bowing slightly to Zelda first, before realizing that Mipha was also present. "I mean, the both of you," he clarified graciously with another frantic bow. He could have split the Earth, he bowed so fervently.
Sensing that the conversation was veering into dangerous territory, Jun quickly stepped in. "Time to go," he said, his voice a little too eager, nudging Link.
"Right," Link agreed with a feigned groan, seizing the opportunity to escape the situation.
Zelda gave them a nod, her expression thoughtful as she watched them. "Very well, goodluck for a final time. And tell Helmsworth, I await his return."
Mipha, still eyeing Link with curiosity, called out to them as they scurried off before she could offer her final goodbye. "Farewell Link!"
Link and the boy continued to flee as fast as they could, leaving both the girls bewildered on what they just witnessed.
As they hurried away, Jun let out a relieved sigh. "That was close."
"Too close," Link muttered, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed. "I don't know how much longer I could have kept that up."
"You'll manage," Jun said confidently. "But we really need to work on your sorry excuses. Spicy food? Really?"
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" And it was you that mentioned them not me!"
The boy didn't reply.
"And that's good enough for me," Link added.
"Well, maybe for you, but not I."
Link could only chuckle in response as they made their way through the camp, grateful to have escaped without their secret being discovered—for now, at least.
AUTHORS NOTE: Okay, this will be the last fluffy ish chapter. It was necessary in my opinion to set up the climax that is happening next. I hope you enjoyed it. Please if you did, write a review as it does help with the story. Also, I'm open to your thoughts and criticisms. They help me craft the best story I can. The next one should be out in three weeks and things pick up the pace quite exponentially. I promise. Until next time- Sky