The sun hung high, beaming down and enveloping the world in its warmth. The cobblestone soaked up the heat while the sun's rays kissed the garden flowers; the breeze made the hot weather more forgivable for the guards in their stuffy uniforms and the knights in their heavy armor. The breeze was equally kind to Rhoam, who walked alongside his wife and daughter as they made their way to the castle garden to enjoy the blooming flowers.

A Sheikah representative appeared before them, bowing, and Rhoam and his wife did their best not to let their surprise crack at their royal image.

"Your Majesty, we've made progress in excavating the Divine Beast Vah Ruta. It seems the reports were accurate. We are looking to see if we can find any further reports that disclose the location of the other Divine Beasts. The legends suggest there are two more, and we have reason to believe they would be somewhere in Death Mountain and the Hebra mountains. As for now, the record that led us to Vah Ruta mentions a Vah Naboris in the Gerudo Desert. Not to mention the allusions to Guardians underneath Hyrule Castle."

"Very well. We'll send out more of our Royal Guard to join those stationed at the excavation site in Zora's Domain. From there, you may proceed to Gerudo Desert and see what you can find."

"Understood, Your Majesty." The Sheikah guard gave a quick bow before taking off.

His wife hummed thoughtfully. "So it seems there really are Guardians hiding underneath the Castle."

"Guardians?" Zelda's emerald eyes shined brighter than anything Rhoam could find in the royal treasury or in the mines of Death Mountain. The sight of his daughter, young and carefree, being held by the love of his life made his chest warm and light. He felt younger, as though he wasn't the King that has to prepare Hyrule for war against the legendary embodiment of malice itself. His heart skipped a step as his wife turned to Zelda and smiled. Her words sounded as though she were speaking a language where every word meant "I love you".

"Yes, Guardians. They're going to protect us."

Zelda can't say much more, her vocabulary limited by her 2-year old tongue. But her eyes are bright and she smiles. It won't be easy, being the Princess of Destiny. Life as a royal is hard enough as is, but soon enough she would learn of the role fate cast her, and begin training. Moments like these will be rare soon—they are rare even now. He wishes there was a way to capture this moment. But the best he'll be able to do is write about it in his journal before bed. That will have to do.

Out of all of her childhood memories, the day her mother died was the clearest. Trying to remember the days before, the days with her mother, was like pressing a palm against water's surface. Zelda knew there were many things out of reach—an expansive collection of memories with her mother—that she would never be able to remember. When her mother was queen, Zelda was a kid. With her death Zelda had to become what Hyrule needed. They said her mother had a smile like the sun, and Zelda could only hope that she could be a light that shined upon her people as brightly as the woman who brought her into this world.

She didn't shed a single tear at her mother's funeral, or even when she was first told that her mother had left this world. She kept it all to herself. No one at the castle would see her falter. They were all relying on her. If she was honest, she didn't think she had much of an expression to begin with. She didn't cry, but she couldn't bring herself to smile either. Instead, she looked forward with determination to assure her people that moving forward she would be a princess that they could rely on—a Queen.

The walk back to the sanctum after the funeral was quiet. Zelda relied on her feet to take her there, her mind blank. When they entered Zelda followed her father's lead and sat down in her throne, sitting up straight and head held up high. The guards moved to take their natural positions before her father waved his hand.

"You are dismissed for the day."

"Your Majesty—"

"Please. I would like to speak with my daughter alone." The guards exchanged a glance before bowing and leaving the sanctum.

Rhoam waited for the footsteps to fade and a few seconds more before putting his face in his hands and taking a strained breath. Zelda reached over, putting her hand over her father's. At her touch, he lifted his head to meet her gaze. Now, up close, Zelda could see the dark bags under his red and puffy eyes, brimming with tears.

"You did well out there. As members of the royal family we must be strong for them. Our people—your people—need you."

She had wanted to cry too. But he said it himself: Her people needed her. She needed to be a good princess, and good princesses didn't cry.

And a good princess she would be.

Urbosa and Zelda arrived at sunrise. Zelda took in how different the Spring of Courage was from the Spring of Power. Both were secluded, tucked away from the rest of the world in a place where the Goddess loomed and took focus. However, the two springs were still very unique. Whereas the Spring of Power co-existed with the nature surrounding it, the Spring of Courage was invaded by the free-spirited Faron wild life. Perhaps the difficulties faced even getting to the Spring of Courage would grant her some favor with the Goddess. At 10 years old, there wasn't a drip of Zelda's goddess-born blood that could wield the sealing power. She figured, after 3 years of enduring silence at the Spring of Power, it was time for a change in strategy.

Zelda welcomed the icy waters here much more than she had those that ran through the Spring of Power. It was hotter in Faron—more humid too—so she had already adapted to the icy waters by the time the sun was high and beating down on her. She prayed for hours, skipping lunch, hoping her dedication would please the Goddess.

But skipping lunch in favor of prayer didn't earn Zelda as little as a breath, and so Zelda continued to aimlessly chase after the Goddess's guidance. Against her body's own misgivings, she stayed in the waters well past dinner.

Urbosa looked up at the moon then back to Zelda. It was a familiar scene, one that played out nearly every time she accompanied Zelda to the springs. Urbosa remembered the first time she escorted Zelda on a pilgrimage to the Spring of Power, when Zelda was just 8 years old and about a year into her training to unlock her sealing power. She didn't know what to expect and didn't want to intrude on what was supposed to be a sacred experience. Urbosa was just to keep Zelda company, stand guard while she performed the purification ceremony and bring her back to the castle in one piece. She was surprised when she heard a splash and turned around to see Zelda unconscious. She remembered rushing to pull Zelda out of the chill spring waters, and cursing her own negligence when she picked Zelda up and her skin was as cold as the snow in Hebra. Zelda didn't wake up until half a day's time had passed, and Urbosa vowed to keep a close eye on her to make sure it never happened again.

"I think it's time we turn in for the night."

"I'm fine, Urbosa."

It was important to Hyrule that Zelda unlocked the sealing power, but it was important to Urbosa that Zelda was safe. Feeling the wind's chaste and cold kisses, Urbosa spoke up again:

"You can't stay in the fountain forever, my little bird."

"Just a little bit longer." Zelda answered softly.

But Zelda had been in the spring all day and Urbosa wasn't about to let Zelda camp out there all night. She turned around and stepped into the spring, biting a hiss at the stinging cold. She snaked an arm around Zelda's shoulders, careful not to be too sudden so as to give Zelda a scare, and leaned down to meet her eyes.

"Zelda."

Said princess glanced between Urbosa and the Goddess statue that towered her before resigning herself to leave the icy waters. While the winds were chill against her face, she had mostly adapted to the spring waters. Stepping out, she immediately began to shiver. She squeezed the water out of her soaked dress before scurrying to change into something more comfortable and taking a seat across from Urbosa by the fire.

Urbosa placed a wool blanket around Zelda who tugged it around her shoulders and bundled up. It took awhile for the shivering and chattering to stop but Urbosa didn't mind. She was just happy that she had gotten Zelda out of the Spring of Courage when she did. Had she not dragged Zelda out when she did, she knew Zelda would have stayed there until she passed out.

And Urbosa promised she'd bring Zelda back safe.

Zelda stared at the fire but her mind was far away. The amber fire's flame reflecting off Zelda's eyes was the only sign of life Urbosa could find. The spark and shine in Zelda's eyes when she was out in Hyrule on field surveys or studying the Guardians was gone and nothing remained.

"Urbosa?" Zelda looked at Urbosa, her head hanging low and her shoulders slumped.

"Yes?"

"Has Ganon ever been defeated without the sealing power?"

"There are many legends about Calamity Ganon. Though we know now it is real, we cannot say with certainty which tales are legend and which are history. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering what would happen if I did not unlock the sealing power."

"You will."

"But what if I don't? Mother died before she could teach me anything about this power, and there is not a soul around who can tell me how it works!" Urbosa opened her mouth to comfort her but Zelda kept going, her voice small and hurried as she rushed to speak, fighting back tears that threatened to silence her, "I have been praying every day and every night, journeying to the Spring of Power and nothing has come of it. I thought things would be different when I came to the Spring of Courage and yet I hear nothing. What if this was all for nothing and I fail to unlock my power when Ganon comes and I let everybody down and I fail?"

"Zelda…" Urbosa tried to get her attention.

"Why can I not do as the royal daughters of the past have done? What is wrong with me?"

She thought of her friend's one wish. Urbosa's heart ached to hear how life bestowed upon Zelda countless burdens without the promise of true happiness, much less even the smallest blessing of a break. The girl that sat before her had been robbed of so much—a mother, a mentor, a choice—at such a young age. Between choked sobs, Zelda would ask again and again, begging Urbosa to tell her what was wrong with her. Why she was a failure of a princess.

All Urbosa could do was reach out and pull Zelda towards her. Zelda gripped her shoulders and began to tremble, taking harrowed breaths. Even now, Zelda was trying so hard to stay quiet, to not cry. Urbosa couldn't give Zelda a choice, and she couldn't be the mentor that Zelda needed either, but she could play the role of a loving mother. She held Zelda close and rubbed her back, running her fingers through the child's hair.

Eventually, Zelda's breathing leveled and her grasp loosened. Urbosa held her until she wasn't speaking anymore, a need for rest overtaking her grief.

Zelda looked down the whole way back to the Castle. Even when Urbosa encouraged Zelda to look at the flora and fauna they encountered, Zelda's gaze never faltered. The roaring waterfalls, the clicking cicadas and the sniffs of fauna were white noise to her. The paths of Faron were narrow and difficult to navigate, overtaken by green-life no one dared to disturb. The further they got from the Spring of Courage, the wider the paths of Hyrule Field became and the more Zelda began to relax.

But as they entered Castle Town, Zelda felt like she was drowning in the icy cold waters of the spring. She counted each step and walked as though she was waist-deep and wading through mud. The people of Castle Town were huddled together, whispering frantically. Some shook their heads and covered their mouths, but what stood out most to Zelda was their brazen talks about Calamity Ganon. Had her failure been public for her entire kingdom? Was it not enough to simply come back without the power and know she had disappointed them all?

For a second, Zelda wanted to believe it was her imagination—a manifestation of all her fears—but looking up at Urbosa's concentrated face left a pit in her stomach. As they made their way through the bustling central plaza, Urbosa reached for Zelda's hand as they squeezed through the crowd of people swarming the bridge to Hyrule Castle.

The Castle was no better. The voices were piled up, reverberating in her head. It was impossible to catch more than a phrase of any one voice. Straining to listen to one voice at a time made Zelda's head pound, but her curiosity won out and so so she kept trying. The castle staff was running around between stations, nervous but almost excited. At least Urbosa's tall stature attracted the attention needed for people to clear the way to the sanctum, where Zelda would announce her return from the Spring of Courage.

They entered the sanctum and Zelda's eyes locked onto her father. Her father was beaming and for a second Zelda allowed herself to bask in its warmth. But he did not smile for her. He didn't seem to notice Urbosa and Zelda enter at all. She followed her father's gaze—

And everything stopped.

The rich dark blue contrasted with blinding gold, reflecting the light of the sanctum like the rising sun. The triforce lay dead-center, claiming the scabbard and the sword it held in the name of the Goddess and the lands of Hyrule. She wanted to believe it was just a copy, but sword's quality craftsmanship sent her spirits plummeting. She would have laughed at how the sword dwarfed its master—how it lay on the back of a boy who looked more like a squire holding his knight's things than a hero—the Hero—himself. She would have laughed, if not for what it meant. They were running out of time.

She squeezed Urbosa's hand before letting go and bolting out of the sanctum. —

It only took traveling to each corner of Hyrule, but now all five Champion had officially accepted Zelda's proposal, even Revali. He gave her a scare when he didn't respond to the emissaries sent to him, but he accepted when she saw him at the Flight Range. Next on her list was to get to work on an official garb for each one. She already knew she wanted to make a skirt for Urbosa based on the classic Gerudo style. The woman was used to combat in such clothes, and it would be flashy enough for official occasions, while the light-weight material would remain comfortable in the Gerudo Desert sun. Meanwhile, Death Mountain was scorching, and the Gorons weren't used to wearing much. The same could be said about the Zora and the Rito. A sash would be the best course of action for Daruk and Mipha, but would probably be too constricting for Revali. She pondered a moment, wondering what else she could do. Something easy would be nice, considering how many garbs she had to make before the Champion's Ceremony in 5 days' time.

She recalled Revali wearing a scarf and decided to go with that. Like Urbosa's ease in a skirt, Revali was used to flying with a scarf. Zelda nodded to herself. A scarf, a skirt, two sashes. That just left the tunic for the Hero. Zelda groaned. That would be the hardest one to make, with not just the basic tunic but the embroidery as well. Plus the measurements would have to be that much more precise on a shirt so he could fight in it with ease. Then again, if his combat prowess was as great as everyone said, such a minor handicap could hardly diminish it.

"Princess, is something wrong?"

Zelda looked up and raised a brow. The knights that were stationed to guard her chambers gave each other nervous looks before their eyes darted back to meet Zelda's.

"Nothing is wrong." She replied curtly.

"Apologies, Your Highness. You groaned. We worried you were not feeling well."

"I am fine," She answered before looking back at her desk littered with scattered and crumpled papers, "I will be spending the rest of the night in my room. You are free to go."

"Would you like us to inform the kitchen staff to bring your dinner to your room?"

"Yes, I would appreciate that. Thank you."

"Of course, Your Highness. We will leave you to your work. We will be right outside if you need us." They make a show of bowing and exiting the room in record time.

She glared at the door after they left. It seemed her status as Princess meant nothing when her father insisted she couldn't be left alone. She was in the castle. In her room. Nowhere was safer. And yet any attempt to persuade her guards of logic would be met, at best, with them staying out of sight. Hardly a satisfying compromise.

Her father had been looking for a knight attendant since the influx in monster sightings. He feared they were a harbinger for Calamity Ganon's return. Zelda was hoping to buy enough time to convince her father that she didn't need a knight attendant, but her father was a stubborn man and adamant in all decisions he made. Her guards, of course, reported the monster attack on Death Mountain when she requested Daruk join as Champion. Urbosa must have sent an official letter to her father about the Yiga foot soldiers they encountered too. When Zelda returned, her father had made sure she knew she wasn't going to leave the castle until she had been assigned a knight attendant. If she had any luck, any favor with the Goddess herself, her knight attendant would be anybody but him. But such a request would require as much luck as waking up to find she had unlocked her sacred power in her sleep. He was the top contender—a prodigy who beat seasoned knights at the age of 4 long before he pulled the Master Sword.

Well, she didn't have her powers but she was apart of the official Ancient Technology Research Team. She was the one who first activated the Sheikah Slate, and she was the Princess of Hyrule. Even if she was lost about how to unlock her powers, she knew she could give it her all for the Champion's garbs. Even his.

So it was decided. Like she did all her work, Zelda would try her best.

It was the day of the Champion's Ceremony, and there was an hour until the festivities were to begin. Zelda was tired, staying up late into the night adding the finishing touches to the Hero's tunic. As she thought, it took her the longest. But she could survive on little sleep; she had gone through long days of prayer, research, and meetings on few hours before in her life. All that mattered was that she had results she was proud of, something she couldn't often say. Her prayers were going nowhere and research was an eb and flow of slow progress and miscalculations.

The Champions gathered just outside the sanctum, not wanting to get in the way of the castle staff and their finishing touches to prepare for the ceremony. Their full attention was on her, waiting for her to begin speaking.

"I must thank you all once again for accepting my proposal to be a Champion in the fight against Calamity Ganon. As a token of Hyrule's gratitude, I have for each of you something you can wear to identify yourself as a Champion. You are all expected to wear this for the Champion's Ceremony, and other events where you will be acting as Champion." She started by handing Mipha and Daruk their Champion garbs, both thanking her as they began tying the sashes across their chests.

"Your work is remarkable as always, Princess." Urbosa smiled at her, holding the skirt over the one she was wearing. Zelda smiled shyly. The only other time she ever heard such genuine praise was when she figured something out in her research. It was arduous work. There were many failed attempts before there was a success, so victories were rare and most of the time only led to more questions. Not to say that it wasn't satisfying—Zelda recalls the joy that ran through her veins when she first got the Sheikah Slate to turn on. But she would take what she could get here.

"Hmph. I was due for a new scarf." Revali stated, stubbornly refusing to give anyone praise. But Zelda could tell by the way he quickly put it on and began to preen himself that he enjoyed the look much more than he let on.

Finally, she turned to Link. She handed him his tunic, her back straight and held head high. It wasn't just etiquette that drove her to present it as officially as she did. She had spent so much time on it and was rather proud of the result. It was probably the one she was most proud of.

She wondered for so long how to tie in the Hero's garb with the other Champion's, who had their respective Divine Beast embroidered on their garb. It was odd coming up with a way to incorporate the Master Sword, but she was proud when—after hours and a few dozen drafts—she made a design that seamlessly incorporated it into the front of the shirt. The triforce on the back was another symbol she was happy to add so that the back wasn't so bare. Overall, she chose embellishments that she thought would suit the Hero.

He took the tunic in both hands, his eyes glancing over the design. But his eyes were still as blank as always, and he simply bowed his head. Not a word passed his lips.

Though years of pilgrimages have yet to yield her any results in her quest to unlock the sealing power that was her birthright, it had taught Zelda a lot about being patient. Right now, she couldn't be more thankful for years of silence to teach her when to keep quiet herself.

After the Champion's Ceremony ended and a commemorative photo was taken, the Champions began heading home. Urbosa and Daruk were leaders of their respective people, and Mipha had her own duties to her family as a daughter and a sister, and to the Zora as princess. Revali mentioned something about training and his own responsibilities as pride of the Rito, but Zelda knew he could have stayed as long as he had liked.

Zelda, turned around to head to the courtyard once she finished waving off the Champions and nearly ran into Link. She half-expected him to leave with the other Champions, to make his way through the castle to meet up with his father or other knights stationed at the castle. If she faltered, she recovered quickly. Link gave no sign that he was bothered, not that he gave much sign he was thinking or feeling anything.

"I apologize, I didn't expect you to still be here."

No response.

"Well then," She curtsied, "Thank you for your time today, Sir Knight." And with that, she went off to find Robbie, Impa and Purah. They were planning to spend the night in the castle after the ceremony and had brought some research from the lab to the castle so they could work on it that night. She spent too much of the day being the Princess of Destiny, now she craved a slice of fruitcake and a few hours to research.

She tensed, ears perked, and clenched her fists when she realized he was following her. Seemed she wasn't going to be rid of him just yet. She made her way to the courtyard where her Research team said they would be at a faster—but deceptively graceful, of course—pace. Surely Link was just going in the same direction and, as he was still a knight, had to follow the protocol of staying behind her and watching her back. The swell of an accordion playing in the distance harmonized with Zelda's cheer when she noticed the footsteps fade as the courtyard came into view.

Robbie had brought a Guardian with him to Hyrule Castle for their research. The Guardians and the Divine Beasts were both similar in their purpose for defeating Ganon, and reports from 10 thousand years ago suggested that the Sheikah Slate had some governance over the Divine Beast's controls. Today they planned to test if the Sheikah Slate had any control over the Guardians, or if the Guardians were truly autonomous.

Robbie was poking and prodding at the Guardian, nodding to himself occasionally and murmuring to himself. Its head was spinning, eyes glowing blue, as it surveyed the area and cautiously crawled around the courtyard. It was capable of moving on its own though its movements weren't too confident. Perhaps after a few test runs in the castle courtyard they could move to a larger space, perhaps Hyrule Field. Space was an important variable to test, especially when considering factors like the Guardian's speed and endurance.

She was careful not to get in Robbie's way as she walked over to Purah who wrote down notes furiously from the sideline. Impa kept a cautious eye on the both of them, as well as the strange machine. Her presence was required for most experiments as the head of the Ancient Technology Research Team, but while she found ancient technology intriguing, she wasn't exactly interested in it the same way Zelda and the others were. She was really only there to babysit Purah and Robbie, both deemed too irresponsible to be left to their own devices with the ancient technology and the mysterious energy that powered it.

Zelda gave a curt smile and a wave to Passeri as he played accordion. Hopefully, he would keep it quiet. Certainly, he was quite skilled, and she enjoyed his music at the right moment. But it could be hard to focus when she was working on a problem and couldn't hear her own thoughts over one of his many unnamed songs.

"I hope I didn't miss anything too interesting." Zelda said, now standing beside Purah.

"We were just setting up and running a few basic tests, Princess. We need the slate for this experiment, after all." Purah stopped writing her notes and looked up at Zelda, a glint in her eye. "I already have an idea for the next experiment. We should see if there's a way to extract the photo from the slate."

Zelda raised her brows inquisitively.

Purah rattled on, "Well, it's a nice photo but it doesn't do much good if it's just on the slate."

Zelda hummed thoughtfully. It would be nice to have something physical to represent the alliance between the Hylians, the Gorons, the Rito, the Zora and the Gerudo, Zelda mused, and if they managed to seal the Calamity it would probably take another 10,000 years at least for him to return. They had lost so much, spending centuries believing that the Calamity was just a legend. Having a photo to prove the threat was real would be a wise move.

"Hmm…There are plenty of painters we could hire to recreate the image." Zelda offered, but Purah frowned and shook her head.

"Not like that, Princess. I mean without a painter."

"Is that even possible?" Zelda gaped. Surely if one could create a physical copy of the pictures taken on the slate, some would have been left behind with the other records.

"It's worth looking into. I'll have to borrow the slate from you in the future, I'd like the make my own to test out creating our own runes." Zelda nodded, a bit reluctant to let go of the slate. It was selfish of her, she knew, but she was proud that she was the one to get it working. It was a constant reminder of her duty to Hyrule, but it was also a symbol that she could do something. That her hard work was leading her somewhere.

The accordion's notes cut out shortly, leaving a nasty tone in her ears before it was overshadowed by an unfamiliar rapid whirring and then a blast.

There was a grunt and the whirring diminuendo-ed to a stop.

Zelda turned around.

Him.

Blinding gold stood out against shades of blue. The golden trifold matched the embroidered white triforce on the royal champion blue, claiming the sword and its Hero for Hyrule. There he was, body poised to assess an enemy and strike or defend at a moments notice. She followed his gaze. Just ahead, the Guardian was silent, its head erratically twisting and turning. Smoke rose up from its cracked eye, no doubt from a direct and powerful blow. But as far as Zelda knew, he only carried the Master Sword, which was sheathed. She turned her attention to Link's hands, expecting to see something and absolutely infuriated to discover what the Hero of Hyrule's weapon of choice was.

A pot-lid. He destroyed the Guardian—something they spent years excavating and researching for their upcoming battle against Ganon—with a pot-lid. She glared between his impromptu weapon and the broken Guardian before her gaze fell to the Master Sword displayed on his back.

She was miffed, but it looked like only the eye was damaged. The internals would surely require some tinkering but it wasn't beyond repair. They'd just have to table their experiment for another day while they worked to fix the Guardian and then they would be back on track. She took a deep breath. Everything would be fine.

Suddenly, there was an explosion of parts and Zelda had to swallow a scream. She couldn't help but jump at the noise, but any screws or bolts that threatened her bounced of the pot-lid shield.

"Princess, are you alright?" Impa asked. Link glanced back at Zelda, eyes blank.

"The Guardian." She said tersely, trying to play up her royal vibrato. Her blood was boiling and she gripped her skirt to keep herself from shaking. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the mess of Guardian parts that laid before her.

"Oh, yes," Robbie fixed his glasses and addressed what he believed to be Zelda's concern, "I'm not sure why it acted up like that, but it just means that from now on we have to be more careful when activating and testing out the Guardians.

"But it was working. We need as many Guardians as we can. We still haven't found the ones beneath the castle. Until we do, our army against Ganon is made up of only the Guardians we've already excavated and now we are down one unit." She gestured to the screws and bolts strewn and scattered on the grass.

Link just stared at her blankly while Purah, Robbie and Impa exchanged confused glances.

"Princess, it's just one Guardian. We'll find more." Purah said.

Zelda wanted to say that one Guardian could make all the difference. That it was foolish to slip on research—for her to slip—when their army was still small and untrained. Bitterly, she realized that the one best prepared for the Calamity was Link.

"Gather what pieces we can salvage and send them up to my study. There must be something we can learn from them."

"Send them to the Royal Ancient Technology Lab," Rhoam's booming voice shook the castle, knocking Zelda out of her angry stupor. Impa, Purah and Robbie bowed while Link got on his knee and hung his head. Rhoam shot Link a smile—Link wasn't even looking at him and yet her father smiled at him. He turned his attention to her, "Zelda, a word." He motioned for Zelda to follow. She spared one last glance to the others, all staring at her except for Link who kept his head down. With a huff, she turned around and followed her father to the door of her quarters.

"Tomorrow, I am assigning Link to be your knight attendant." The abrupt and unfortunate news made Zelda miss a step, but she recovered.

"But Father—"

"I do not want to hear it, Zelda. Link is a well-trained knight with skills that would make him a top contender even without the sword that seals the darkness to speak for him. His quick thinking saved you; He deflected a Guardian beam with a pot-lid!"

"Father, I beg of you to reconsider—"

"My mind is made up. I cannot, in good conscience, trust anyone else to be your knight attendant. I will inform Link and he will begin his duty beginning tomorrow. Do you understand?"

She felt something drop through her stomach and through the floor, and wondered for a second if the Goddess had cursed her and turned her to stone. She clenched her fists so she wouldn't grit her teeth.

"Zelda." There was an edge to his voice, his patience thinning the longer it took for her to respond.

"Yes, Father, I understand."

"Very well," Rhoam turned around, not even sparing Zelda a glance over his shoulder as he wished her a good night's rest before leaving her to stew in her misery.

Knowing she would never have a moment alone, constantly followed by him, weighed down on her more than any prison shackles could. She'd rather be followed by Hyrule's entire army than have the Hero be her knight attendant. She'd sooner try her luck crossing the Gerudo Desert or navigating the Lost Woods. She'd prefer it if every one of the castle staff spoke to her honestly about her failures than be followed around by the man who embodied them all, a quiet reminder of every way she was a disappointment—a disgrace.

But it seemed to her that she really did have no favor with the Goddess. She skipped her nightly devotions, unable to bring her mind any solace through research or sleep. Writing in her diary didn't help ease her troubled heart either, and so she resigned herself to lay on her bed and look out at the moon hung high against the dark velvet sky sprinkled with stars.

She tossed and turned all night, figuring a poor night's sleep was a good harbinger as any for the the nightmare she'd endure tomorrow and everyday after being followed by Hyrule's Hero.

If she really contained this great power, how could she feel so helpless?

Tomorrow, she would be strong. But tonight. Tonight she let her bitterness swallow her whole.