Four years later, Drew could not recall much of their first meeting past that. The two tried their best to reach out to the other, but it only ended in awkward tension and Drew ignoring her to play with his brothers. They did not bond like a future husband and wife should. Luckily, the prince was able to avoid her for the few years. Now that he was fifteen and showing an interest in the opposite sex, the king hoped his son and Zelda would create that bond in this meeting.

I wonder if she has her boobs yet, Drew thought as they waited at the gates for Zelda’s carriage. She’s only eleven, but the maid’s daughter got them around that age too. Oh man, Charlene’s breasts are amazing.

Zelda heard the trumpet heralding her arrival go off with dismay. She had to admit that she was not overly fond of the idea of seeing her betrothed again. In fact, the idea seemed so overly unpleasant that she'd nearly considered feigning illness in order to escape it. Though she knew no one would have believed her and she might as well get used to Prince Andrew before she was stuck where she was and married--for the goddess' sake-- to the boy.

When she entered the premise of the castle she swept her skirts up away from her feet in order to keep from tripping and embarrassing herself. Zelda attempted her most regal entrance as possible. Her parents had stayed behind at the gate, insisting that she visit alone this time and that it would do her good to get to know her future spouse without the looming presence of parents. The princess approached the end of the carpet and looked up into the strikingly blue eyes of the fifteen-year-old prince standing above her by at least four full inches.

"Well met, Prince Andrew Westergard of the Southern Isles."

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Hana smiled as her friend gave her a free refill; it wasn’t needed, of course, the Westergaard being one of the wealthiest people in school, but if a perk was possible, she would take it.

❝It’s not called an ego when I’m just being honest, darling. Not my fault if others’ self esteems are so fragile they can’t handle it,❞ she remarked.

That wasn’t directed towards Zelda, naturally, who could more than handle her own against the redhead, but rather a few of the other u n d e s i r a b l e s in their classes.

Zelda caught the hint of annoyance in Hana's voice that was always used when addressing the people in their classes who were less than what Hana found to be ideal. She smiled as she untied her apron and hung it up behind the counter with the rest, waving to her boss to let her know she was leaving and sliding out from behind the counter.

"And who would you be referring to this time? The blonde--or the other redhead? I can't ever remember their names, though, they always seem to slip my mind."

She shrugged and slipped into the seat across from her friend, stealing her drink and taking a sip. It was her payment for the free refill and she took it completely guilt-free.

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“—wait, why do I have to put up with any of this? With you? There’s not a law, you know. It’s not like I have to help you because you’re whining about it. And even if there was a law, I’d just end up breaking it, like pretty much e v e r y other rule in existence.” “—there’s only one thing that’d make me consider helping you and that’s how much you’re willing to pay.”

Zelda sighed, not surprised in the least but still a little dissapointed by the thief's actions. Some part of her had wished he wouldn't look for something as petty as gold as a reward for service but it certainly wasn't shocking.

"Of course there's a reward. I said Princess, didn't I? I'm not daft, everyone has a price."

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” Ah - ! That’s right. You sit nearer to the front than I do. Honestly — I don’t think I’ve met a more enthusiastic litterateur.” — He would not lie ; the girl was a studious one and the kind to be admired.

"I don't know if I'm really --enthusiastic, as you say. More that I can't really afford to fail--well--anything. My scholarship depends on my GPA."

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Darkness to Light

Unlike with the Hero, there was no surprising Zelda with his sudden arrivals, or even his quick departures. She knew every one of his tricks from when they were one, when he protected her very essence with his existence. If she could not tell when he was before her, or when he was watching he would have to wonder of her current state. She was aware of when her shadow stretched, and when he hid within it. It was still his duty to ensure her protection with or without the Hero nearby – though as it was presently the lad in green would be off living the years he did not have, and would not be returning to this realm again. A sad thought truly but Link thought he to be nothing more than a piece of Zelda’s consciousness, and his purpose had been served. For now, that was best.

Her micro mannerisms were noticed immediately as his eyes would dare to flicker upon her person, as she turned he would look back down, his time with the darker overlord still apparent in his own action. He knew that despite his best efforts, devils from that time still lingered within the back of his mind. The shadow was not immune, even if he could cage it and cast it aside faster than most others. But that did not stop the scars from around his throat to occasionally burn. His duty came before all else, and he would still stand by it now. Her touch was accepted without any complaint from the Sheikah, and he would allow for his head to lift with her guidance, crimson looking to the sea blues before him.

With great care he would slip his bandaged palm into hers, raising up to stand barely an inch higher than she. The curtsy was greeted with a more formal bow, before he would slowly bring his hand back from hers. He took her words in, internally much more touched than he would allow to be shown upon his face. He knew better than to argue, to say that Link had done most of it, but he knew, he knew he had a great hand to play in Ganondorf’s downfall with how he acted as both his right hand and Link’s most informative ally. Double lives could split people into two – which would explain some discrepancies in his personality. Sheik knew that most simply thought him to be a minstrel, but he was well aware the gravity which was held in Zelda’s words. With it, a nod followed. “Of course, My Lady…” he would not have to tell her how important she was to him. That was unneeded truly. “My apologizes… If it has brought offence.”

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"----Oh no! Do not worry about offense. To be perfectly frank I was intending to do you a service, though perhaps my wording made it seem as more of a reprimand. I am sorry."

She smiled widely before circling the Sheikah. No like a predator but like a worried parent, checking to make sure every inch of their charge was left unscathed. Finally she paused at his back, her frown returning to add a worry line on the center of her forehead.

Zelda reached out and fingered the long winding braid down Sheik's back, hoping he wouldn't object to the impropriety of her touch. She counted the knotches, one for every years of the sheikah's life. One for every year that the man before her had been under some kind of contract of servitude. One for every year his humanity became a little dimmer as people tried to beat it out of him, force him into the same position as nothing more than a dog. She found that she was shaking in anger.

"You added another year. Another year for me."

She did not say this in joy or anything close to any sort of happiness. Her words were laced with absolute and complete disappointment in herself and those at the palace who had made this man feel as though he was still in servitude, that he still had a master and that he was still worth less than the Hylians in her care.

"You do not serve me, Sheik. You are my friend."

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Landon had just narrowly missed the punch that was thrown by Aeon, ducking underneath the first just in time to see the young woman make her way towards the door. Aeon had hardly even noticed, so focused on the fight that he hadn’t cared his previous prey had escaped.

Although, Landon was so focused on the girl that he hadn’t noticed Aeon’s knee before it smashed against his face. The man’s mouth filled with a coppery taste, like he was chewing on coins, and he pushed himself away from his attacker. The bar patron’s erupted into cheers and shouts as the fight erupted. Blood had began to pool from Landon’s nose and fill his mouth from where he had bitten his tongue from the knee. That was the plan all along, however.

Frustrate a drunk Aeon, save the girl - who seemed to always appear wherever Gonzo wished to ‘scope out’ - and distract the patrons enough to give her a good running start. Although, when the girl backtracked and ran the other way, he stopped his assaults on the drunken man’s bruised and bloodied face.

Landon noticed when Gonzo flung himself at a patron. Not good. The girl… The girl!

"Finish this off ya damn bastard." Landon gasped as a fist buried into his gut. How many more punches were thrown, only the Gods would know. All the man remembered next was being thrown out into the freezing night air and letting out a garbled groan as he tried to collect his thoughts that were muddled through the pain. His head lolled to the side, blue meeting blue as the girl kept her gaze locked on him. He offered her a small grin and a wave, although whenever he tried to get up his muscles screamed in protest. So, he stayed on the ground, at least for the moment.

"I’d ‘pologize on his behalf, but that implies he won’t do it ‘gain, ‘n’ I can’t promise that. I do promise that if he ever tried again, I ain’t gonna let him win that time.”

She glanced around for a moment worriedly before rushing towards the man. Her nails scratched at the backside of her left hand, a nervous tick, and she pulled on the sleeve to make sure it was completely covering the golden crest adorning it. Zelda knew it was already covered, but it was another habit she had picked up after years of hiding.

The ex-princess bent down and knelt next to the man, pulling a handkerchief from her breast pocket and dabbing worriedly at his nose.

"----Oh--oh my this is all my fault, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have been there anyway! If I hadn't, none of this...your poor nose..."

She shrugged helplessly, trailing off in an apologetic silence and continuously dabbing at the scarlet stream around his nose and mouth.

She sighed at his words, though felt a little pang of something beneath her chest. They were foolish promises, nothing he would be able to keep. But the effort was there, and nice.

Zelda swept the hair back behind her ear and smiled weakly in the man's direction. He was handsome, but in a rugged farmer sort of way, and his nose was more a stub from being broken too many times than a straight line as most would have been. But she didn't find it repulsive as she likely should have. --Instead it was intriguing, and different than what she was used to.

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