There was a small ball happening inside Hyrule Castle. It wasn’t anything huge, but it was certainly nice. The Queen was currently chatting with some of the guests that had come. She had a kind smile on her face.
Link’s eyes locked onto the distant figure, her silhouette hauntingly familiar. She was someone he’d seen in the memories Zelda had left behind—but who was she? His hand instinctively reached for the Master Sword, but his fingers grasped empty air. +
Panic flickered in his chest as he touched his back, feeling only the familiar weight of the shield the king had given him long ago, when he first became Zelda’s knight. His breath hitched. The sword was gone. His mind raced, but his gaze never wavered from the figure.
Link watched the unfamiliar, yet eerily familiar figure approach. She didn’t radiate hostility, but years of battles had taught him caution. He let his guard slip, just for a moment, as he stepped closer. His hand, still marked by Rauru’s ancient power, rested at his side, ++
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The Queen felt as if she was being watched. Was it Rauru? Was it a guard? She turned around, her eyes landing on Link. Now who might this be?
“Are you alright, dear?”
She asked calmly, she wasn’t sure who this boy was either. She’s never seen what Link looked like, only heard about him from Zelda.