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Princess Zelda

"One day. I will be queen"

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Zelda held her tongue once she finished speaking. Quietly standing behind her father's throne. Almost seeming invisible now. The elegant princess watching the Gerudo King closely. Once everything was over, Zelda had left before Ganondorf could. She was nearly to her room until two of her sheikan guards mentally spoke to her. Turning around the princess walked to the hidden chamber where Slyn was normally found. "Slyn? I heard crashing" Zelda skillfully lied calling the apprentice. Slyn had a habit of crashing things or being clumsy. It's as the sheikan's said. Ganondorf was with the young necromancer. "Oh~ Lord Ganondorf, is everything alright?" The princess asked as she entered the room. Seeing Ganondorf looming over Slyn. The princess looped around Ganondorf, standing next to Slyn. "My, Yamrhya sure keeps this room a mess. Did you just clean up a bit slyn?" Zelda asked the young necromancer. Zelda didn't care that she was interrupting. This room held much arcane knowledge that she did not want Ganondorf seeing. Nor would her usual guard and teacher Yamrhya. Zelda cheerfully smiled to the two of them.
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"I must restore the light"

Mood:Concerned
Location: Hyrule Castle
Company: King of Hyrule and company
Thoughts: Yamrhya won't be happy Slyn....
Quotes:

Slyn waited until he was certain the foreign king was out of earshot before addressing the timely princess. Giving a sarcastic curtsy, he regarded the princess with barely concealed disdain. "Why, thank you, your highness. If you hadn't swooped in to rescue me, I'm afraid his wicked tongue would have talked my oh-so-innocent ears off of my oh-so-innocent head." The princess probably didn't deserve such rudeness, but Slyn was at a loss, never having been in such a mixed situation before. He didn't know what the appropriate reaction would be, so he just spoke as he usually would; a disheveled youth whose remarks could be quickly dismissed as hormonal and unimportant.

Stepping towards the back of the room, he grabbed his shovel from the wall. He glanced back at the princess. Pretty as ever, and increasingly nosy. He rolled his eyes, not explaining his outward angst. He was thankful that Ganondorf was gone, disappointed that he wasn't going to receive the promised 'recognition,' and embarrassed that he'd been saved by a girl he mentally referred to as his Royally Self-Appointed Nanny. He bent down to pick up as many of the armor pieces as he could in one trip. "Speaking of ears, Princess, I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd keep yours to your self. Now, if you don't mind, I have some more crashing to do."