Lost. He’s gotten himself lost. Ignoring the scolding words of his guardian fairy, boots push him further, desperation growing with each step. Cranium turning in search of an exit, some time passes before he makes a discovery. At the end of the path, he can see what he longs for: an exit. Heart soaring, steady jog quickly becomes a run, bringing him into the open in seconds.
Panting slightly, he finds himself before a gate. Glancing skyward, the castle that greets his eyes is unrecognizable. Where is he ? Face faltering, he’s about to head in its direction, but is stopped by a call for attention.
Forehead creasing, he begins to seek its source. Observing the vicinity, gaze travels across hurried passerby, eventually halting at— Zelda ?! At a momentary loss for words, he soon acknowledges that she’s speaking to him. Regaining lost composure, he hastily makes his approach.
❝ A - ah, your highness, I — ❞ Abruptly, his mouth shuts. He takes in her image &, feeling his stomach drop simultaneously, comes to a horrible realization: this isn’t Zelda. Starting to pale, there’s an uncomfortable silence until he asks: ❝ —— who … who are you ? ❞
–––––––––––– HER STOMACH IS AFLUTTER WITH THE GUILT OF BEING CAUGHT. ‘highness’, was the cue for her to begrudgingly reenter the castle; her hopes of escaping had gotten too far up! as her eyes close in a silent apology, she exhales softly. lips part ever so slightly as she begins, “nevermind, i shouldn’t have be––”
... what––? immediate befuddlement becomes increasingly apparent in her expression ‘pon the strange inquiry that followed. with a concerned glance towards the man’s paling face, crown dips to the side in quizzicalness & brows furrow. “who... am i? i am––you just said...” first & foremost, she felt troubled by his quick change in demeanor ( is it confusion or forgetfulness? ...what kind of guard immediately forgets who exactly he’s supposed to keep watch for? ).
she made a mental note to speak with the captain about taking just about any sword-skilled lad from the vicinity. ( though ... if being ignorant was a common trait in all soldiers, why, she could sneak out at any time she wanted... )
“i am ze––the princess zelda,” she says surely, gloved hands brushing at the fabric of her gown. “& don’t worry about me trying to get out now, i’ll be going back into the castle.” regrettably.
turning, the youth takes another quick look at the other who was clearly uncomfortable with her presence. ...what strange behavior he exuded. “are you alright, recruit?” she inquired, “if you’re ill or fatigued, you can go back into the castle.”
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