Swathed in golden regalia and silken violet dress, she supposes that intrusive curiosity would only prompt for their questions to take flight once their gaze would drift over to her was only natural. Though she did not mind, at first, it was starting to become a monotonous routine to the monarch, repetitious were the inquiries, she cared not for their curious but for finding a way out to home, where she belonged, where she should be. “Aye,” came melancholic tenor. “You would be correct in such assumptions, I am indeed part of the royal family where I hail from, however, I cannot say I am a worthy ruler of my kingdom...”
There was no Trif.orce to be found here, no. She knew that it was with the hero along with the currently trapped princess, this she could only presume as Hilda could only sense but a fraction of divine energy similar to that of the golden artifact. Rather unusual was it to come across something that carried a minute part of the Triforc/e and it brought but a thin string of cruel hope to the princess of a crumbled kingdom; something that she needed to cling onto if only to be a savior for the common folk.
“My people need me, and yet I have failed them upon arrival to this city. I wish to find my way back to them... do you suppose that there is a way out of here?”
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