Thank the stars above she got away, at least for one night.
Being confined to the castle walls, she knew it was her obligation. She knew she had a role to fill. But the responsibility wasn't always easy. Merely one she accepted. Zelda didn't have a choice in the matter. Fate had chosen this for her. A soft breath, the air of summer had a certain sweetness to it. Her favorite season, she had to make the most of it while it was here. But when you weren't even allowed out of the town's borders without being forced to take guards alongside you, it was equally tiring.
Her royal guards weren't even that great in combat. She had to use wooden tipped arrows when testing their combative skill. If she used real arrows, they may have gotten truly injured. If she used her magic, they would surely be killed. All of them had chosen their roles by volunteering, she couldn't fault them for their lack of skill. It just bothered her. Zelda was the greatest sorceress in all the kingdom. She held a piece of the Gods themselves in her right hand, its glow hidden by her elbow length glove.
The Goddess in mortal form. That was to be her fate. She was never fated to have freedom. Only obligation. Royalty. Seen as a messenger of the Gods. The Embodiment of Wisdom. Maybe things would improve slightly when she was old enough to be crowned queen, but even she knew that wouldn't change much.
Glancing down, piercing blue eyes gazed into her own reflection. The embodiment of beauty. That was what a princess was to be. Flawlessly beautiful. Seen, not heard. She had the final say, and that was it. Everything else was decided by her council.
Glance turning upwards, she would always have the stars. At least they were beautiful, and--
An imbalance in the time stream? Her status as Sage came first. There's no time to think. The sight of a man falling, almost as instinct, Zelda stepped forward, if only to catch him. Well! At least he didn't slam into the ground, right?
She may have looked the part of a Goddess, and though it was a secret from the rest of Hyrule, Zelda was very much still a trained Sheikah Warrior. The woman had more physical strength than her appearance let on. To hold a man like this wasn't difficult. Just... so far against tradition that even she felt awkward. A princess wasn't to carry a man this way. It was to be the other way around.
"...When they say a woman is to hope for her prince to come from the stars, this is not what I had in mind."
Flawless diction, as a princess should. She was prepared for any and all situations. Only reason she hadn't immediately put him down, was because there was a sense of surprise in one thing. This was a demon. What red flags would have been immediately set off, could easily be pushed aside. Clearly not another form of Ganon.
She could still feel the Demon King trying to break her seal. Clearly this was an anomaly in the time stream, which was why she did set him down. No need to be hostile, not yet. She'd observe. She'd wait for potential hostility, first, and until then, she would display proper behavior. She'd play her role, he doesn't need to know her extensive knowledge on time magic.
Exuding grace in every movement, Zelda's hands come to rest in front of her. Though her expression soft, her blue eyes were as piercing as ever.
"Sir, is it always your procedure to so gracefully fall from the heavens?"
