With apologies and meteorology for her before she’s enough time to disconnect her sword from her baldric. It was expected of her to stand there, poised and elegant, while her loyal knight offered his excuses. Word from ‘common tongue’ had always maintained that there was an air of ‘detached’ or ‘aethereal’ to the royal line. Always a ‘distant love’ from the line Hyrule, Zelda believed most in her kingdom had come to expect it of her by now.
She hoped he would not mind her sitting, mid-question, on the edge of the well and laughing. Not at him! Not- Not really.
“Be at ease, Sir. You’ve more time in actual combat than most have in our training yards, if I’m not mistaken-” And she rarely was, as the council had been so reluctant to admit. “-you can bunk off for the day if you’d like. I’ll even keep your secret, if you could do me the kindness of keeping mine in turn.”
No longer laughing, but smiling just as bright, the queen pulled a worn wooden pipe from her sleeve with a hand-sewn pouch of herbs following.
“I’d told the council I’d return to my chambers for a ‘missive’ from the eastern front. I co- Oh, feel free to retake your seat, sir. There is a storm coming, after all.”