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/ɑːˈɡjuːt/ adj; sagaciousness; shrewd. independent && selective twilight princess zelda. written by empy.

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magnanimousmonarch

          SHE IS embarrassed -- that much can be (with full certainty) surmised from the warm, erubescent hue tinting her alabaster cheeks, the timidity imbued within the upward curvature of her lips, and the way her thin brows are ever so gingerly furrowed, but she does not allow such flusterment to affect her manner or comportment as she addresses her fellow monarch (what sort of princess would she be if she allowed such emotion to dictate her words and actions?).

          ❝--Excuse me, Pea-- Your Highness? I do not mean to intrude on you whilst you are so preoccupied, but...would you mind it if I joined you?❞

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"A thousand pardons, Your Royal Highness. I have heard that my resemblance to the Princesses and Queens of old is quite striking, but I assure you, it is just that; a resemblance. I mean no insult by it."

Just to be sure, she dips into a low bow.

"I am merely a wandering minstrel, Your Grace. No one of import."

          ❝ARISE, WANDERER. Your pardons, though appreciated, are not needed nor are they what I desire. I desire for -- forgive me if I cross any boundaries, here -- an identification and explanation.❞

          ❝I do not believe your marked similitude to one of the bygone Crowns can be elucidated and simply dismissed with, as you say, ❛just that❜. Again, apologies for the encroachment, but if you do not mind my asking: from whence do you hail?❞

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reflectedhero

          NOT A single word leaves the sovereign’s lips as she inspects him with inquisitive (probing) eyes -- she is utterly soundless, even as muted sapphire meets burning scarlet, as delicate brows are raised and a gilded torso is ever so lightly inclined forward, as lily-white ivories skim across those very selfsame roseate appendages before they are marginally parted to release nothing but a gentle breath--

          She is curious, very much so, but it is this fulsome f a s c i n a t i o n with the unknown that renders her so speechless. She has so much to say, so many questions to ask; it is rather difficult to decide where exactly she should start.

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frayedwisdom

          ❝--AND WHO are you to personate such an honourable figure?❞

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LEND US THE LAST OF YOUR POWER.

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triforceofpower

          HER ODIUM for him is glaringly patent. It is what glisters in optics of subdued sapphire, what indurates taut muscles, what e m a n a t e s from the queen’s staunch bearing (but never once is it displayed upon her pale countenance -- impassivity is not a mere propensity; it is a part of her), and while she might have castigated herself for allowing such a n i m u s to exist unveiled within the presence of the one whom she so disrelished, the fiendish man before her does not deserve to be regarded with comity or propriety of any sort.

          But even the most brutish of men are worthy of simple salutations, and so that is what she shall give him: a(n acknowledgement) salutation. Nothing more, nothing less.

          ❝Ganondorf.❞ (She feels a grimace tentatively tug at her features but swiftly dismisses it -- the name leaves an unpleasant, acrid taste on her tongue and she does not like it at all, but to show emotion in the face of a monster would be most unfavourable.)

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littleballofpower

          ❝BEG PARDON.❞ Though her apology is rather laconic and terse, there is nothing curt about the action that follows it -- an extremity of silken white is lifted and gently deposited on pale clavicles and golden-graced torso is dipped downwards into a sweeping bow.

          ❝I was not particularly aware of my surroundings -- it was not within my intentions to collide with you.❞

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