“Tentative Beginnings”
“Yes, I daresay that the castle renovations are coming along quite nicely. If I were to provide you with an estimate as to how long the great hall and throne room would be repaired, I’d wager to guess that both would be finished inside of half a year,” a willowy blonde figure commented to an equally tall figure that walked beside her.
“That is excellent news, Your Majesty. The people of Hyrule have been without the castle as the centerpiece of their kingdom for far too long. I still find it hard to believe that this much progress had been made just two years since the Calamity had been banished,” responded the other figure--the one wearing the tell-tale off-white Sheikah robes with her hair pulled back in a bun.
Both figures continued their steady walk down the restored corridor, with its rich red velvet runner, tapestries depicting the Kingdom of Hyrule, and smooth marble floors. Queen Zelda turned to her new Sheikah advisor with the same bright smile that could light up an autumn sky. “When the different races come together for a task and work synergistically miracles can and do happen,” the young queen answered Hayee in a wistful tone. The two of them, as well as Zelda’s personal guard, were heading in the direction of her study to discuss a few matters that Hayee had overheard.
It was a battle that was proving to be useless. Zelda’s lips worked feverishly as she mouthed the words of her devotional to the goddess Hylia in hopes that it would stave off the tears that continued to seep through her eyelids. Surely the goddess would answer her prayers this time around. It wasn’t as if the young queen was asking for divine powers, but it was something far simpler: to end her tears and to face her future head on with no regrets for having to deny herself of the only person who had truly understood the pain that she endured. It’s as if you and I were cut from the same cloth and woven through the tapestry of time... Those words spoken to him when they were just teenagers tugged at her heart--uttered that evening when she broke down at the Shrine of Power as she sat dripping, cold and wet against Link as she tried to mend herself back together.
And she was struggling yet again. Her lips stilled and she slowly brought her hands up to cover her face as she wept quietly into her hands. She thought that she heard a sniffle come from Link’s direction, and although she couldn’t see him, she could practically feel his pain. How could she do this to him after all that he had done for her? For Hylia’s sake, he nearly died just for her!
A moment passed before she picked up on the sound of boots scuffing rhythmically on the brick walkway outside of the walled sanctuary. They sounded as if they were walking with purpose, its gait rhythmic yet dignified. The footsteps grew closer and closer until they came to a stomping halt just in front of Link. “Sir Link,” a booming voice addressed her guard, “this piece of correspondence arrived moments ago for her majesty.” With a salute, the young guard turned and marched off after depositing parchment envelope into his hand.











