#elftetimmen

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Why, the more ordinary in appearance, the less people will look. …Though I don’t suppose you share the same goals, do you sir?

Interesting...

No, not really. [laughs lightly] I'm quite proud of my ensemble. I fashioned it myself, you know.

Hilda gripped her sword apprehensively as she grimly surveyed the damage to the temple: marbled columns lay in ruins, statues shattered into dust, and the sacred altar to Lorule’s triforce cracked and broken.

The sounds of enemy hoplites crashing through the doors reached her ears and with a trademark frown, she turned to her companion, the former cowardly mechanic.

Onox had been working at the bar for about a month now, still under the guise of Ordon. He had become far better at his job and now knew quite a few of the unusual drinks that customers liked to order. Admittedly, he still missed his job in the castle though he had a better source of information here. 

During his time here he had heard, either through people he had spoken to or from eavesdropping on conversations, about the death of one of the Oracles, the disaster of the Masquerade which he was no very glad he hadn't attended, and even about an attempted break-in at the castle. Of course he liked to think that things wouldn't have gone downhill so fast if he had been allowed to keep his job, but there was nothing that could be done about that now.

2. One of my obsessions.

Jewelry. I’ve always been extremely fond of it. I have quite the collection now.

3. What was going on in my life a year ago

“Something wrong, Princess?” He met her gaze.

Her normally steel composure slipped, “N-nothing. It’s nothing.”

She could feel the warmth in her cheeks and reprimanded herself. She was here to save her people. She frowned and turned back to her desk. He smiled and continued his survey of the room. Her room was filled with piles of books, covering her desk, bed, and most of the floor. His eyes settled on the princess, her dark hair swaying slightly as she breathed. She began to mutter to herself, following the lines of the book with her finger. Drake couldn’t help but smile as he watched her. After hours of silence she sighed and closed the book and looked to her guard. He was still watching her, smiling gently.

“Ah, Drake?” She asked as their eyes met.

Her voice cut into his thoughts, “Yes, Princess?”

She looked to her hands, “Why do you follow me?”

“Hmm…” He brought a hand to his chin, “I suppose because I love your cause. You inspire me to act.”

Her throat caught at the first half of his response. She cleared her throat, covering her mouth with a gloved hand.

“Princess, are you ill?” He approached the desk, deftly weaving through the books.

She could feel the warmth returning, her face reddening. “No, I-”

Drake crossed over to her and placed a hand on her forehead.

“Princess, you’re quite warm.” He frowned slightly. She could hear the concern in his voice.

“A-am I?” She felt her cheek. Even through the glove, she could feel the heat.

“You should rest, Hilda. You won’t do any good by getting sick.”

She opened her mouth to respond, to say she didn’t need to rest, to say she was fine. Hilda. He’d called her Hilda, a name she’d not heard from his lips since she divulged her secret. He’d insisted on the royal form of address. She pressed her lips into a line and exhaled deeply before nodding. He helped clear the bed of books and turned away as she dressed for sleep. She finished changing and climbed into bed.

“Drake…do you mind…” She spoke, her voice not much louder than a whisper.

“Ah, forgive me.” He moved to leave.

“No!” She called after him, a little louder than she’d intended.

He stopped and looked back, surprised, “Princess?”

“Please…stay.” Her voice was the same as always, but he could see the plea in her eyes. “At least until I fall asleep.”

Drake smiled and moved back to the bed, leaning in to kiss her cheek. As he lowered his head, she turned to ask him a question and their lips met. Neither broke away and both closed their eyes. Their kiss was innocent and sweet, a kiss borne of affection.

Drake pulled away slowly, “Sleep well…Hilda”

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