The Fate Of Hyrule

Chapter Three

Zelda stood in the doorway, her lips parted as she felt the suspense leave her body. She grabbed his hand, pulled him inside, and immediately slammed the door behind them both, locking it. She released a relieved breath as she stepped away from the door and brought Shylo to the window, far away from the door. "I'm so glad you're here, I was worried for a bit that you wouldn't show." She quietly admitted to him.

He furrowed his brows, "Of course I'd be here. This is for the betterment of Hyrule, and for you, Your Majesty." He quietly responded.

Zelda smiled softly, "Thank you." With a quick sigh, she grasped his hands, the rope still clutched in his right hand, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I can be." He told her, "I brought rope so we don't plummet to our death's."

She nodded with a brief giggle, "Perfect. While you do that, I'll get our substitutes."

"Substitutes?"

"Well..." She seemed a tiny bit embarrassed as she broke eye contact, "Since people are expecting us to..." She looked at him again, "You know..." She tucked some hair behind her long, pointed ear, "I allowed my personal maid to bring her husband so the Gerudo are less suspecting of us, in hopes that they will buy us some time until the morning instead of being plotted against right away."

While it was a unique solution, it wasn't bad. "Hm." Shylo bobbed his head to the side as he thought about it, "Interesting, but it works."

She nodded, "Alright, you set this up," She patted the hand carrying the rope, "I will get the party-makers."

Shylo nodded as she parted from him. Immediately, he began attaching one end of the rope to the nearby chest at the end of the bed. It was hefty enough, and even when he leaned all his weight against it, it didn't budge, so he figured it would hold them on their way down.

Zelda tip-toed to her bathroom door and opened it, quietly shushing the two plump elderly folk as she escorted them further into the bedroom. "I trust you will keep your voices down?" She asked Mariym and her husband.

Mariym giggled and nodded, "Oh yes dear, we will do our best."

Zelda awkwardly smiled and chuckled, "Great, thank you." She turned to Shylo as he approached her.

"The rope is set up, I'll go first, then you, just in case, you know..." He imitated hitting his head with his fist.

She nodded with a smile, "I understand."

Shylo let out an anxiety filled sigh, "Alright, here we go..." He approached the window and stepped over, carefully lowering himself onto the rope and hanging on. He made his way down rather quickly. Stepping onto the ground, he stepped away and looked up, watching Zelda to make sure she didn't fall.

Zelda looked over the edge. The height was intimidating... But she had to do it. 'This is it...' She stepped over the ledge and positioned her feet. Just before she sunk below the window, she looked over to her diadem and earrings which sat on her vanity counter. 'For the people...' She thought to herself before lowering herself down onto the rope, gripping it with her feet, then one hand. As quickly as she could, she gripped with the other hand.

Shylo had a hand over one of his hips, the other over his forehead. "I hope she doesn't fall... What were we thinking..." He thought out loud.

She looked at Mariym and her husband, who watched by the end of the bed, smiles on their faces. Mariym's hands were clasped by her chest. She whispered to Zelda, "Good luck!"

It made Zelda smile. Knowing people truly did believe in her, it gave her more confidence that she could achieve her goals. "Thank you, Mariym. I'll see you later." She told them quietly before taking a deep breath and looking down again.