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Why we failed pt 18 Dilemma at Dawn

Authors Notes: I'm sorry it took so long. I have been focusing on the audio version of the story and honestly, when I write I have to do a hundred revisions and write, and re-write over and over my initial draft. I'm not a good writer so I have to do this to make sure it's good enough for presentation. It's just the way I operate. My apologies.  I hope that through that, you enjoy the finished outcome.

Why we failed pt. 18

Dilemma at Dawn

As the first light of dawn pierced the horizon, beams of sun slipped through a gap in the pavilion's sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow upon Princess Zelda's sleeping form. High in the steeples of the Citadel and the castle rookeries, bells tolled, heralding the day to all the people. Talk about a welcome to the day indeed, Zelda thought with a groan into her pillow. Fortunately, for her, the heavy bells only chimed three times.

Their she lay as warm light kissed her eyelids, slowly pulling her from the depths of slumber. Her golden hair, slightly tousled from sleep, framed her face like a halo.

Zelda's long lashes fluttered as she awoke, and after a long yawn with her hands reaching to the sky, she half-dared to ask for her maids to pull the drapes closed so she can get a couple more hours, or at least a few more minutes of sleep. Alas, she knew better. Instead, her eyes slowly blinked open to the soft, amber glow of the morning.

Today was the first day of the Trial of the Flame. There would be no more postponements. The looming trial of Courage awaited, and if she expected the initiates to have bravery in facing their tasks set before them, then she had little to complain about and should embrace her duty as well.

So, she stretched gracefully, her slender form outlined by the satin white nightgown that clung gracefully to her figure, its delicate folds accentuating her curves and the gentle rise and fall of her breath as she lay, blankly staring to the canopy of the pavilion, contemplating what to do next.

Instead of giving in to the protest of her body which begged for rest and the alluring temptation of a soft bed, with Gerudo sheets and a palatial feather pillow, she sat up against the headrest and with another dutiful yawn pushed herself up on one elbow, and reached for a small, ornate mallet resting on her bedside table. The mallet, carved from dark Deku wood and polished to a sheen, felt cool and reassuring in her hand. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she struck a flat, brass cymbal mounted nearby. The clear, resonant sound filled the tent, a melodic chime that signaled her need for assistance.

Moments later, the heavy curtains at the entrance of her quarters parted silently. Expecting to see her maids, a dark-haired boy entered instead, a servant bowing low as he approached. He was clean-cut, thin and tall as a post, and poshly dressed. He kept his eyes respectfully lowered yet couldn't help but sneak a peek at the princess's beauty, illuminated by the dawn's gentle light. Her elegance as she sat up in her bed stirred uncontrollable feelings in a teen lad his age, the morning sun casting a soft glow on her delicate features and exposed skin. Zelda felt anything but worthy of admiring eyes, and her cheeks reddened, almost daring to use her sheets to cover herself.

"Y—your Highness," the servant spoke softly, his voice carrying a tone of reverence. "H—how may I serve you?" he stammered, bowing low to hide his own blush.

Zelda, her eyes warm and kind, offered a gentle smile as she fought the embarrassment and frantically fixed her unkempt dangling hair with her hands. "I—I would like some cool water, please," she said, her voice as shaky as his. "And um, where are my handmaidens?"

"S—so sorry, your highness, they have gone to finish preparations for your morning and left me in their stead for only just a moment. My apologies, I will get you what you request, right away," he replied hurriedly, his tone deferential.