Of Divinity [Zelda]

[Zenethil]

Despite the frivolity that surrounded this festival, Zenethil still marveled at the origins of it. Celebration of the goddesses. Before Zelda became the Princess of Light, he remembered his celebration of Din had been ritual combat between the Knights. Of Nayru, a remembrance ceremony for their beloved ones, who had passed away before their time. Of Farore, quiet contemplation in the cloisters. Now, with a much more... Progressive monarch, the public were now provided a far more interesting spectacle, and yet, it still adhered to the same principles of the original religious practices. Today, Din was honoured with a tournament. For Farore and Nayru, he had yet to discover. Princess Zelda had kept much of the preparations to herself.

He strode through the vast network of performers, past the devout priesthood, marching as a mark of their piety to pay their respects at the tournament grounds. Knights stood on guard. Some were enjoying the festivities, enjoying their leave. Some a little too much. He smiled slightly. Let them have their fun today. Provided they were back on form tomorrow morning, he saw no reason to stop them. His ornate ceremonial armour gleamed in the sunlight, burnished gold polished to the finest of sheens. Red and white adorned his robes, his cloak, the griffon motif repeated on every plate, the pauldorns magnificently carved into the heads of the mightiest of birds heads. His head was held high, surveying the frivolity with casual interest.

He made his way directly to Zelda's personal tent, walking towards the guards, who stepped backward, pulling the tent doors open. He had selected these two specifically. They were two of the single most gifted Knights he had trained. The stoic look upon their faces said it all. They performed their duty without so much as faltering. He walked in briskly, bowing sharply to his Princess.

M'lady. You wished to see me?

[Princess Zelda]

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[Zenethil]

He nodded slightly to her, watching as she pushed the sleeves down on her magnificent garb, not her usual pink hued dress, but a sort of kimono, again pink, but more in keeping with the more festive nature of the day. Zenethil, naturally, ceremonial armour, looked the part, but still looked as imposing as always. In truth, few outside the Knights and Zelda knew truly how frail appearing he actually was. His massively bulky armour had been designed with that fact in mind, and would absorb most of the impact without actually damaging his frame. He stepped a little further into the tent, provoking the two guards outside to drop the canvas door down behind them, a slight ripple as the magical seal reformed. Nothing in the room could be heard. Helped keep matters of state private.

Reasonably. As always, my daughter Nairore takes issue with any man who makes even the slightest of advances upon her, and in the most violent of ways. Fortunately, she has the decency to make sure it's out of sight. I love her dearly, but sometimes I wish that she didn't have quite such a temper. But aside from some minor issues that can be solved with words, it is smooth.

He remained impassive, before pausing slightly, measuring his tone again, respectful, but being careful not to sound deadpan, or bored. Or, as was more likely, slightly annoyed. He continued once again.

The tournament progresses reasonably well, all things considered. Some slight hiccups now and again, but nothing that cannot be handled. The public seem to be enjoying the event. The medicae are also gaining some vital experience working with the Fairies. At the closure of the event, I would like to express particular thanks to Titania for lending her people's expertise.

He paused again, briefly, before pressing on.

I take it that matters of state once again take up your time Princess?

To the outside world, few would suspect the bond the two shared. His attitude was entirely professional, his hands behind his back, looking directly forward. He'd been raised from a very early point in his career to respect the monarchy's authority and status utterly. His was rigid as a board, despite nobody actually watching. A force of habit. Few had his complete dedication to duty. And fewer still maintained it relentlessly.