[ Elise gives Darin a single nod before relinquishing control to Zelda and receding to the back of her mind. How odd, the lady seems almost... reticent.
Could it be that she's nervous?
As Zelda approaches Darin and collects the ring meant for Hector, a shiver runs down her spine.
Marriage... Zelda knows she will someday wed and have children. It's one of the many duties of Hyrule's sovereign, to continue the royal line and to pass down the power of the Goddess. Until now, that duty has always felt like a distant one, barely registering in the princess's mind. A project with no deadline. It has never felt real.
Now, with this ring in her hand, it feels very real. ]
Y-Yes, let us waste no more time.
[ They head back inside Helice Palace. Elise directs Zelda through the halls, navigating away from the grand ballroom and its crowds until they reach a small room. The room has been arranged to invoke the image of a cozy chapel, complete with candles, flowers, and lace... a beautiful combination of elegance and macabre.
At present, the room is empty, save for a minister sitting in the first pew and paging through an old tome. As the sirens of Helice Palace are fully dedicated to the theme of the night, they have made certain that ministers are available to wed any couples who are so inclined. ]
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Could it be that she's nervous?
As Zelda approaches Darin and collects the ring meant for Hector, a shiver runs down her spine.
Marriage... Zelda knows she will someday wed and have children. It's one of the many duties of Hyrule's sovereign, to continue the royal line and to pass down the power of the Goddess. Until now, that duty has always felt like a distant one, barely registering in the princess's mind. A project with no deadline. It has never felt real.
Now, with this ring in her hand, it feels very real. ]
Y-Yes, let us waste no more time.
[ They head back inside Helice Palace. Elise directs Zelda through the halls, navigating away from the grand ballroom and its crowds until they reach a small room. The room has been arranged to invoke the image of a cozy chapel, complete with candles, flowers, and lace... a beautiful combination of elegance and macabre.
At present, the room is empty, save for a minister sitting in the first pew and paging through an old tome. As the sirens of Helice Palace are fully dedicated to the theme of the night, they have made certain that ministers are available to wed any couples who are so inclined. ]