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Uli spluttered a bit, her face blushing a light pink before she managed a reply.
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“My humblest apologies for the interruption Ma’am,” the prince said with a glint of his teeth that Twilight was sure had wooed many women in the past, “breakfast smells wonderful, but I’m afraid your son has been called for a summons.” Twilight was assured to notice she forgot to curtsey too.
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“Oh!” she exclaimed as she saw who was standing in the doorway, subtly wiping the flour from her face with the sleeve of her dress. Twilight had never been one to care for fashion, but he had to admit the two of them looked rather drab in comparison to the vividness of the prince’s clothing. She appeared in the hallway, a mixing bowl under one arm and a streak of flour on her cheek. “Twilight?! Who is it? What’s taking so long?” We’ll have to get moving if we’re to make it.”įortunately, before the situation could get any more confusing, Uli called from the kitchen. “Well,” said the prince amusedly, “as lovely as that sounds, I’m afraid the king is expecting you in the late afternoon. “I have breakfast with Uli and Rusl on Tuesdays,” he explained as if it would make the situation any clearer for either of them. “Then yes, you are the one with the summons,” the man confirmed. He belatedly wondered if he should bow or something before deciding that it would be too awkward now that they had already spoken. “You’re Twilight of Ordon?” asked the prince with a patience that only made Twilight want to grasp the situation more expeditiously. “Er… me?” he asked eloquently after a subsequent pause in which he wracked his brain desperately for any reason the king would want an audience with a simple ranch hand from a village in the middle of nowhere. “You’ve been summoned by the king,” the man said as if those words didn’t shake the very ground Twilight walked on. He was rendered completely speechless, he could only gape as the prince swept him over once with a piercing blue gaze before fixing him with a charming and well-rehearsed smile that almost, but not quite, reached his eyes. It mirrored the way he stood, with effortless grace and pride, and even the sun seemed to glint off his blonde hair just right, shaping a face that was handsome in a way that offered not an ounce of subtlety.Īfter the shock had subsided of opening his parent’s door to one of the nine princes of Hyrule, Twilight wondered if there could possibly be anyone else out there to provide such an obvious antithesis to himself. It wrapped around his shoulders and neck, falling in an impossibly pleasing way as if he were perpetually ready to be the subject of an expensive painting. The prince in question wore the armour of a position high up in the Royal Guard, with the symbol of the nine princes inscribed in the metal of his shoulder plate and emblazoned in gold on his fine silk scarf, rich royal blue that was undoubtedly worth more than Twilight had ever owned in his life. Which was why, when the prince showed up at his door, he was not altogether elated. He liked his horse and his friends, and even the goats which he had individually named. He liked his life, he liked that he was appreciated around the village, liked that the children looked up to him and the adults cared for him. He would then spend the morning feeding the animals and tending to Epona, finishing with an aching satisfaction around mid-afternoon.Īfter that, he would do the odd jobs around the village - and there was always something to do, whether it be fixing a roof or saving a pram from a river - chat to Ilia and distract the children so their parents could have a moment of peace. On most days, he would grab a quick breakfast and head straight to Fado’s ranch, unless it was a Tuesday or a Thursday, in which case he would sit down to a meal home cooked by Uli and tell her, Rusl and Colin about his week. He would wake up early, his ears filled with the music of the little songbird that perched on his treehouse windowsill.
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He had a routine, one that hadn’t changed since he was significantly smaller and goat wrangling was a distant ambition reserved for only the toughest of ranchers. In Twilight’s case he was, and to his knowledge forever would be, content with goat wrangling, herding, and the small jobs that cropped up around the village. Those who weren’t appeased by it, such as many that outgrew the rolling hills, goat farms and stubbornly straightforward people, moved to the faster-paced, endlessly more exhilarating Castle Town where they would reside until they were inevitably enticed by the call of farm life once again. Ordon Village certainly provided it with a quaintness that mollified everyone who lived there. Twilight had always been one to value the simplicity of life.