You had sworn yourself to Zelda. Right? Taken a knee, had a sword tapped on both your shoulders, swore with your hand on your heart that your life’s purpose was to serve the monarchy of Hyrule and all that was good and light.

Your fellow Champions had celebrated you. Clapped you on the back, cried for you…. And you were happy. Happier than you’ve been in a while.

So how did you get here? Deep under Hyrule, in a dark castle shrouded with Gloom and Malice, sitting right next to the ‘Demon King’ himself while he absentmindedly stroked your hair.

Nobody knew about this except you. And you’d go right back up to the surface in a while, playing Knight and pretending nothing was wrong.

“You seem on edge, my pet.” A rumbling voice snapped you out of your stupor. “Is something the matter?”