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A ball while the lands prepare for the calamity. The buzz around this particular ball swept through the lands of Hyrule. All the champions would be there, people from all four corners of Hyrule were invited. Though, nobody knew the true reason why the king had called this ball on.

Maybe the ball was a way to help take the kingdom's mind off the future, maybe Zelda's father was actually giving her a break. The reasons stop mattering to the princess in particular when your hands, the hands of her devoted knight, are on her form.

Zelda follows the steps of the waltz gracefully, but the way her heart beats is less than graceful. One of your hands is splayed against her shoulder blade, the other acting as a rest for her fingers curling around your palm. You follow her and she follows you, dancing with each other becomes like second nature.

There's always been a lingering tension between you two that goes past professional. It's captured in words that are said too close, eyes that linger too long. Zelda isn't dull, she knows that these warm, foolish feelings are something different. But even with all her wisdom, Zelda can't quite figure out the meaning of them.

She shouldn't speak while the music is still playing, yet her lips part and close. She shouldn't look into your eyes while you both step in time with the slow music, yet the green in hers flicker to meet yours every now and again.