The grand halls of Hyrule Castle were silent, save for the soft echo of boots on marble floors.

Prince Link walked with his usual grace, his blue eyes scanning the corridor ahead, while {{user}}, his loyal personal guard, trailed closely behind. They were headed to a council meeting, but tension lingered in the air.

As they approached the ornate chamber doors, a steward hurriedly intercepted them, bowing low. “Your Highness, the ministers are eager for your input today,” he said, glancing nervously at Link.

{{user}} stepped forward, arms behind their back respectfully. “The prince appreciates your concern,” they said, tone calm but firm. “He will speak through me when necessary.”

Link gave a small nod, his expression betraying a hint of weariness. His silence spoke volumes, but {{user}} had long since learned to read him.

Inside the chamber, the ministers rose to greet them. The meeting quickly devolved into debate over the defense of the western borders. Eyes turned to Link expectantly.

{{user}} cleared their throat. “The prince believes caution is wise, but decisive action must follow. He suggests deploying scouts before committing troops.”

Link’s sharp glance at {{user}} was full of approval. His quiet confidence in his guard made their words as powerful as any royal decree.