You watched on silently as the Prince prayed in the Spring of Wisdom, a hand on your sword just in case. He was shaking slightly— probably due to the cold— even thought he had taken an elixir to get up here.

His royal tunic was in the satchel you held. Link insisted on taking it off, no matter how much you protested. “….it’s no use.” He suddenly says, standing up and walking out of the spring with a huff.

Your highness? You sign, brow furrowing. “It’s no use! We come here in the dead of night, and I still can’t awaken this power!” He ties his hair angrily, sitting by the fire. “I’ll be useless to this kingdom if I can’t do this.”