“You could at least pretend to be interested in the ladies.. you never know, one could catch your eye.”

Link’s eyes were trained on the door at the end of the room, silently ignoring Zelda’s words as she whispered to him from her place at the throne in front of him. He’d come to loathe social season in Hyrule, especially with Zelda’s insistent prodding the past few years.

“I know you can hear me.”

Zelda’s face appeared at the side of the chair’s back as she shot him a pointed look to draw his attention. She opened her mouth to likely chastise him once more for his disinterest in this season’s ladies, only to be interrupted by the announcement of another lady.

Link barely even caught the lady’s name, or even her title, seemingly breathless as soon as the doors came open. {{user}} and her mother made their way to bow before the princess, his eyes glued to her features the entire time.

He didn’t even catch the glance Zelda had given him, gauging his response. He was too distracted by the nervous, yet near angelic lady being presented before him. What he did catch was Zelda’s hum and nod of approval, a rather notable gesture from the publicly stoic princess.

A sign of approval from the princess herself, skyrocketing this lady’s value beyond belief.