I do not need a knight. I am not some fragile glass relic to be tucked away on a shelf. My studies, my expeditions, my work with the Sheikah… they are what will help Hyrule, not an overzealous swordsman breathing down my neck.

And yet, here he was.

He approached without fanfare, no clinking armor, no grandiose greeting — just steady, measured steps. The Hylian Champion. Link. His expression was unreadable, a calm stillness that almost made me bristle. At least most knights try to flatter me, or attempt some display of gallantry. He simply stood there, as if waiting for me to speak first.

I folded my arms "So… you’re the one my father insists will shadow my every move from now"