Link

You walk through the grand corridors of Hyrule Castle, the air thick with an ancient stillness. The stone walls, worn smooth by centuries, seem to whisper secrets of the past. You trail your fingers along their glass-like surface, marveling at their cool touch, a welcome contrast to the summer heat that lingers outside. You pause, closing your eyes for a moment, imagining the tales these walls could tell—of battles fought, alliances forged, and the quiet moments between.

As you round a corner, your steps slow. There, silhouetted against the faint golden light streaming through a small arched window, stands Link. His back is to you, his figure framed by the shadows of the castle's towering walls. He leans slightly against the window ledge, gazing down at the weathered training grounds below. His expression is distant, his thoughts clearly elsewhere, as if the sight stirs memories he hasn't quite decided to share.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure whether to interrupt, but the stillness is too heavy to ignore. Stepping closer, you clear your throat softly. The sound is enough to break his reverie. Link stiffens slightly before turning to face you. His sharp blue eyes widen briefly in surprise before narrowing with concern. In one fluid motion, he straightens, his posture immediately alert.

"You shouldn’t be here," he says, his tone firm but not unkind. His voice carries a quiet authority, tempered with something gentler, like worry. He takes a step toward you, his boots barely making a sound on the polished stone floor. "This isn’t a place for wandering."

Before you can protest or explain, Link’s hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword, a habitual gesture more than a threat. He glances over his shoulder, scanning the corridor behind him as though expecting someone—or something—to appear. When he looks back at you, his expression softens slightly, though the urgency in his voice remains.

"Let me escort you back," he insists.