[ That makes Zelda chuckle. How ironic, considering that Zelda of Skyloft and her Link grew up as friends. The princess is a little envious of them. ]
The latter, I'm afraid. I disliked Link most strongly when we were young. In fact, I could hardly stand to be in the same room with him if I could help it. But, as we both had important duties to perform in the service of our kingdom, I was forced to suffer his company quite frequently.
Link was always quiet as child, you see. Well, I suppose he is still rather reticent, but back then, he was more like a statue than a boy. He never spoke. He never smiled. He never got angry. He never anything. He simply did whatever he was told and he always did everything perfectly.
Meanwhile, I was quite the opposite. I was not capable of doing anything correctly, it seemed. Link was a natural swordsman from the moment he first held a blade, whereas I could not harness a single sliver of my own hereditary powers. He was always praised for his feats while I was scolded for my failures. It was not his fault, but I hated him for it all the same. It used to be that I could not even look upon the Master Sword when he carried it without thinking about what a terrible princess I was. Every time I caught Link looking at me, I was sure that he was thinking those same things. I was sure that he loathed me.
[ Zelda looks back on what she wrote and... oh dear, that got a little heavy there. Better move on. ]
In any case, ours was a tense relationship when we were young. It was not until my father assigned Link to be my personal knight that I made even the slightest attempt to get to know him as a person. And even that did not happen overnight. I cannot count the number of times I simply left the castle without telling Link where I was going, just in the hopes that I could sneak away from him. I hated how he followed me everywhere I went. [ She shakes her head at the page. She was so young back then, so immature. ] I used to yell at him for that, even though he was simply following Father's orders. Truly, I was terrible to him. He had every reason to hate me and I cannot understand why he didn't.
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The latter, I'm afraid. I disliked Link most strongly when we were young. In fact, I could hardly stand to be in the same room with him if I could help it. But, as we both had important duties to perform in the service of our kingdom, I was forced to suffer his company quite frequently.
Link was always quiet as child, you see. Well, I suppose he is still rather reticent, but back then, he was more like a statue than a boy. He never spoke. He never smiled. He never got angry. He never anything. He simply did whatever he was told and he always did everything perfectly.
Meanwhile, I was quite the opposite. I was not capable of doing anything correctly, it seemed. Link was a natural swordsman from the moment he first held a blade, whereas I could not harness a single sliver of my own hereditary powers. He was always praised for his feats while I was scolded for my failures. It was not his fault, but I hated him for it all the same. It used to be that I could not even look upon the Master Sword when he carried it without thinking about what a terrible princess I was. Every time I caught Link looking at me, I was sure that he was thinking those same things. I was sure that he loathed me.
[ Zelda looks back on what she wrote and... oh dear, that got a little heavy there. Better move on. ]
In any case, ours was a tense relationship when we were young. It was not until my father assigned Link to be my personal knight that I made even the slightest attempt to get to know him as a person. And even that did not happen overnight. I cannot count the number of times I simply left the castle without telling Link where I was going, just in the hopes that I could sneak away from him. I hated how he followed me everywhere I went. [ She shakes her head at the page. She was so young back then, so immature. ] I used to yell at him for that, even though he was simply following Father's orders. Truly, I was terrible to him. He had every reason to hate me and I cannot understand why he didn't.