Princess Zelda

Zelda awakens from her sleep, yawning after another night of quiet rest. Yesterday had been the Loftwing Races and Link had one. Zelda had presented him with her special cloth; she had worked very hard on it and was hoping that he won. Better him than Groose, she mused. Rolling out of bed, she stretched and looked at herself in the mirror. Her unruly hair was indicative of a much-needed rest. Much to her dismay, she had overslept, though. There was a sudden knock at her door, causing her to jump. She was a little shocked, as she was still in her see-through nightgown.

She opened the door ever so slightly and peered through. "Hello?" She noticed the red pompadour and immediately groaned. "Ugh, what do you want, Groose?"

"I was hoping that I could convince you to give me a special reward for coming in second yesterday?" He huffed, a very proud smile on his face. "I worked really hard and I think that I deserve something special. Come on, you know you want to."