She wasn’t really receptive to company this time. She knew she was always inviting it in but this time she wanted to be… well alone. She came here to think of her options to try and find ways to better herself. Though even she admitted sitting here feeling sorry for herself wasn’t getting her far. Her train of thought though was never ending. With the cold rains and wind rushing through she didn’t even know she was once again being watched in her moment of weakness. It always seemed he found her soon as she was down, she envied him somewhat, but she envied many others for how quickly they fallen into their roles as if it was completely natural to them. It was like they were simply made for it, destined. She was always a Princess. Ever since she was born she was the princess of two lands. Both Asteraia and Taviora through both sides of her family. Her father imparted that to her, and for a time she thought such a Destiny would not fall onto her shoulders yet it had in the most unpredictable and shadowed way.

It seemed whatever fate she had was constantly plagued by shadow. Hyrule was gone and was the light to her leadership of Taviora, allowing her to learn slowly but now with so much shadow falling around her home she had no choice but to tirelessly pick up things. Her grandfather constantly encouraged her as did her uncle and mother, yet it was perhaps that constant encouragement that also crushed her with pressure. She still was not good enough. When would she be? She had to learn to fight to defend herself and lessons with Tithe alone were not proving enough. Zelda knew it was in her blood, look at Isolde… her mother, her grandmothers. She should be able to pick up such things with ease yet here she was sitting out of a hunt to stay out of her warriors’ way. Her thoughts were quickly upheaved though at the sound of Alexander’s voice.

She quickly turned looking surprised to see him before her ears fell back slightly. She was not sure where her annoyance came from… it was misplaced she knew but she couldn’t stop her own self loathing and frustration from showing. Even at his what were his attempts to sooth her otherwise turmoilous feelings. ”I need to learn to slay my own dragons. I shouldn’t need you or anyone else to do it for me.” She says her voice flat and quiet knowing he was simply trying to tease her but such words right now only burned in her chest. To her… it almost felt like a confirmation that everyone believed she wasn’t strong enough, that she was failing.

Not aided by his next choice of words…. For their… sanity? It made her feel like she was even more worthless on the field than she thought. That she would be going about like a mad woman and they would be launching about trying to correct and protect her. ”Please… Alexander I do not need your words right now.” She said there was a bit of venom in her tones, a venom she never heard come from her lips. ”Nor your company or protection right now. I’m fine alone.” Maybe… darkness was taking her. She felt it like a cloud hovering above her like it was wanting to take her into it’s all too alluring grasp and comfort her. For right now lashing out seemed far more pleasing than being pleasant and accepting his words for jests and plays as he was meaning them to be.

She let silence fall, not sure if he would leave with those words but she couldn’t help but ask, ”How do you fall so naturally into your role. Why haven’t I?” She wouldn’t blame him if he just ditched her. After all she wasn’t exactly being agreeable anyway. She brushed off his comment about training feeling only more stabbed by the fact everyone could see it. She wasn’t sure if normal training was what she needed anymore. Everyone was gentle and soft to her, she needed something else she thought. It just wasn’t clicking or happening why didn’t it just come naturally?