Zelda hadn't stayed on the balcony for long, soon after her presence had been required beside the king as representatives from the surrounding villages brought tribute. It was a tradition that Zelda had since she was but a child learned to secretly hate, standing there, smiling, waving, and thanking everyone for hours was nothing to be excited about. This year it was worse, as her anxiety about her visions was on her mind, she really did not want to be there. Still, for appearances sake she smiled, waved, and thanked each representative for their tribute as she did every year with her father. She stood to the right of the King, her father doing the talking as she just stood there to basically look pretty. 

Hours passed, and it was announced that the next tribute would be the last. Zelda visibly sighed, it was almost over. Then she could get back to preparing for what was to come. She was not prepared however for who entered next. 

A young boy, clad in green like the hero of old walked into the throne room. Blonde hair, dark blue eyes, on the scrawny side...her eyes widened and her mouth was agape, he was the one! The one from her visions that would be the key to saving Hyrule. She had not expected him so soon. 

Her mind reeled as she quickly composed herself and watched the boy give what was obviously a rehearsed speech to her father. She had to take advantage of this, she would not let him slip away after finding him. She had to warn him of what was to come, and the role he had to play. This was her duty. 

She knew what she had to do, it would be out of line, and might even upset her father a little. He'd get over it. She stepped forward before her father could reply to the boy. "We thank you and your village for your most generous tribute, and promise to reward your loyalty with continued protection and prosperity for eons to come." She said with a genuine smile, reciting what she'd heard her father say only a dozen times over that day. Then she added, "Maybe I ask for your name young sir?" She could practically feel her father's eyes boring into the back of her head, obviously it would be an embarrassment for him to say something to her now, but she knew she'd hear about it later. That was fine, as this was far bigger and more important than her father's ego.