The next day, Link found himself in the castle drawing room with Zelda. She had moved her reading to a brighter place than the closed library. It was even brighter in the morning sunlight, reflecting off the enchanted windows to make the sunlight reflect in small rainbows about the room, adding a touch of magic and elegance to the whole space. Even in the pleasant environment, yesterday's tension remained. Thick enough and evident enough to make the servants hurry away, not to return until absolutely nessecary. Several whispered to each other questions of whose blood would be spilled by the end of the day. The Queen of Hyrule, or the Hero of Time?
Link spoke in a civil tone as he said, "I just came to say I'm sorry. About last time. Our arguement." He spoke awkwardly, but the queen remained calm. She didn't so much as look up from her book.
"Oh. Anything else?" came the reply. She seemed almost to have forgotten how last night had nearly come to blows. Link didn't speak, so she filled the silence, "Well, if there's nothing else, you may go. Thank you for your visit."
"Wait. Aren't you going to apologize? I wasn't the only one getting a little crazy, you know."
Zelda looked up and blinked in surprise. "Oh? Well, yes, I admit that. but I also don't beleive you care if I apologize. At least, you didn't come here to hear that. I'm not stupid. I can read your mind, you know." Link began to fidgit nervously with his fingers. He wished he were fighting something physically rather than mentally. His hands wanted the familiar weight of a sword to back up his arguements.
"You are intrigued by the Dassins. I can tell. So am I, actually." she laughed, "But I guess you knew that. In answer to your question, I know it's coming, yes I do know where the Dassins live. And no, I won't give you the address. Go ahead, ask why not."
"Why not? Going by your theory, I should get to know them! What's your excuse?"
"I want to meet them, too. I won't give you the address until you give me your word that I can come with you. You've got to promise." Link knew a promise to Zelda was even more solid than a promise to Ruto- absolutely, written is stone, iron-clad, unbreakable, no matter how long it took. Or else. He didn't want to get locked into one of those again.
"No! They're my family! We don't even know if that's true yet! I'd rather not meet them than take you with me. No offense, but I want to meet my family before anyone I know meets them. If they are my family."
Zelda looked crestfallen, and he could feel telepathic messges seeping into his consciousness, looking for sympathy. He shook his head, both to deny her request and to banish her messages. He knew better than to fall for that. He had learned that, among other things, the hard way.
"Fine," she pouted, "I'll give you the address. But tell me about them! I want to meet them sooner or later. Prefrebly sooner."
"I'll see what I can do, but it's not up to me. It's their choice to meet you or not." but Link knew no one in their right mind would turn down the chance to meet the Queen of Hyrule. He saw her satisfied smile and knew she ralized it, too. "Just give me the address, alright?"
Zelda handed him a small piece of paper. "Viel, Chezdon and Kiana Dassin live at this address. It's in Kakariko Villiage, near Skulltula House. Are you sure I can't come?" a glare from LInk answered her question. "Oh, okay. Good luck, anyway. You might need it."
Link was about to ask what that was supposed to mean, but he didn't want to draw this conversation out further. He thanked her for the address and left her to her books. He had better things to worry about than her little comments. Things like what he should say when he met his family. What to do if they weren't his family. And most importantly, how to settle the butterflies dancing in his stomach.
Link couldn't help but think as he left the castle that this was for scarier than battling Ganondorf. And the Triforce of Courage didn't seem to be helping.