[ "An appearance like iron, and a voice to match." Zelda nods in affirmative as her counterpart unmistakably describes Somnus. She finds herself wondering what that meeting was like. The Founder King is intense, to say the least. Did the other Zelda find herself intimidated in his presence, as the princess sometimes has? What did he tell her?—It seems like Zelda of Skyloft already knows some things about the princess.
But before she can ask more, the other Zelda throws another curve into the conversation and knocks the princess off balance. ]
Y-Your Grace?! [ Zelda stutters, taken aback. Why in the world would she suggest the same style of address as one uses for the Goddess? ]
No, no, Princess will be perfectly sufficient. [ A beat. ] In truth, you need not use my title at all, if you prefer. [ Then a smile, an attempt to mirror her counterpart. ] But I will understand if my title is preferable to my name in our particular instance.
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But before she can ask more, the other Zelda throws another curve into the conversation and knocks the princess off balance. ]
Y-Your Grace?! [ Zelda stutters, taken aback. Why in the world would she suggest the same style of address as one uses for the Goddess? ]
No, no, Princess will be perfectly sufficient. [ A beat. ] In truth, you need not use my title at all, if you prefer. [ Then a smile, an attempt to mirror her counterpart. ] But I will understand if my title is preferable to my name in our particular instance.