[It's... not a great idea, no, but maybe some part of Zelda's subconscious recognizes his presence, as the knights make no aggressive moves to stop his approach. The woman standing behind the younger image of Giorno's Bonded, however, does take some issue with it; her large hand falls upon the girl's shoulder protectively, not quite pulling her away from Giorno, but clearly ready to put herself between the two at a moment's notice.
It is her job to protect the princess, after all, and it is something she will do, even within said princess' mind.]
Please, step back, young man. [Her voice is as steady and immovable as the rest of her seems to be, though she is not terribly unkind in her warning.] If you have business with the princess, you may speak with her after the proceedings.
[But as for the princess herself, Giorno's question is enough to tear her glare away from the distant door, though she makes no move to answer it, comfortable under her attendant's protection. Zelda... doesn't seem like she knows quite what to make of him, however, looking at the dark haired boy with a confusion that speaks to more than just being surprised someone would dare approach her like this in her father's court. He doesn't look familiar, and yet...
A loud voice rings out across the room, and her gaze snaps back to the doors.]
If I may have your attention, please! Announcing his Highness, Ganondorf Dragmire, Prince of the Gerudo!
[The doors open, and another man steps through in perfect clarity. He is easily over seven feet tall, dwarfing everyone else in attendance, even Zelda's attendant and the king. The smile he wears as he strides towards the throne is confident, knowing.
Unlike the king, who simply feels a little uncomfortable to be around, this man almost seems to carry an aura of poison around him, like every step he takes is an affront to nature in some way.
Zelda, so small, so young, with her angelic little face glares daggers at him.]
she was adorable before the trauma
It is her job to protect the princess, after all, and it is something she will do, even within said princess' mind.]
Please, step back, young man. [Her voice is as steady and immovable as the rest of her seems to be, though she is not terribly unkind in her warning.] If you have business with the princess, you may speak with her after the proceedings.
[But as for the princess herself, Giorno's question is enough to tear her glare away from the distant door, though she makes no move to answer it, comfortable under her attendant's protection. Zelda... doesn't seem like she knows quite what to make of him, however, looking at the dark haired boy with a confusion that speaks to more than just being surprised someone would dare approach her like this in her father's court. He doesn't look familiar, and yet...
A loud voice rings out across the room, and her gaze snaps back to the doors.]
If I may have your attention, please! Announcing his Highness, Ganondorf Dragmire, Prince of the Gerudo!
[The doors open, and another man steps through in perfect clarity. He is easily over seven feet tall, dwarfing everyone else in attendance, even Zelda's attendant and the king. The smile he wears as he strides towards the throne is confident, knowing.
Unlike the king, who simply feels a little uncomfortable to be around, this man almost seems to carry an aura of poison around him, like every step he takes is an affront to nature in some way.
Zelda, so small, so young, with her angelic little face glares daggers at him.]