Zelda had blushed at Impa's knowing look and quickly averted her eyes. Staring was not appropriate for a Princess, even if she was treated as family at Impa's house.<br/><br/>At dinner, as Lucien explained to Link<i>why</i>exactly he was the one meant to wield the sword, she nodded in agreement. Hylia had obviously marked Link for Her purpose. But then Lucien refused, outright, to train the young man. Zelda spied Impa looking over at her with a raised brow, a silent signal to fix this. Very well. She took a deep breath and gave it a try. Lucien could be awfully stubborn sometimes.<br/><br/>"Lucien, don't you think it would be wise for the Chosen wielder of the Sword that Seals the Darkness, to be trained by as many different schools as possible?" She couldn't help but wince away as Impa flopped the spoon into the rice dish after serving everyone. The sound reminded her vividly of the sound of Lucien's blades sinking into moblin flesh from earlier that same day. Swallowing back the bile that rose to the back of her throat, she continued. "Surely, your vast knowledge of weapons work would be invaluable to one as inexperienced as Link?"<br/><br/>The rest of the occupants around the table had begun to eat, but Zelda had no appetite for the food, instead keeping her eyes on Lucien, awaiting his response.