Zelda stood from her crouched position, visibly shaking, as Lucien finished the last of the bokoblins. She was splattered with moblin and bokoblin blood. While she had known her life being in danger was a possibility, that was why Lucien traveled with her, after all, it had always seemed a remote possibility. The kingdom of Hyrule was safe. They were working to make it safer. To control any dangers. To keep their populace safe. The Princess had felt nothing so much as raw terror at the attack.<br/><br/>This was not only a threat on her own life, but this is what her subjects were dealing with. Subjects that had even less training than she. That thought alone was enough to make her weep.<br/><br/>She stared at Lucien for a moment, trying, and failing to register what had just happened. She was a princess. She had to be strong. Princess's don't show weakness. But her shaking only grew worse as it dawned on her how close a call it had been before he arrived. When he asked if she had been hurt, her only reaction was to grab him, clinging, and weep into his grey uniform.