[RL with Ganondorf]
Zelda wasn't sure what she had been expecting when she made her post, perhaps a few replies, nothing as kind as she had seen so far. She looked down at the tome in her hands, running her fingers lightly over the top of it, a thoughtful expression on her face. This was her one outlet, the one way that she had managed to keep herself relatively sane while enduring the imprisonment.
It warmed gently in her hands, as it always did when there was a response, and she looked back down, body stiffening and growing cold with slight dread and mild fear (as she usually did) as she saw who it was from. Him. She barely had time to register a response and shove the tome into its customary hiding place before she heard a distinct noise in her room.
She stood with as much grace and dignity as possible, straightening her black robes before resting her gaze on the man before her.