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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
games to explain its story fully. As such, we are located within the CANON TIMELINE. Do you like what you see? If so, feel free
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She had known of his plan before they had made it to the Zora Domain. Knew what they had in their pocket to drive the young princess into making this alliance. She had set aside her distaste for most Zora in order to help Eleazar's plan come to fruition. And she had now developed a curiosity towards Cetus. She was young, untested, and Circe could practically taste the anxiety rolling off of her but she stood strong, as though her spine were steel. Circe wanted to know exactly what was rolling around behind those blue eyes.
"I think the young princess is too curious herself to heed her grandmother, she wants to know what game we're playing," she muses quietly between them, golden eyes scanning between the Queen and Cetus.
Circe stands and listens to Eleazar as he explains to the Zora women what exactly had happened at the death of Gael, she herself keeps her arms folded behind her back, the vision of casual grace as she glances around the room. Should anything go south Circe wanted a guaranteed way out for her and Eleazar, she also assesses the level of magic in the room, prodding at it with her own and sizing it up. Her gold eyes slide once more to Cetus, an eyebrow quirking up as Eleazar finishes his little speech and finally reveals the plan. Circe goes through her own motions of bowing gracefully as Eleazar makes his request, the rest of their plan relied on Cetus now and it was best to go along with the image of subservience if it got them what they wanted.
They had the trump card though, the thing that the princess couldn't dare say no to.