Nash wasn’t surprised at how this had turned out. Royalty was fickle in the best of times. When stressed, they were very unpredictable. He chose to freeze time and extract himself from this predicament.
Nash walked over to the frozen Saria and placed a kiss on her cheek. She was special in many ways. To him, especially, and in the short time he had known her, she had grown on him, and he would miss her. He exited the castle and pulled his horse out of the time-stream. He mounted and rode south. At twenty-five, he had lived a lifetime and was ready to retire. There was a small fishing village he had passed through one time, long ago that would make a perfect get-away. That was where he was going now.