"Poison" from Hyades

Now if only I could write a decent opening chapter to Hyades...

The mere reminiscence of being dealt such kindness evoked within the princess a desire to weep. The love for this man's empathy managed to exceed all of which she was capable of retaining, as well as transcend all Hylian prejudice; not even her own father had ever graced her with such sincerity.

However, she did not weep, having grown too resolved in her practicality to place her own needs before those of her country. In her life, it was always simply a matter of overcoming her personal wants to satiate those of others; one’s duties always came first, after all, and whatever liberty had a princess in tending to her own needs? Of course, very little, for a princess could not even leave the confines of her castle’s walls without more than one shadow trailing behind. A princess could not even escape from thoughts about a country of ever-unsatisfied citizens.

Yet it was for the horrid truth of her servitude to an ungrateful people, as well as for the knowledge of her emotional deprivation because of it, that her self-sustained temperment finally slipped from her faltering grasp, and salty tears rushed forth, swelling her eyelids as she wept.

Suppression of her grief was too much to ask at this point, though she refused to desist in finding a way.
"For now," she thought fitfully, struggling with a slender vial of lithium, "a dose of this should have to do."

And tranquility thenceforth came in small phials.