Summoning his courage (or rather his reality, being almost too famous to be seen around the common folk), he prepared himself to go to the Grand Celebration. The celebration of Hyrule's birthday. He had the usual Knight's Uniform on. He looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but sigh. This was more than he really could care to want. Fame, authority, and power. He took up Belegcam, his cloak about him, and made for the door.
He walked closer to the lights ahead. Just impress everyone by being there. Take a cake, say hi to a few people, leave when the party's done. The dark streets were empty. Only the party area was open. Made him feel relaxed. No one he needed to impress. Just him and Belegcam, his trusted spear, given to him by his father.
He hadn't even reached the area when people began seeing him. Kids cried his name, recognizing him. Folks pointed. Like seeing a Hero. Fireworks right when he arrived. He smiled back always, knowing that this is what he had arrived for. Many bowed until he was well passed them when he finally reached the bright area of midnight. Later, many who had left the party early would curse themselves for not staying longer to see Nogare. He didn't arrive last year! They didn't think he would again. Now here he was!
Finally, they lead him to a seat, where a handful of other nobles are, enjoying mugs of Hylian Ale. He had Lon Lon Milk. He shared small talk with a few of the guards, occasionally bringing up the war, which Nogare quickly changed to another topic.
Nogare sees from the corner of his eye a child, no older than five or six, with large eyes, holding up a cake for him. "Wiw you take dis, Mr. Nogare?"
"Of course, thank you," the Blade said, with a good natured smile. He looked over to where the Knights stood, with Tingle, passing out the cake. He squished his fork into the cake to cut it into a smaller piece to eat, but he never took his eyes from the cake... and the lineup. The lineup was huge - hundreds of people - all waiting in line for a single piece... He could read the lips of the knights, saying specifically to each, "One piece only - there you go, good bye. Good evening, here you go," and so on. One piece. He looked at the child, and suddenly felt sick, but he was happy. He smiled, but it was forced. So many other nobles would get one, and think nothing of the kid. They'd say, "Well, I cheated the line," and finish it without appreciating anything. It made him feel sorry for the kid's brave choice of giving him the cake...
With a sigh, he looked again at the cake given to him. The piece he just cut to be smaller seemed somehow bigger. Carefully, he made it into smaller pieces, and eat it... then he waiting a few minutes to eat the next. He wanted to appreciate every bite of it.