So here goes. I have a bad track record with finishing stories, but I REALLY want to finish this one.
This story is rated M for sexual content in later chapters, as well as a small amount of violence.
I just love Link and Zelda and Hyrule as a whole.

This story is based off the movie Tristan & Isolde, however I am going to add my own input into it, and also I wanted to suit the story more to Hyrule. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: The world of Zelda does not belong to me.


The six provinces of Hyrule were supposed to be united. That's what King Harkinian wanted anyway. At one point, they were in fact, but years of bickering and war led to much conflict between each faction. Hyrule was no longer a Kingdom, even if they did have a King.

In fact, civil war had plagued the country for over 100 years now. It wasn't safe to leave the comfort of your own lands and doing so would surely create unwanted consequences. Of course, this meant that traveling to see the King in Castle Town was out of the question, and trade between the provinces was almost unheard of.

King Harkinian was sure there was no hope, and his advisor, Ganondorf was convinced that an epic war was the only way to get each part of the country to bow to one almighty King. King Harkinian yearned for peace, even if that meant he had to become allies with one province at a time. His royal status meant little to nothing outside his own castle, for the Lord of each province was the true ruler in his own realm. The only hope was for them to all unite under one King, or the kingdom of Hyrule would surely be lost forever.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the King, his advisor had his own agenda, and uniting each of the countries was far from his desires. In fact, he wanted nothing more to tear Hyrule apart, piece by piece, and if that meant using the King as his puppet, then so be it.


Ganondorf sat in his quarters contemplating a solution to the King's newest endeavor. His dark skin had a shadow over it, and his face was cursed with a constant frown. His large build seemed too dark and overbearing to be sitting in such a lovely place like the castle. The Hyrulian King had come up with an idea to hold a forum of sorts for each of the provinces to sign some sort of treaty that would unite them as a whole.

Each province would send a representative to meet in the Castle and discuss the concerns of their inhabitants. With this forum would come a promise that each delegate sent would be ensured safe travel to the castle and back- no matter the outcome of the royal meeting.

Ganon had his doubts that any would even show up, however, he was going to make sure that no one did. The King had been very reluctant to listen to Ganon's advice; however, he was sure that if the King's plan was to falter, so would his stubbornness.

"ZANT!" Ganon's thunderous voice echoed across the east wing of the castle. Within a few moments, Ganon's most loyal and ruthless warrior was bowing in front of him. He slowly took off his fish-like helmet that he wore in battle and bowed his head, resting his arm on his knee. Looking more like a skeletal creature than a man, Zant was hardly a sight for sore eyes. In fact, many would argue that he wasn't even a Hyrulian. However, being head of the Royal Guard (and Ganon's most loyal servant), no one even really looked him in the eye let alone commented on his physical appearance.

"Your Royal Highness." Ganon nodded and Zant stood up to face his leader.

"I need you to do something for me."

Zant hesitated before speaking, "You're excellence. Have I been nothing but a humble servant to you?"

Ganon's gaze hardened but he let Zant continue to speak.

"Before I go on another long journey that takes me away from home, may I ask for something in return? I have just returned from a month long conquest. I grow weary thinking of more time away from the castle."

Ganon still did not speak for several seconds before he looked Zant directly in the eyes. "And what would that be Sir Zant? What is so important that you dare delay my request?"

Zant bowed his head lower. It was strange seeing such a strong man look so small and desperate. "My lord, you know I would go to the ends of the Earth for you, I ask for a simple request: The Princess Zelda's hand in marriage." Zant's jaw and fists began to clench as he lowered his voice. It was no secret that the princess was beautiful. She would have had many suitors by now if it wasn't for the war the plagued their country. "She teases me my lord. If it weren't for your need for the King, I would have taken her by now. I know you are his advisor, I ask that you please guide him in the right direction."

Ganon stood in silence before raising an eyebrow at Ganon. "I will see that your request is considered, however only if you succeed on the quest I'm about to give you." Ganondorf stood up and crossed in front of his heavy wooden desk to where Zant was standing, he could have been a giant in comparison to the warrior in front of him.

"The King has asked a representative from each Province to accompany him in a conference. He asked for each Province to show courtesy to each other in hopes that this forum will end a war that has gone on for a century. You and your men must ensure that the representatives from the Ordona and Eldin provinces do not make it to the castle, and furthermore, you must make it look like they killed each other. You may simply injure the others, but they mustn't know it was you. They must think that each province broke their promise to keep the peace while this conference took place. I will talk to the King about your request. No get out of my sight and do as you were told."

Zant did no more than nod, before he was out the door. It would only be a few days before each province would send someone their way, and he needed to be ready.


"NO!" Zelda's beautiful face was full of digust. " Father, I will not marry that barbarian." Her gaze made its way to Ganon's face. "This is all your fault."

"Zelda." King Harkinian's tone was strong but steady. "As the future ruler of this Kingdom, you will do as I say. Ganon has offered the idea of giving your hand to Zant. I can't say that I argue with his reasoning. Zant has been head of the royal guard and has done nothing but protect this castle from falling to ruins."

"But father I-" The king raised his hand, "No, more Zelda. You may go."

And with that, Zelda stormed out of the throne room and to her quarters, her long blonde hair flowing behind her.

As she arrived in her bed chamber, she began to look for things in various chests and draws. "Impa. I'm leaving this place. You may choose to come with me, or you can stay here. I won't wait for your decision." Zelda began to pack some of her things in ransack without so much as a glance towards her maid.

"Your highness, if I may say so, I don't believe this is all that bad. I'm sure Zant will be a great husband to you."

Zelda stopped her packing to look up at Impa. "No. You may not say so, Impa. Zant is a barabarian, and he is nothing more than a minion to that despicable man my father calls and advisor. I don't love him, and I don't think I ever could. I can't take this anymore, no- I won't take this anymore. So, are you coming with me or not?"

Impa bowed her head silently as if she were giving up. The princess was a very stubborn young woman, and once her mind was made up, there wasn't much else one could do besides trying to keep her as safe as possible. "Of course I will your majesty."