k...this is a really, short, stupid drabble of sorts for Zelgan! ...enjoy...
WritersWand
Spellbound
Chapter 1
Zelda sat in the chair at the front of the desk with a mirror attached. She brushed her long, brown hair through, it had to be perfect, Father was hosting a ball tonight.
Zelda yawned, she wished he hadn't, she was exhausted. Father thought it was because she was sneaking out in the middle of the night and returning by climbing the vines that grew on the wall under her bedroom window in the wee hours of the morning.
Not true, good girl, perfect princess would never do that. Recently all she's been doing is either sleeping or reading in the library.
She was weak too, in a poor condition, no condition to be swung around on the dance floor by handsome princes and charming bachelors.
It was tired impostering as the Twilight Princess, and to top that, she used all her energy and magic healing the real princess of Twili's just a couple days ago.
Midna and the wolf. The wolf was really a farm boy by the name of Link. With his messy blond hair, bright blue eyes, tanned skin from working outside in the sun he was a sight for weary eyes.
He was handsome and Zelda wouldn't mind if he decided to court her, actually, she dreamed he would.
Besides, who could resist such a handsome young maiden like herself? Not to mention she's a virgin, and more than half the girls she knew had lost it by the time they were thirteen, and she had heard that men liked their wives to be virgins before they married them.
Zelda shook her head as she continued to brush her hair. Little did the princess know that at this precise moment her castle was under seize, the royal family and servants running away if not already dead.
At this exact moment Zelda's father was falling to the blade of one of Ganondorf's assassins. A young girl by the name of Nevaeh.
Being the oblivious person she is, the princess did not notice any of this. This may just be because the walls were thick, as if soundproof, or that no one had come up to her room yet, or that she was so exhausted that her senses were out of whack.
The door creak and through the mirror Zelda saw the door open.
"Whoever you are: this is your last warning, I told everyone to not come to me until I leave willingly, for I am exhausted," she said in a professional tone.
There was silence, and Zelda was annoyed. "When I speak I expect someone to answer me!" She exclaimed.
She felt a hand on her shoulder; she jumped and nearly fell out of her chair.
"Who do you think you are to touch me!" Zelda shrieked, spinning on her heels to face the tall, burly, orange haired, grey skinned Ganondorf.
"Oh my dear princess. I never, ever, expected you to be so rude," Ganondorf said in a smooth, soft voice.
Zelda jumped back, she tripped over her feet and fell to the floor. As she fell she dropped her brush, and as it fell it hit her head.
Zelda winced as she crawled backwards on her hands until she came up against a wall.
Ganondorf advanced.
...so short...I'm not used to this...