Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of the story! Now, as some of you who have already read my work, I'm gonna give you a heads up about "A Torn Destiny" (SSBM fic), you have nothing to fear! I am still continuing that story, however I have been WANTING sooooo badly to start this one for quite some time now. So I got off my lazy butt and sat back on it and began typing away! FYI to those who aren't familiar with "A Torn Destiny", it's a Romance/Action/Adventure story rated PG-13 that I am currently in the process of writing. Yes, I know it's not exactly the wisest idea to begin a story when you're still writing another one, but oh well! I am nearly finished with my SSBM fic and am expecting no more than 5 chapters to complete it! Well anyway! This chapter may seem a bit long, but if you're familiar with my work, you should know that my chapters are usually either suspenseful, action-packed, heart pounding, heart melting, and/or VERY provocative with a side effect of cliffhangers! Just a fair warning, this chapter is not anything like them! Consider this chapter as an intro to the story. Don't worry, the other chapters will get their suspense and blah blah blah, I just need to get this outta the way...Well, ENJOY!
CHAPTER 1-
Introduction
The joys of dear affection lingered through the thick forest. No one knew they were there nor could anyone hear them if they tried to listen. Love was all the harmony in the world that would fill their ears. She looked up into his deep blue eyes as his hands ran down the soft, thin cloth that parted his touch from her smooth back. His lips trembled to her beauty for never would he imagine being in her embrace. He felt urges inside of him that he had never felt before, yet he tried his best to contain them. Her eyes beckoned his touch, his soft lips, anything that would appease her feelings.
"I am in love with you," she whispered softly. Her words filled his emotions with the sensation he had longed for ever since the moment he laid eyes on him.
He couldn't take it anymore, his urges were too difficult to resist. Finally, he conceived their first kiss under the glistening stars that spread over the black sky. His hands moved around her waist and up to the base of her jaw line as his thumbs gently swept her blushed cheeks. Their kiss became more and more intense with each passing second. Could this be lust? No, love was the only language these blushing lovers could understand. He parted from her, gasping for some sense of reality. Was this really happening? Then he finally spoke the words that she desperately wanted from him.
"Your Grace! His Majesty craves a word with you immediately!"
Zelda snapped out of her reading as she noticed the short servant boy in her doorway. Her silence stirred the boy into confusion. Did she hear him? He then spoke once more.
"Your Grace, His Majesty, your father, craves a word with you at once!" He bowed, but looked up to see if she had heard him, "He seems quite displeased, Your Grace. It would not be wise to ignore him."
The princess found herself sitting in her chamber with a most nervous shaking servant before her. Indeed, she was back in her world again and she loathed it terribly. Zelda set her book of tales on the table just beside her. She stood from her warm comforting chair and asked the servant to escort her to her father.
'What business is this, I wonder?' she pondered, almost exposing a hint of annoyance on her face. Zelda disliked speaking to her father around times like these. He felt it was a sense of his daughter's duty to begin acting like a princess. The only problem was, Zelda already acted like a princess, but her father insisted that when a princess is of a becoming age, she shouldn't hesitate to choose a suitor, nor should she disassosiate herself from her father's meetings or to help plan special occasions. Of course, Zelda never liked the thought of someone controlling what she does or think, nor did she find it necessary for her to participate in her father's meetings. She found them tidious and tiring, and planning special occasions was not something she found exciting.
The servant led the princess around the west wing of the castle. There, she followed him through the long corridor to her father's meeting hall, which was straight at the other end. As the servant rapped on the door, he entered and announced the Princess Zelda. She noticed that the tone in his voice was well formed and his words were spoken quite loud as if announcing her to a large group of people. Zelda held her breath hoping her father wouldn't address any issues or such in front of a crowd of guests.
Unfortunately, Zelda was right; her father sat at the end of a long iron table with several high esteemed guests, all of whom were men. Zelda kept her keen facial expression as her posture tightened to perfection and her chin held higher than usual. The guests smiled to her presence, but her face remained still and her eyes held less emotion.
As the princess bowed before her father, everone sat up to bow in respect of the Princess of Hyrule. Zelda nodded for them to sit back down and she approached her father.
"What is your will that craves my attention?" She asked almost in a monotone voice. Her father gave a quick look to her, which indicated her to smile before the guests. Zelda obeyed him and a fake, yet lovely smile planted on her face.
"My child," he started, Zelda hated whenever he referred to her as a "child", nevertheless she kept smiling, "Allow me to introduce you to this kind gentleman. Ganondorf Dragmire of the Gerudo." Ganondorf stood before Zelda and bowed with a sly smile on his face. Zelda in return nodded respectfully, but her smile faded slightly. He looked almost twice her age, not to mention, he was a Gerudo, his age was much older than his looks! Though her face remained calm, her mind was overrun with disgust.
"I trust that you will show him every welcoming engagement our kingdom has to offer," the king smiled, "Which includes a private dinner tomorrow evening." It was just then, Zelda realized that her father had set her up. Zelda had never declined dinners with her guests and her father knew this, for she was strictly taught to never be rude to her guests.
A very calm smile composed across her dear face, but her father knew that she was very displeased. Still she made no attempts to disrupt her father's intended reconciliation for the next evening. "Of course," Zelda finally spoke, "What duty would I possess if I didn't make our guests feel welcomed?" Her father smiled, but before he could say another word, Zelda bowed and excused herself before any other arrangements could be made.
The princess made her way down the corridor and through the main halls. She finally reached her chamber, sat down on her cushioned chair, and picked up her book, but before she could enjoy her reading, Impa, her loving nursemaid, walked in with a concerned look.
"Is anything troubling you?" Impa's voice was strong, yet very mother-like.
"Would you be troubled if your father has intensions of planning a courtship with a man who looks almost twice your age?" She asked with a condescending look.
"Yes, I would," she replied.
"Then yes, I am very much troubled," Zelda smiled with a slight tone of sarcasm. She looked back at her book as Impa approached her.
"You speak of Ganondorf Dragmire?" The old nursemaid asked; Zelda nodded and Impa continued, "He's quite a powerful man, I can understand why your father would wish for you to exploit your utmost behavior." Zelda looked up at her companion. "I believe your father has intensions to impress Ganondorf for an alliance by hoping he feels welcomed. I don't believe he has any intension to address a possible marraige."
Zelda thought for a brief moment; Impa's words made a bit more sense. Afterall, her father was in the process of forming alliances, not to mention Ganondorf was much older than she was. Perhaps her father had no implications of a possible courtship. Impa began to smile, knowing her words had shed some light over Zelda's troubles.
"I suppose you're right," Zelda's eyes lowered, almost ashamed to think of such an idiotic situation.
"Oh, dearest Zelda," Impa knelt before Zelda and took her hands into the warmth of hers, "You needn't be sorrowful of such conditions. I'm quite certain your father cares greatly about the well being of your future."
"Of Hyrule's future, Impa," claimed Zelda, "Never, has my father invoked a suitor of my liking. Never, has he prevented such torments from suitors who's eyes carry lust when they are fixed upon me. And never, has a suitor or even a commoner refer me as anything else, but beautiful. Do you not understand, Impa? I am only sought as treasure, a prize if you will. That is all I have ever seen in the hearts of men who come for me. It disgusts me to the bitter end!"
"You be too overwhelmed at such simple factors," Impa smiled to comfort the princess, but Zelda only remained worked up, "What is it you seek, my princess?" The princess looked at the nursemaid with a very confused look.
"Do you wish to find a secure life with every commodoty you desire at the expense of your suitor's hands?" Impa first questioned, "Or do you wish to value the many-come adventures of remaining a bachelorette until the end of your days?"
"Neither, good woman," Zelda nearly laughed at Impa's questions, "I cannot say what I seek for I do not know what it is I am seeking." Impa pondered for a brief moment until a thought struck her senses.
"I see what it is you seek," she said with a sly smile.
"Oh?" Zelda smiled back with a cunning look in her eyes, "Enlighten me."
"Quite obvious, Zelda. Surely you would've spotted this before I," said Impa as she stood up on her feet, Zelda looked at her with less patience, "You seek love."
"Love!" The princess gasped with a matter of shock in her voice, "With whom? Surely not with any suitor I've encountered!"
"I am quite certain you've never met him, but who is say of such?" Impa nearly laughed, "He could be a highly esteemed, dashing prince, or he could be a humble, charismatic commoner. Your heart will choose your devine lover, princess."
"I don't believe love is what I seek, Impa," Zelda smiled as her eyes lowered to her book.
"Is that so?" Impa paused for a slight moment, "Tell me, what book is that you read so consistently there?"
Zelda looked up with Impa's words catching her off-guard. The tricky nursemaid smiled as she stepped towards the door, "I shall leave you to your readings, princess."
HA! See, I told you! No action-packieness! Just wait until the next chapter though, I promise you'll like it! And if not...uh...I'll throw in another chapter...for FREE! j/k! Thanks for reading! Questions/Comments/Criticism are always welcomed!