After the Twilight had subsided, and Link had defeated Ganondorf, Hyrule had gone into a state of repair; the castle had been destroyed, as did most of the city, so every citizen of Hyrule was sent to rebuild. It had been almost thirty-three years since then, and the city was now completely rebuilt, the castle looking more beautiful then ever. Zelda had proved to be an incredible ruler but unfortunately, she died at the age of 58, and the throne is now up for grabs.
The city has been thrown into a battle between two well known nobles; one being the Couslands, a rich family known for rebuilding many buildings and donating money to the homeless. The other was the Rafferty, who were rumored to be a thieving family, murdering those who got in their way and essentially ruling Hyrule's main crime groups.
The Rafferty considered the Couslands goody-two shoes, while the Couslands considered the Rafferty vile tricksters who should never even considered being given a seat of power, for they would only abuse it.
Among the Cousland clan were two brothers of rather high rank; Alistair, a twenty-three year old guard captain, and Vincent, his twelve year old brother. Both were quite close, spending most the time Alistair was off together roaming the city or in the library, where Vincent managed to kill most of his time. They both had very different personalities, Vincent being a quite and solitaire book lover, while his brother Alistair was a loud and social young man.
Alistair, being the oldest, was a young man up for grabs; all the Noble women wanted to be his wife, though he was not truly looking. He had already found his one match, the daughter of the head of the Rafferty family; a young Gerudo girl of the age of twenty with large gold eyes and long red hair. She had flirted with him a few times, though she was quickly hauled off by her father there-after. He was simply smitten.
"Alistair, stop ogling at the girl over there," Vincent backhanded him angrily, glaring down at him.
Alistair looked up from his daydreaming and smiled sheepishly, "Geez, Vincent that hurt!" He exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.
Vincent puffed out his chest, still glaring at him, "Stop ignoring me; you barely ever see me and yet here you are; going and staring at… some girl you barely know!" He barked.
Alistair sighed, rolling his eyes, "Vincent, I know her, and she knows me." He said flatly.
"Really," Vincent asked skeptically, folding his arms, "Whats her name?"
Alistair opened his mouth to speak, but paused, "Well… its Ruana…" He replied.
Vincent raised an eyebrow, "Any last name?" He asked slowly.
Alistair sighed, "Rafferty," he said finally.
"What," Vincent exclaimed, "Alistair, you're fraternizing with the enemy!"
Alistair turned from his spot leaning against a short wall to stare down at Vincent, "Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet?" He asked.
Vincent looked at him blankly, "You mean the story where the both die at the end?" He asked flatly, "You want to be like them, where they kill themselves because they think one of them died? That's stupid,"
Alistair sighed and shook his head, placing his hand on Vincent's head, "One day when you're older, I'm sure you'll understand." He told him.
Vincent frowned, "If it's about wanting to kill myself for a… girl," He almost spit the word out, "Then I'd rather not understand."
Alistair raised an eyebrow, and his lips twitched into a smirk, "Vincent, do you like boys or something?" He asked with a laugh.
Vincent's face went bright red, "WHAT!" He nearly screamed, "I'm not a homosexual, if that is what you are implying, Alistair!"
Alistair laughed, "Alright, alright, if you say so." He said, heading back towards the house they were standing behind.
Vincent growled, and furiously stomped after Alistair.
Ruana was a Twenty-Five year old Gerudo girl, despite her looks, and had large golden eyes and curly red hair. She was the heir to the Rafferty family, currently seeking a spouse, though she was quite sure she had already found one. Ruana was a girl of simple styles; she always wore a leather bodice, with loose fitting dresses of pale colors under, and brown leather boots. She had a habit of wearing too much jewelry, especially around her neck, and definitely enjoyed the thrill of fighting; she would often visit the soldiers' training area just to spar with them.
"Father, what are we doing out here?" Ruana asked flatly, skillfully lifting a sapphire embedded gold ring from a merchant's stall and placing it on her finger.
"We're simply strolling about," Her father replied flatly, glancing down at her, "Don't do that, it's unseemly."
Ruana frowned, "Excuse me, but its part of my culture," She said flatly, taking the ring off and setting it on a merchant's stall they were passing.
"Don't even start with that culture thing," Her father snapped back, "Besides, when people see you doing that it only adds to the rumors. Do you want the Couslands to win? When they do, we'll most likely be executed."
Ruana frowned, "Why don't we just take matters into our own hands?" She asked flatly, "I'm sure you are quite capable of doing so." Her eyes narrowed as she stared at her father.
Her father shook his head knowingly, "Yes, yes, I could…" He said with a sigh, "But doing so and seizing the throne would only cause the people to revolt."
Ruana frowned, looking back at the ground ahead of her.
"I do however have an idea."
She looked back at her father, curiously, "And what is this idea?"
"That Cousland Guard boy seems to have taken a liking to you," Her father said, folding his arms, rounding a corner into an alley way.
Ruana followed quickly, "You want me to…" She trailed off, glancing behind her.
"Yes," Her father said, "I want you to seduce him, and get him to marry you."
"So then…" Ruana looked puzzled, "How would that help us?"
Her father sighed; Ruana was a beautiful girl, and she was good at stealing, but she definitely did not have much intelligence. "You see, Ruana," He started slowly, "Marrying him would join the Rafferty family and the Cousland family together, thus making the quest between these two families for the thrown void; there would be no need for battle, and you and that boy would become the rules of Hyrule."
Ruana nodded, "I see," She said quietly, thinking over the plan. She did like the boy, but she didn't want to use him so.
"This is the only way that won't lead to Civil war." Her father stopped his back to her.
Ruana ran into him, bouncing off before coming to a stop. She shook her head, glaring at him. "Alright," She said, "If it's that only way."
"Good, now go off, Ruana, and befriend the boy." Her father told her, glancing over his shoulder at her.
Ruana nodded, "As you say, father," She said, bowing quickly before turning and running off.
Her father smirked, folding his arms and chuckling to himself, "Ah, all according to plan." He muttered, beginning to walk down the dark alleyway again to reach the end, where an old wooden door stood. He opened it and walked inside, the room filling with light; it was a surprisingly nice looking room, the walls a clean white color and the floors a nice wood. There were a few windows, though they were boarded up so no one would know someone was in the room.
There was an older woman sitting behind a long table in the room. She looked up as Ruana's father walked in, and smirked. "I trust you set the plan in motion?" She asked, motioning for him to sit down.
Ruana's father shook his head at her invitation and simply closed the door behind him, "Yes," He replied, "She is going to befriend the boy now, and it should not be that hard."
The woman chuckled, her different colored eyes drifting around the room. "Well, then this is going swimmingly!" She laughed, "Soon, very soon, we will finally be able to bring back the Thief King." She stood up from her chair, her smirk widening. "Radwan, I assume you know what to do next."
Radwan nodded, "Yes," He said, "But I must wait until Ruana makes the boy fall in love with her."
The woman nodded, "Yes, yes, that's fine." She waved a hand dismissively, "I mean, get the ritual ready." She snapped at him, "Personally, I don't even need the girl to have the boy fall in
love with her, seeing as we only need his brother, that little Vincent brat."
"You said you'd give me something in return." Radwan said flatly, gold eyes narrowing.
The woman glared back at him, a strand of graying brunette hair falling into her face, "Yes, and I have." She snarled, "So hurry, go get the ritual set up, along with telling the rest of the members. I want nothing to be out of place! Everything must be perfect!" She barked at him.
Radwan bowed swiftly, "Yes," He said before turning and walking out the door.
The woman's face twisted into a smug look, and as soon as Radwan was out of hearing range, she began to laugh maniacally. "That fool," She said to herself, sitting back down in the chair, "He believes that his child will rule the kingdom? Ha, he's one sword short of a sword smith; Ganondorf will be the ruler of this Kingdom, and Radwan and his daughter will be nothing more then servants." She leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. "And I will be given a just reward, I shall." She chuckled, "With the hero gone, no one shall stand in my way! I shall be labeled the traitor no longer."