A/N: The Lost Chapter, as I call it. A chapter from an early draft of a story of mine, it promises a pairing that I thought about for a long time. So much that I was going to include it but I decided against it. Now, it's a one-shot. Just a peek at a Zelda/OC relationship.

The OC: Fans of my stories will recognize Vincent. For those who don't, he's just a guy from another place who came to Hyrule. Since the chapter was suppose to be in the early draft, Vincent should be a little bit more sinister that usual. Reason is because he, in the early draft, was evil. Enjoy!

Night of Unraveling Love

Zelda walked down the cold hallways of her castle. Thunder clashed outside the stonewalls and rain pelted the windows. The sun had already set in the west and the crescent moon was hidden behind dark clouds. Alone, Zelda made her way to the dining room. Since Link had left on another adventure, she had been dining alone for a while. The oak doors were opened for her as she entered the cavernous room.

She sighed as she pulled the chair at the head of the table. Zelda sat on it and pulled herself closer to the long mahogany table. The room was dark and only the few candles on the table and whatever light from the windows lit the room. Zelda stared at the dinner spread in front of her. She didn't enjoy dining alone but since Link left and her father preferred his own company, she had no choice.

Zelda reached for the salad bowl and placed some on her plate. She set the bowl aside and took the salad fork and began to pick at the leaves.

"And I thought I had sorry dinners," came a voice from the doorway.

Zelda turned around to see a young man, just a little older than Link, lean against the doorway. He always had the same smirk glued onto his face and kept his arms crossed. He moved forward, his long, white jacket flowing behind him like a cape. The man took a seat at the table, the seat next to Zelda.

His bright red hair was plastered onto his face and water dripped down his face, "How's my Princess tonight?"

Zelda looked away from his fiery red orbs of eyes, "Vincent, your going to have to tell me one of these day how you get past my guards."

"My suggestion is that you should consider getting new ones. The guards you have currently are entirely too incompetent," he said.

"You mind telling me what your doing here?" Zelda asked callously.

"If you really must now, my dear Princess, for a few reasons," Vincent said. "The rain just started not too long ago and I needed to go somewhere. I'm also a little hungry. I also wanted to see how you were doing, if you accept it or not. I know it must be hard for you without your daring hero."

"Well," Zelda said. "Even though we aren't on the best of terms, I'm thankful that you care about me so. Lucky you that I can look over the selfish reasons."

"I'm not selfish Zelda. Sure, I said those things but in reality, its you who I came to see. It's not like I don't consider the ramifications of my actions anyways. Anyone ever tell you that those eyes of yours look like they hold the waves of the ocean?"

"Flattery gets you no where," Zelda said. "Besides, I though you and Malon were-"

"Don't believe everything you see Zelda," Vincent leaned closer to her. "To tell you the truth, blond Princesses with wisdom are my kind of bag. Of course," Vincent sat back into his chair and leaned back. "You don't want me. You have the valiant savior. He has so much to offer to you than I."

"What about Link?" Zelda inquired.

"Nothing really," Vincent answered. "Just saying how you chose the best of the best for your husband. He's proficient with bombs, an expert archer, master of a hookshot, and even an accomplished swordweilder. To top it all of, he's the Hero of Time. Of course I can't compete with that." Vincent stared at the food, "Mind if I help myself?"

Zelda shook her head. Vincent then grabbed his plate and loaded it with roasted ham and other foods at his reach. Even with the seemingly ravenous appetite, Vincent seemed to have perfect table manners. He kept his back against the chair, never placed his elbows on the table, and he even knew which utensils to use. Zelda was surprised; swordsmen like Link and Vincent usually had atrocious manners. Link wasn't like Vincent though; Zelda took a long time to get Link to use the right fork for salad.

She couldn't help but notice more traits that made him different from Link. The contrast between them was large in many areas. Link kept a tan from his days of adventuring and Vincent had a skin nearly as fair as hers. Link had ice blue eyes and Vincent had eyes that were as scarlet as his hair. Even to the way they act were different. Link usually never talked much yet he never hid anything. He always said what was on his mind.

Vincent on the other hand…

"Hello, Zelda?" Vincent said, waving his hand in front of her face. Zelda snapped out of her thoughts. "You've been staring at me. You need to say something?"

"Your quite a character," Zelda said.

"I think I should take that as a compliment," Vincent said. "Thank you?"

Zelda smiled, "Don't worry, I did mean it as a good thing."

"Awesome," Vincent said. He looked at Zelda's plate and shook his head, "You aren't eating anything. As Princess, you have to keep up your strength. Mustn't show weakness to the people. You'll lose them."

"Sorry, just don't feel like eating," Zelda replied.

"Come on Zelda," Vincent said, scooting his chair closer to her. He positioned himself next to her, "You got to eat. Sure you love isn't here right now but you have the next best guy."

Zelda chuckled, "Your really narcissistic. But I do agree with you."

Vincent stared at her in disbelief, "Seriously?"

Zelda kept her smile and nodded, "Yes Vincent. I want to know why you want to be so close to me. I really don't see it."

Vincent took a strawberry from the dessert plate, "To answer that question, I have to tell you something I'm not sure I should. I have horrible timing." Vincent fed the strawberry to Zelda. She accepted it and savored the sweet berry. "Good?"

"Normally I dislike being fed to," Zelda answered. "Your true feelings were behind it though. Vincent, do you-"

"Yes Zelda, I love you," Vincent said, turning his head away. "I have no other feeling toward anyone else. I know you love Link and that's why you married him." He turned back to her, "I suppose that's all I can do."

Zelda leaned her head against his shoulder. She began to question her relationship with Link, "Would you feed me another strawberry?"

Vincent took another strawberry and fed it to her, "I find it strange that you requested another one." He placed his arm around her and leaned his head on hers.

"To tell you the truth Vincent, I've been dreaming of this. To be with a loved one on a stormy night. At first, it has always been Link but ever since you came to Hyrule and into my life, it's been you."

"Princess?"

"Please Vincent, call me Zelda. I'm a Princess by blood yet no one has made me feel like one. No one except you."

"What about Link?"

"What about Link? He's my husband but our marriage isn't what you call perfect. He's always quick to help the people of another land and forget about his wife. I'm being selfish, I know but I wanted him to myself. My feelings for him aren't as strong as they are for you, Vincent," she looked up at him. "Would you do me a favor?"

"What is it my Princess?"

"Kiss me. I want our lips together," Zelda requested. Vincent leaned in and kissed the shapely Princess. He combed back the loose strands of her hair that fell. Zelda loved the sweet taste of his lips and as they parted, she only wanted it more.

"This isn't right Zelda. Link is a good friend and I shouldn't be doing this," Vincent said as he stood up from the chair. "I'm surprised at both of us. You're his wife and I his friend and we gave into each other."

Zelda stood up and went over to the redhead, "I know its wrong. A princess shouldn't do this."

Vincent kept his gaze averted from her.

"Please Vincent, look at me!" Zelda said. "It's worse if we kept these feelings bottled up. We love each other don't we?"

Vincent looked at her, "You love me?"

"I thought I made that clear Vincent," Zelda said.

"Do you have any remorse?" Vincent asked. "I know what lines we crossed Zelda. Even I don't go that far. Not intentional at least. I don't care Zelda, we aren't suppose to be doing this."

Zelda looked away, hurt, "Is that it Vincent? You blurt out you love me but you'll end it there. You wanted me for some long and when you have me, you're too scared to do anything. The Vincent I know would have never broken the kiss we shared."

Vincent bit his lip. He turned Zelda's face to his with his hand and kissed her. This time he did it with more passion. He couldn't resist the woman he loved since the day he met her.

They found themselves on the wall, leading to Zelda's room. Zelda's hair was messy and Vincent's disheveled. They wanted each other badly. They would prove how much they loved each other.

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Zelda awoke. Her arm was around the chest of the spectacular red head. She sat up and looked through the window in her room. The sun wasn't up yet so she lay back down on her bed. She wondered what would happen when the sun came. There were still matters to attend to with their new, forbidden love.

She fell back under the sandman's spell.

And awoke later. The sun's rays filtered into her room. As she sat up, Vincent's white jacket fell from her. Zelda began to question her actions the previous night. She didn't have Vincent to question them to now. Angry with herself, she threw the jacket onto the floor.

A folded letter was tucked into its pocket. Zelda got up from her bed and picked it up. She opened the letter to find Vincent's loopy handwriting in a message. She read it.

Zelda,

Don't take it the wrong way, I hade to leave this morning. Link is unpredictable; you know that more than anyone. I wouldn't want him to come and find us together. I don't want him to find out like that.

You looked cold, so I left my jacket with you. I love you, always will.

Vincent

She smiled, "I love you too."

A/N: Change some things from the original draft. If there's enough demand for it, I'll continue it. Till then, it stays a one-shot.