I swear, sometimes he drives me crazy.
Like being the helpless princess waiting for a stupid hero isn´t already bad enough… he´s the worse part of all this.
I´m laying on the couch, trying to get him off my mind, again, and realizing it´s not working, again, I grab a book I find on a table near. I start reading the first sentences of a random page, not even looking at the cover, and I wonder what is such a book (I take it´s a romantic one, from what I read) doing in the now his castle. I figure some maid must have put it there for me earlier, because I´m a ´delicate princess`.
"I always thought you had a better taste in literature, my dear Zelda…" a familiar voice laughs before I had the chance to put the stupid book away.
I glimpse at the book´s cover and I can feel my cheeks burning. I blush intensely as I discover, to my horror, that the cover of what I was reading is the most girlish thing I´ve seen, light pink and with red roses drawn all over it, and the title DOES NOT help.
When I notice, Ganondorf approaches me, still laughing, and takes the book from my hands before I can explain. He examines it for a moment as I rise to meet him, but too ashamed to face him.
"Well, well, princess, is this really your type? I could have never imagined…" he says, handing me back the book.
"I was just really bored" I reply, but his grin tells me he doesn´t exactly believe me.
"I see"
He turns, and I expect him to leave. But in less than a minute he turns back, and he gets closer to me than before.
"But I must know, what is there so interesting in this book, princess?" he mocks, so I try to ignore him "do you miss your hero?"
I hate when he does that, when he refers to me and Link like that. And I think, deep down, he knows it. That makes me angrier.
"I don´t love Link, and you know it Ganondorf. He´s a good friend who´s trying to help me get away from you. Now if you excuse me-"
I try to leave, but he takes one step and blocks my way, teasing. Again.
"Not excused" he says, grinning.
Goddesses, how I hate him. I have no idea why I like him. Wait, I didn´t just think that… I… like… him? No, I´m getting delirious. He´s not half bad and we are similar in a way… I respect him, I admit. At least when he´s not mocking me.
"But what´s with the book? I mean, those stories are all the same… two people who love each other so badly…" he leans closer, almost touching " that they live a forbidden love…"
What on earth is he doing?!
"… so romantic… and then, what? He confesses his love for her, three simple words, in a soft whisper, close to her ear…"
He´s whispering in my ear now and I´m afraid I´m liking it…
"…and…"
He left my ear, he´s staring right into my eyes, not mocking anymore. For a moment I see him, the true him… We´re inches away, almost kissing.
I think I want more… don´t I?
"…and…?" I ask, almost trembling. I can´t believe I did that because I know him better to know what he´ll do next.
"…and they kiss, and live so ´happily-ever-after` it´s almost sickening" he laughs, leaving me there alone like an idiot.
That bastard.
I remember his look, our ´almost kiss` and I can´t help but smiling against my will. And I immediately hate him and myself for not kissing him.
I swear, sometimes he drives me crazy.
