~I am soooooooooooooooooo sorry for not posting in a looooooooooong time.
I'm super busy with work cuz I need moola to go to Disneyland later this
month. Again, I'm VERY SORRY! On the plus side (depending how you look at
it) this chapter is really long for those who like this story. So Hurray
for you!!! And THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS! You people are awesome!!! Oh and by the way, someone reviewed to me about my story being a little similar to Learning to Love by Kristi Carlson Fernandez (Which by the way, I have read and it's REALLY good! One of the few stories that I highly recommend for SSBM fans) and just letting those who have read that story and my story, my fic may come off similar, but believe me, it's not gonna be for long. My entire story line is already contrived and it's not like Learning to Love. So just keep that in mind! (Oh and read Learning to Love.it really is a great story for Samus/Marth people out there). Anyway,
I won't keep you from chapter 4. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
The Thin Line of Trust
The esteemed prince entered the throne room to his loyal subjects of Altea. There was silence in the room for many respected the prince and his well-deserved reputation as a fair ruler. As the prince sat in his throne, he began eyeing a couple of the young maidens in the sidelines. Quietly, he whispered to one of his attendants to beckon them for dining and "pleasures" in his chamber. The attendant nodded and slipped out the back way. Nothing really happened as for particular matters that the country had been situated with, so the king retired early.
The day passed like any other day for Marth. Just looking over the usual problems of the country and strategize every possible solution; these were all that this king required himself to do like every other king. Though he is a womanizer and uses women for his pleasure, all and all he's a fine ruler. His land is in fact prosperous and has yet to engage in any battles on their soil. He is a great king, but a terrible man. However, it didn't seem to bother anyone. After all, in his country, women were considered lower than men were; they were almost like property to men, but rarely ever abused as most would think they are.
Dusk was approaching and the amnesiac Zelda sat in the great Altean Garden of the castle. It was immensely beautiful and the sight alone was pleasing to the eye. Never had such vibrant colors and an aura of fragrances blend in a unique form as this garden had. Tall, black iron gates enclosed it with green thorn vines crawling up the bars and curving into swirls, and at the bottom grew a thick mass of green moss. In the very center of the garden there was a large white fountain sculpted in the shape of an Altean woman exposing her bosom. The woman stood with her chin down and her hands holding what looks to be a cloth, sculpted in stone of course, held up to her chest. Water shot up around the woman as the water glistened under the faintly lit sky.
Zelda sat at the edge of the fountain, looking down into her reflection in the pool of water. She sat there the entire evening trying to remember forgotten memories. Marth had been watching her this entire time gazing from the shadows of the black gates. The lady didn't even notice his presence and seemed more focused on her reflection than the prince or the garden.
"Zelda," Marth finally approached the girl.
"Yes Your Majesty?" Zelda looked up from her gaze. She felt a little silly staring at the water as the prince came closer.
"Have you been here alone this entire time?" he asked her. She nodded innocently, which brought Marth's urge to sit next to her. He walked to her and stood in front of her, however, she still sat at the edge.
"Should I not be here?" realizing that she didn't ask to go into the garden.
"No, it's perfectly fine for you to visit the garden," Marth answered, finally sitting next to Zelda, "I am merely curious why you would be alone."
"Oh, I needed to gather my thoughts," she said; the prince seemed to be getting closer to her, but of course, she wasn't realizing this. "I have had dreams about my memories, or at least I think they are my memories." Zelda slightly turned away trying to remember her dreams as Marth sat right next to her and turned her to face him. Several strands of hair covered slight areas on her face, but Marth gently pulled them back as an excuse to touch her soft skin.
"Tell me," he insisted. Zelda couldn't help but look into his eyes.
"Well, it began with myself and another man who wore a strange fashion of green clothing, a tunic perhaps, yet it was very becoming on him," she sighed dreamily and smiled, "Something tells me that I know who this stranger is until it was finally confirmed."
"How?" Marth grew very jealous of this man in her dream.
"He kissed my lips ever so softly and held me, protecting me from harm," Zelda paused for a moment then snapped out of it, "But that's all that I can remember for now."
"Worry not, Zelda," Marth seductively slid his hand down Zelda's cheek, inching closer to her face, "It was only a dream. You have a much finer reality before you.myself."
Marth drew in closer to her and leaned in. Zelda leaned back a little not knowing what Marth had in mind until Marth slid his arm around her waist and his other hand behind her neck bringing her closer to his lips. They were so close that they could feel each other's breaths breezing against their lips.
"Marth," she whimpered softly, but Marth ignored it and soon turned to his aggressive lust. His arm guided itself to her lower back then around her waist until he was caressing her inner thigh and started coming closer in.
"Your Majesty!" cried one of the servants rushing into the garden, "Princess Peach has ordered me to inform you that she will be here at dawn." The prince did not look pleased at this interruption.
Marth stood up and followed the servant. The prince was not happy with the princess coming to his castle without several days notice. He already had plans, which are to indulge his desires onto Zelda and with the women in court that day.
"Send the two women from the court into my chamber," he ordered the servant, "And make sure that they're "dressed" properly." With those orders, the servant started to leave until he was stopped again by the prince.
"And don't forget to deliver this to Zelda," the prince handed the servant a letter and finally the servant scurried off to his orders.
Prince Marth had beckoned the two ladies to his chamber for night of entertainment and pleasure. He would've had them the next night and Zelda that night, but Peach is coming at dawn and Zelda is staying until either her memory returns or until he finds her identity.
Zelda walked back to her chamber, which was right next to Marth's. Yet little did Zelda know was that chamber belonged to Peach whenever she stayed at the Altean Castle. Zelda changed into her sleeping garments and peered through her only window as she did when Marth saw her awaken for the first time. Then a knock came to the door. She answered it and found that it was the servant who Marth had followed earlier that day.
"His Majesty wishes you to read this letter," the servant handed her the letter. She looked at it strangely, not even opening it, "My apologize miss, but can you not read?"
"Oh why yes, of course," she replied, "Thank you." The servant finally left the chamber as Zelda shut the door.
Zelda finally opened the letter, which was sealed with a bloody red wax. She read the letter:
Fairest Zelda, Before the night ends, you must enter the top chamber of the forth tower in the south wing of my castle. There, you shall stay to rest for now until your current chamber is no longer occupied. -Prince of Altea, Marth-
Just as she finished her letter, several servants came in and helped the lady pack her items and guided her to the chamber Marth had wished her to reside it. The spiral stairs climbed up very high with torches lit all around. There were some torches that weren't lit at all because no one ever goes up there. Then they reached the chamber.
"Your chamber, my lady," one of the servants opened the squeaky door.
The room was dark and there were no lit torches, only a large bed, one window with several fine drapes, an armoire, a small table and chair next to it. She stepped inside her chamber as one of the servants lit the three torches in the room. When the servants left, the princess plopped herself on the bed and rested.
Meanwhile, Marth was in his chamber with the two women from court. He grinned mischievously as he began kissing the maiden with black hair. The other, who was a very modest brunette unlike the other one, stayed back keeping away from the kissing couple. Then Marth looked at the brunette and stopped kissing the other. He slowly walked towards the brunette and forced his lips against hers. She tried pulling away, but he had her trapped; there was no escape. The woman cried softly not wanting Marth to threaten her chastity, but the prince didn't care for her chastity, only his desire.
"Please stop!" the brunette cried as Marth started groping her bosom and rubbing his body against hers.
Then finally, the brunette escaped and rushed out of the chamber sobbing. The other woman came up from behind him and started kissing his neck and nibbling his ear. Marth turned to her and started kissing her and groping her, whom she didn't mind, after all, he is the prince. They laid down on the bed and started undressing each other and cover themselves under the sheets.
The night journeyed on to morning and the lady left the castle just before dawn. Peach was already on her way to Altea Castle; she didn't want to stay away from her one "true" love for long. When the princess of Mushroom Kingdom arrived at the castle, several servants whom she just ignored and passed by without greeting them back greeted her. Her destination was Marth's chamber and she was certain to find him there. Then she opened the chamber door without knocking or announcing herself.
"Ah, Peach," Marth said casually as two male servants dressed him into his royal attire, "What gives me the honor of your presence this day?"
"Stop your antic ways of wooing," she demanded. Marth, obviously guilty, gave Peach and a rather confused look on his face, "I know very well about the women in court, the handmaidens, the noble women from other countries! You have not been true to me, Prince Marth! I have given you my heart and this is how it must bleed?" Peach broke down into tears as Marth ordered his servants to leave.
"My lady," he started, not moving from his place, "What reasons you to think this way? And why would I be satisfied with a handmaiden or a lady of my court when all the treasures of beauty lie within you?" Marth had his ways of calming Peach down, even when she's accusing him of being unfaithful. As a matter of fact, peach's manipulating ways never worked on Marth, but his always worked on her.
"Marth," she uttered under her breath as she drew in closer to him. His charm was working.
"Shhh, you need not think of such terrible thoughts," he whispered into her ear, "Come, let's enjoy your visit and forget all these ridiculous rumors, for they are false on my word."
Marth took Peach in his arms and passionately kissed the princess. His kiss made her forget all her troubles and all what Marth had supposedly done. Her grip held tight to him, now, as almost as if she wanted him more than ever. He started caressing her neck and lowered to her bosom, seductively lowering his kisses to her neck as she grew warmer. Then suddenly, a knock came to the door, interrupting the basking couple.
"Your Majesty," a servant announced as Marth furiously rushed to the door and opened it, "There is a matter that seeks your attention."
"What matter is this?" asked the prince in a fierce tone.
"Um, it concerns the." noticing Peach was in their presence, "Forth tower in the south wing."
"I shall be there shortly," he murmured, then lightly whispered, "See that she doesn't leave my chamber." He referred to Peach as he left her there.
"Where is he off to?" she asked almost angrily.
"To his certain duties that he must attend to," the servant replied.
"And what duties are those?" she folded her arms with a scornful look. The servant looked a little stumped, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Why must it concern you?" Roy entered the chamber as he smiled to the fair princess. She was happy to see her friend and smiled back. "He will return shortly, he simply has country affairs to attend."
"I suppose you're right," she sighed.
"Just stay within this chamber," Roy told the princess, "I'll even keep you company if you wish."
The two stayed in the chamber and spoke to each other about Peach's absence from the Altean castle. Roy was very careful to not mention the maidens that Marth had seduced and beckoned to his chamber, especially about Zelda. So instead, he lied to her; he told her that Marth had been stressed with the battles that are possibly breaching his land, and that he had been doing his best to keep the enemies from his country. All of this is true, but not entirely honest. Naturally, Peach believed Roy.
"My poor Marth," she whimpered, "If only I had known I would not have accused him of such wild allegations. And he hasn't even mentioned anything about Mario aiding me in Mushroom Castle. I am such a jealous fool!" Peach broke into tears. Roy bit his lip knowing it was right for Peach to confront Marth about the maidens, but he knew that Marth had a particular way of manipulating Peach's thoughts.
"Worry not," Roy comforted her, "You simply desire for him to love you exclusively and I understand what ails you so and perhaps what made you think of these thoughts."
"I thank you Roy," she wiped her tears away, "I am ever so grateful to have a friend like you." She smiled and so did he, but his was not sincere.
"Marth is spending much time in the tower," she stared changing the subject, "Does he often consult his matters immediately like this?"
"Not usually," Roy replied, "He generally speaks to her if her memory begins to sort up a bit." Roy blinked up just realizing he had slipped out Zelda's existence.
"Who is 'her' Roy?" she questioned very curiously. Roy knew that if he denied that he had mentioned "her" Peach would immediately grow suspicious.
"The lady Marth had rescued several nights ago," he said casually as if it wasn't a big deal, "Worry not Peach, she is no threat to you." Again Peach grew a bit jealous of this lady Marth had rescued.
"I wish to see her at once," she ordered.
"But Peach," he began to speak.
"And when in her presence, you will address me as Your Majesty and His Mistress of Altea Castle. Is that understood?" Peach's attitude immediately turned to up tight. There was surely a jealous little monster growing in Peach, and it would not be wise to disturb it. Roy nodded and followed her out of the chamber.
~I hope that wasn't too long for you. But there's actually a LOT more. I
just didn't want to post them all in one big fat chapter, which would
probably give cramps in your butt, and that's not good. So, I'll try my
very hardest to post my chapters a little sooner. And please review!
Criticism/Questions/Compliments are always welcomed!
for you!!! And THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS! You people are awesome!!! Oh and by the way, someone reviewed to me about my story being a little similar to Learning to Love by Kristi Carlson Fernandez (Which by the way, I have read and it's REALLY good! One of the few stories that I highly recommend for SSBM fans) and just letting those who have read that story and my story, my fic may come off similar, but believe me, it's not gonna be for long. My entire story line is already contrived and it's not like Learning to Love. So just keep that in mind! (Oh and read Learning to Love.it really is a great story for Samus/Marth people out there). Anyway,
I won't keep you from chapter 4. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
The Thin Line of Trust
The esteemed prince entered the throne room to his loyal subjects of Altea. There was silence in the room for many respected the prince and his well-deserved reputation as a fair ruler. As the prince sat in his throne, he began eyeing a couple of the young maidens in the sidelines. Quietly, he whispered to one of his attendants to beckon them for dining and "pleasures" in his chamber. The attendant nodded and slipped out the back way. Nothing really happened as for particular matters that the country had been situated with, so the king retired early.
The day passed like any other day for Marth. Just looking over the usual problems of the country and strategize every possible solution; these were all that this king required himself to do like every other king. Though he is a womanizer and uses women for his pleasure, all and all he's a fine ruler. His land is in fact prosperous and has yet to engage in any battles on their soil. He is a great king, but a terrible man. However, it didn't seem to bother anyone. After all, in his country, women were considered lower than men were; they were almost like property to men, but rarely ever abused as most would think they are.
Dusk was approaching and the amnesiac Zelda sat in the great Altean Garden of the castle. It was immensely beautiful and the sight alone was pleasing to the eye. Never had such vibrant colors and an aura of fragrances blend in a unique form as this garden had. Tall, black iron gates enclosed it with green thorn vines crawling up the bars and curving into swirls, and at the bottom grew a thick mass of green moss. In the very center of the garden there was a large white fountain sculpted in the shape of an Altean woman exposing her bosom. The woman stood with her chin down and her hands holding what looks to be a cloth, sculpted in stone of course, held up to her chest. Water shot up around the woman as the water glistened under the faintly lit sky.
Zelda sat at the edge of the fountain, looking down into her reflection in the pool of water. She sat there the entire evening trying to remember forgotten memories. Marth had been watching her this entire time gazing from the shadows of the black gates. The lady didn't even notice his presence and seemed more focused on her reflection than the prince or the garden.
"Zelda," Marth finally approached the girl.
"Yes Your Majesty?" Zelda looked up from her gaze. She felt a little silly staring at the water as the prince came closer.
"Have you been here alone this entire time?" he asked her. She nodded innocently, which brought Marth's urge to sit next to her. He walked to her and stood in front of her, however, she still sat at the edge.
"Should I not be here?" realizing that she didn't ask to go into the garden.
"No, it's perfectly fine for you to visit the garden," Marth answered, finally sitting next to Zelda, "I am merely curious why you would be alone."
"Oh, I needed to gather my thoughts," she said; the prince seemed to be getting closer to her, but of course, she wasn't realizing this. "I have had dreams about my memories, or at least I think they are my memories." Zelda slightly turned away trying to remember her dreams as Marth sat right next to her and turned her to face him. Several strands of hair covered slight areas on her face, but Marth gently pulled them back as an excuse to touch her soft skin.
"Tell me," he insisted. Zelda couldn't help but look into his eyes.
"Well, it began with myself and another man who wore a strange fashion of green clothing, a tunic perhaps, yet it was very becoming on him," she sighed dreamily and smiled, "Something tells me that I know who this stranger is until it was finally confirmed."
"How?" Marth grew very jealous of this man in her dream.
"He kissed my lips ever so softly and held me, protecting me from harm," Zelda paused for a moment then snapped out of it, "But that's all that I can remember for now."
"Worry not, Zelda," Marth seductively slid his hand down Zelda's cheek, inching closer to her face, "It was only a dream. You have a much finer reality before you.myself."
Marth drew in closer to her and leaned in. Zelda leaned back a little not knowing what Marth had in mind until Marth slid his arm around her waist and his other hand behind her neck bringing her closer to his lips. They were so close that they could feel each other's breaths breezing against their lips.
"Marth," she whimpered softly, but Marth ignored it and soon turned to his aggressive lust. His arm guided itself to her lower back then around her waist until he was caressing her inner thigh and started coming closer in.
"Your Majesty!" cried one of the servants rushing into the garden, "Princess Peach has ordered me to inform you that she will be here at dawn." The prince did not look pleased at this interruption.
Marth stood up and followed the servant. The prince was not happy with the princess coming to his castle without several days notice. He already had plans, which are to indulge his desires onto Zelda and with the women in court that day.
"Send the two women from the court into my chamber," he ordered the servant, "And make sure that they're "dressed" properly." With those orders, the servant started to leave until he was stopped again by the prince.
"And don't forget to deliver this to Zelda," the prince handed the servant a letter and finally the servant scurried off to his orders.
Prince Marth had beckoned the two ladies to his chamber for night of entertainment and pleasure. He would've had them the next night and Zelda that night, but Peach is coming at dawn and Zelda is staying until either her memory returns or until he finds her identity.
Zelda walked back to her chamber, which was right next to Marth's. Yet little did Zelda know was that chamber belonged to Peach whenever she stayed at the Altean Castle. Zelda changed into her sleeping garments and peered through her only window as she did when Marth saw her awaken for the first time. Then a knock came to the door. She answered it and found that it was the servant who Marth had followed earlier that day.
"His Majesty wishes you to read this letter," the servant handed her the letter. She looked at it strangely, not even opening it, "My apologize miss, but can you not read?"
"Oh why yes, of course," she replied, "Thank you." The servant finally left the chamber as Zelda shut the door.
Zelda finally opened the letter, which was sealed with a bloody red wax. She read the letter:
Fairest Zelda, Before the night ends, you must enter the top chamber of the forth tower in the south wing of my castle. There, you shall stay to rest for now until your current chamber is no longer occupied. -Prince of Altea, Marth-
Just as she finished her letter, several servants came in and helped the lady pack her items and guided her to the chamber Marth had wished her to reside it. The spiral stairs climbed up very high with torches lit all around. There were some torches that weren't lit at all because no one ever goes up there. Then they reached the chamber.
"Your chamber, my lady," one of the servants opened the squeaky door.
The room was dark and there were no lit torches, only a large bed, one window with several fine drapes, an armoire, a small table and chair next to it. She stepped inside her chamber as one of the servants lit the three torches in the room. When the servants left, the princess plopped herself on the bed and rested.
Meanwhile, Marth was in his chamber with the two women from court. He grinned mischievously as he began kissing the maiden with black hair. The other, who was a very modest brunette unlike the other one, stayed back keeping away from the kissing couple. Then Marth looked at the brunette and stopped kissing the other. He slowly walked towards the brunette and forced his lips against hers. She tried pulling away, but he had her trapped; there was no escape. The woman cried softly not wanting Marth to threaten her chastity, but the prince didn't care for her chastity, only his desire.
"Please stop!" the brunette cried as Marth started groping her bosom and rubbing his body against hers.
Then finally, the brunette escaped and rushed out of the chamber sobbing. The other woman came up from behind him and started kissing his neck and nibbling his ear. Marth turned to her and started kissing her and groping her, whom she didn't mind, after all, he is the prince. They laid down on the bed and started undressing each other and cover themselves under the sheets.
The night journeyed on to morning and the lady left the castle just before dawn. Peach was already on her way to Altea Castle; she didn't want to stay away from her one "true" love for long. When the princess of Mushroom Kingdom arrived at the castle, several servants whom she just ignored and passed by without greeting them back greeted her. Her destination was Marth's chamber and she was certain to find him there. Then she opened the chamber door without knocking or announcing herself.
"Ah, Peach," Marth said casually as two male servants dressed him into his royal attire, "What gives me the honor of your presence this day?"
"Stop your antic ways of wooing," she demanded. Marth, obviously guilty, gave Peach and a rather confused look on his face, "I know very well about the women in court, the handmaidens, the noble women from other countries! You have not been true to me, Prince Marth! I have given you my heart and this is how it must bleed?" Peach broke down into tears as Marth ordered his servants to leave.
"My lady," he started, not moving from his place, "What reasons you to think this way? And why would I be satisfied with a handmaiden or a lady of my court when all the treasures of beauty lie within you?" Marth had his ways of calming Peach down, even when she's accusing him of being unfaithful. As a matter of fact, peach's manipulating ways never worked on Marth, but his always worked on her.
"Marth," she uttered under her breath as she drew in closer to him. His charm was working.
"Shhh, you need not think of such terrible thoughts," he whispered into her ear, "Come, let's enjoy your visit and forget all these ridiculous rumors, for they are false on my word."
Marth took Peach in his arms and passionately kissed the princess. His kiss made her forget all her troubles and all what Marth had supposedly done. Her grip held tight to him, now, as almost as if she wanted him more than ever. He started caressing her neck and lowered to her bosom, seductively lowering his kisses to her neck as she grew warmer. Then suddenly, a knock came to the door, interrupting the basking couple.
"Your Majesty," a servant announced as Marth furiously rushed to the door and opened it, "There is a matter that seeks your attention."
"What matter is this?" asked the prince in a fierce tone.
"Um, it concerns the." noticing Peach was in their presence, "Forth tower in the south wing."
"I shall be there shortly," he murmured, then lightly whispered, "See that she doesn't leave my chamber." He referred to Peach as he left her there.
"Where is he off to?" she asked almost angrily.
"To his certain duties that he must attend to," the servant replied.
"And what duties are those?" she folded her arms with a scornful look. The servant looked a little stumped, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Why must it concern you?" Roy entered the chamber as he smiled to the fair princess. She was happy to see her friend and smiled back. "He will return shortly, he simply has country affairs to attend."
"I suppose you're right," she sighed.
"Just stay within this chamber," Roy told the princess, "I'll even keep you company if you wish."
The two stayed in the chamber and spoke to each other about Peach's absence from the Altean castle. Roy was very careful to not mention the maidens that Marth had seduced and beckoned to his chamber, especially about Zelda. So instead, he lied to her; he told her that Marth had been stressed with the battles that are possibly breaching his land, and that he had been doing his best to keep the enemies from his country. All of this is true, but not entirely honest. Naturally, Peach believed Roy.
"My poor Marth," she whimpered, "If only I had known I would not have accused him of such wild allegations. And he hasn't even mentioned anything about Mario aiding me in Mushroom Castle. I am such a jealous fool!" Peach broke into tears. Roy bit his lip knowing it was right for Peach to confront Marth about the maidens, but he knew that Marth had a particular way of manipulating Peach's thoughts.
"Worry not," Roy comforted her, "You simply desire for him to love you exclusively and I understand what ails you so and perhaps what made you think of these thoughts."
"I thank you Roy," she wiped her tears away, "I am ever so grateful to have a friend like you." She smiled and so did he, but his was not sincere.
"Marth is spending much time in the tower," she stared changing the subject, "Does he often consult his matters immediately like this?"
"Not usually," Roy replied, "He generally speaks to her if her memory begins to sort up a bit." Roy blinked up just realizing he had slipped out Zelda's existence.
"Who is 'her' Roy?" she questioned very curiously. Roy knew that if he denied that he had mentioned "her" Peach would immediately grow suspicious.
"The lady Marth had rescued several nights ago," he said casually as if it wasn't a big deal, "Worry not Peach, she is no threat to you." Again Peach grew a bit jealous of this lady Marth had rescued.
"I wish to see her at once," she ordered.
"But Peach," he began to speak.
"And when in her presence, you will address me as Your Majesty and His Mistress of Altea Castle. Is that understood?" Peach's attitude immediately turned to up tight. There was surely a jealous little monster growing in Peach, and it would not be wise to disturb it. Roy nodded and followed her out of the chamber.
~I hope that wasn't too long for you. But there's actually a LOT more. I
just didn't want to post them all in one big fat chapter, which would
probably give cramps in your butt, and that's not good. So, I'll try my
very hardest to post my chapters a little sooner. And please review!
Criticism/Questions/Compliments are always welcomed!