A/N: Once upon a last night, Sorcie drew a picture of Zelda, and Zelda turned out looking rather…bratty. So, this. Think Mila. XD
Universe: Obviously none you know.
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100 Battles
Frustration
The young lady, if she could be called thus, pouted. Oh, this was awful; the whole day was ruined, and all because of this despicable Gerudo. This thought in mind, she fanned herself delicately, giving her captor a look that clearly stated that he was the worst person in the world.
(By most accounts, he was. But that was beside the point.)
The man stared back, unimpressed, and, frankly, a bit irritated. Every Zelda was annoying in her efforts to keep her bit of the Triforce away from him, but this one in particular had him fuming. Since he'd captured her, early that morning, she'd not mentioned the Triforce, the hero, or himself once—did she not know who he was? Who she was?
(He'd encountered something like that before, with the pirate rat, but nothing of this magnitude.)
In fact, all she'd done so far was complain. The food was cold. The bed wasn't made. He was ruining her favorite dress, and it was brand new, and now it had several tears in it. Also, what business did he have decimating her soldiers and stealing her on such a lovely day?!
(Nayru help him, for the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom, she was completely clueless, not to mention ridiculously spoiled. He had been generous in allowing her to move about the top of the tower of her own free will.)
She'd started up again, still fanning away. "…And the day was going so well before you came. Ugh, even Chancellor Cole was better about that; why don't you wait for a rainy day?"
Ganondorf held up a hand. "Stop, child. You've been kidnapped before?"
Zelda's glare hardened at his lack of knowledge. "Yes," she said, as though it were obvious. Raising a hand primly, she began to count off. "I've been kidnapped by Cole, Vaati, Dark Link, Ghirahim, Bellum, and…" she thought for a moment. "…no, that's it."
The King of Evil let his eyes widen, jaw slaken. Some of those were his minions! What right did they have to go after his prize? "What…Zelda! What did they want from you?"
Unhappy at the idea of explaining, the princess sighed. Honestly, where had he been for the last twelve years? What an idiot… "The Triforce. What else?" She propped her face up on her hand, bored.
Oh, finally. Finally. Unable to contain himself, the Gerudo crossed the room, mood shifted in an instant, and picked her up, shoving her against the wall roughly. "Wisdom…give it to me! Damn you, you brat, give it to me!"
Neither surprised nor amused, she huffed. "Put me down, you pig. I don't have it."
"Don't lie, girl; it never worked and it doesn't now." He'd calmed slightly, though he shook her slightly. "If you do not, then tell me, why does my piece resonat—"
Wait. It wasn't resonating. Horrified, Ganondorf grasped his hand with his other—though the three triangles were there, they did not burn as they had with all others like her. Tongues of fire snaked through his veins, fueled by his rage. "My—the Triforce…centuries spent waiting—Zelda!" He grabbed her hand, much to her displeasure, and held it against his own. Nothing. No electric reaction, no glow, no surge of golden light. She truly didn't have it.
"I told you," she said, ripping her arm away. "I don't have it. It chose Daphnes."
"You…you are the Princess of Destiny…Zelda…how can this be?!"
She scowled and sat down. Goddesses, today would never get better, would it? "I'm sorry," she sneered, then continued waspishly, "but your princess is in another castle."
The older man turned away as the skies darkened, a manifestation of his hatred. "You…" he began, voice ominous. "You will hang for this."
Zelda merely smoothed her dress, snapped her fan shut. "Do it. You couldn't make this day worse if you tried."
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A/N: *SHOT FOR USE OF STUPID MEME*