I may have serious psychological issues. Be warned.
Morgan gasped as Girahim's sword slid between her ribs. She didn't know which was more painful, he wounds Girahim inflicted or the magic he used to heal her and keep her from bleeding all the way to 'death', or, in her case, a coma. She gazed at the armor Girahim had removed after he realized his sword couldn't penetrate it. Dragon scale and Moonlight silver. Good old dragon scale and… oh God, I'm delirious, Morgan realized, snapping out of it, just in time for Girahim to stab her again. She screamed, tears running down her face.
"I bet you wish you were back in the tower with me now, don't you princess?" Dark Link commented. Morgan didn't answer. She hung limply from her chains.
"Open the box," Girahim said, "and I will let you rest." He held the silver box in front of her nose. She remembered specifically the creature she had trapped in there. If Girahim got that power, not just Hyrule would be doomed.
"Take that fucking box and shove it up your ass." She coughed. Girahim snarled and stabbed her again.
"Stop that!" Link yelled, straining at his chains.
"The Hero is awake," chuckled Girahim, twisting his sword, enjoying Morgan's screams, "How does it feel being powerless to save a pretty girl?"
Girahim gasped as if he remembered something, his eyes filling with malice. He withdrew his sword and put his hand over Morgan's wounds, using dark magic to heal them. Morgan cried out quietly.
"Ah, mortals." Girahim laughed at Link, "Cursed to age and die." He laughed insanely, "But what of us immortals, Queen? Ah yes, we are cursed also." Morgan knew where this was going.
"We are. Your kind is cursed with madness." She said in a rough whisper.
"Such a wonderful curse it is!" Girahim exclaimed, spreading out his arms, "But what of you, my lovely Queen? Surely you have a painful curse!"
Morgan said something in Draconic, which basically translates to "Fuck you."
Girahim didn't understand the dragon language, but he got the gist. He answered his own question.
"Behold! The curse of the Silver Queen and her people! To love… but to not be loved back!" Girahim laughed. "Pathetic! No wonder you spend so much time with humans!"
"It's 'to love but have that love be unattainable'. Get it right, if you're going to mock me with it." Morgan said tiredly. "I am tired of my enemies thinking that it is a good mental game. I learn to live with my curse. I do not allow it to effect me." Girahim smiled like a shark. He kneeled in front of Morgan and took her face in his hands.
"I would like to continue this game, if you don't mind." He chuckled. Morgan just had time to think 'not again' before Girahim invaded her mind.
She only saw flashes of memories. Faces, mostly, and names. Girahim paused on one.
"I see," Girahim whispered to her, "the wording is important. This boy… Vath… Killed beside you in battle, how fitting!" He wasn't done yet, though. Not until he found something that made him lose it laughing.
He pulled himself out of her mind. She stared at her a while, then glanced at Link.
"Really?" Girahim laughed, "That must truly be painful! Deliciously, wonderfully, beautifully painful!"
Morgan met Link's eyes across the room. Link had never thought she was old. She looked fifteen, seventeen, somewhere in that range. But at this moment her eyes held so much experience, wisdom and pain. She seemed hundreds, maybe thousands of year old in this moment.
"I learn to live with my curse." She whispered. Link got the feeling she wasn't only talking to Girahim.
Morgan's scream rent the air as Girahim stabbed her. The air once again was filled with the smell of blood.
God, I'm diabolical.