Well…. The app where I was storing the entire story has now crashed on me and no matter what I do, it doesn't load the thing. It can only load the other, outdated parts… Lucky for me, I hadn't written much from the new chapter, but that would have definitely killed my opportunities for updating if it hadn't been the case… I couldn't make another backup and that was the last thing I had.

Oh well, moving on.

It had always been a daily thing for him, nothing about this situation struck him as weird. Not the yelling, not the blood, not the speed and insanity of things. He had spent years preparing, years knowing of what would become of him. He knew, and everybody around him knew. This moment was nothing more than a line he was waiting for time to bring it to him.

And yet, with all his years of waiting, of knowing what was going to happen, it still hurt him.

Link had lost too many people in his life, and had seen nearly all of them die. He knew this, he knew this was all going to end this way.

So, why did it pain him?

Because it was his life first. He was the one to die first, not them. He was to die protecting them. Unlike him, Tabitha and Thea had important plans to continue. They needed to live, to go on without him. Sure, they would also soon die, but he was to die before them.

That was the plan. Or, that was his plan.

Why- How had all of this gone so wrong? How had Thea been shot so easily? How had Agitha decided to take revenge? How had he jumped in behind her to try and protect her?

How did she manage to stab the King?

Nothing made sense, and nothing had time to make sense. No matter what he had thought and planned and wished, there lay the man, bleeding and dying, showing as much shock, regret and fear as the blond woman slowly plunged the knife deeper into his throat, and as she twisted it for good measure, she received equal punishment.

Link screamed, but he was the only one who could hear himself. His screams ran internal, and he had frozen in place, allowing whatever few people were left in the room to do with as they pleased, and he could even feel the cold metal about to pierce his skin, when a scream froze everyone in place.

Zelda stood alone, next to the remains of both her father and Agitha, staring intently at the scene. She didn't blink, nor bother moving away or towards anything. She didn't even seem to be looking directly at the bodies, but through them.

"Take him away to the dungeons" came a simple order, and as the alien voice rang through the hall, the men scrambled to grab Link and subdue him, throwing him on the floor where he could get ample view of a pair of clean-looking boots, which didn't hesitate on giving him a generous kick to the stomach, sending pain coursing through his body. Link coughed involuntarily, and was made to look at his attacker by a boot lift of his chin.

Well, in hindsight, he should have killed him when he had the chance.

Salvador moved toward Zelda, a sickly pained expression obvious in his face. As to who he was trying to fool, it was uncertain, for Zelda was not currently on the same universe as everyone else.

Whatever word he offered to the princess where left unheard as she continued to gaze at the bodies. She only felt some hands grab her arms and move her away, despite her silent protests not to.

It was only until she reached her room, that she had finally screamed.

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The cells were empty, given that the King had quite the reputation for rarely keeping hostages. Not that he had needed to keep many, if not any hostages at all during his reign, but when the man had been cross, his reputation shined through. However, as per courtesy or maybe as a pretense. Whatever the reasons, the cells were there and they housed now the very tired, and very hurt Link.

It wasn't comfortable by any means, but he didn't need to be comfortable. It didn't matter anymore. Their plans were broken and two of his teammates were dead. He didn't even want to think as to what would happen to their bodies. No matter what, he always wanted to give his family a proper burial. Maybe, just maybe, they could rest in peace that way.

It wasn't long before someone came visiting his cell. He was in no way expecting food or drink or even a decent acknowledgement. He was waiting for the time when they would either torture him for information, play with him out of some sick desire to kill a person as slowly as possible, or to take him to his execution.

The last one hurt more than the other two options. There was only one person manning the throne now, and the one in the throne was the one to call for these executions. It didn't matter what kind of execution he would receive. If he was to be executed, it was because she would order it.

He didn't know why he feared this option. Well, of course he was going to kill the King, that was his intent all along. His relationship- or rather, his sexual events with the princess were not going to and did not stop this resolution whatsoever. The man was getting what was coming to him. But he couldn't lie to himself by saying that he didn't feel like shit for doing it. Especially after meeting the princess.

This had been fairly clear to him the moment he was assigned to care for her. Hell, the moment he kidnapped her was a more accurate starting point. He knew he was going to regret it, and he knew his decisions were going to screw him over. He just believed his death would come sooner than his regrets could catch up to him.

But if the princess wants his head, then so be it. Maybe, just maybe, killing the King under these circumstances would have still made a difference.

The footsteps came closer as he quietly awaited his fate. Judging by the sound of the steps, he figured at least three people were coming for him. Something inside him felt a bit insulted. He would have expected more people to come apprehend the extremely violent individual.

But it all became clear after he showed up…

Salvador said naught a word to him, as both men glared at each other through the cell's bars. It was only after a few very tense minutes, that Salvador spoke up.

"Open the cell" he commanded, and as per the command, the cell was opened. Link was tied up neatly to the wall, both hands tied behind his back, both legs tied together and also tied to the wall behind him, making it hard to get up- not that he bothered- his arms were also closely tied to the wall, and the chains felt both heavy, and hard to move around in.

As for his neck? Also tied to the wall. Well, maybe the reason why not so many people came was because they thought that, surely, all these things would keep him in place?

It was still insulting.

The man took calm, quiet steps into the cell, never breaking his gaze as he both literally and figuratively looked down at the man in front of him. His glare turned colder and more menacing as whatever thoughts he had on his head swam around his mind.

"I never liked the way you glared at me" he stated, spitting venom with every word. Link didn't bother answering, only giving him the glare that he so loathed.

And he saw it coming, but it was both too fast and, well, he was too immobilized to defend himself in the first place. He could only scream in agony as the knife plunged itself into his right eye, forever ruining his vision. Salvador lifted the knife in a hateful swing, scarring also skin and eyebrow as he did.

"There, I fixed it" Salvador said, both mockingly and bitterly as he turned away from the screams and exited the cell, leaving Link to writhe in pain.

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It had been only a few days since the King had been murdered and people were in a panic, wondering what was truly happening. There were little to no sign of Gerudo women anywhere, and no one had given an official statement of anything yet. They had only announced the death of the King and had yet to reveal that the princess had returned.

It was an understatement, to say that Salvador had an easy job.

No, in fact, he had to plan everything accordingly. The princess had been locked in her room with that little Gerudo slave, barely opening the door for anyone but her. She hadn't spoken a word since the incident and was not communicating with anyone other than the girl. She seemed catatonic even, barely responding to people around her.

This just made his job all the harder to manage. He thought that this event would bring tears to her eyes and she would need consoling and she would turn resentful towards the Gerudo, but as of now, she had shown no signs of doing anything. She barely registered as a human anymore.

Not that he complained. He had manned the throne since that night and there had been no one to say otherwise. The servants and guards needed someone to command them and they had not questioned his take over when the princess hadn't issued a complaint or stopped him in any way.

He had even taken the liberty to man the throne, something that he had found out he enjoyed.

"What shall we do with him?" asked a man, as Salvador positioned himself on the throne.

"I want to have my fun. He had been pissing me off as of late" he stated simply, "I doubt he would reveal any information, but that is of little importance right now. The two leaders of this little 'revolution' are dead and he will be set as an example after I've had my fun. We can execute him in front of millions and make the Gerudos be responsible for the death of the King, not that that is hard to do anyways" he mocked, taking a sip of a glass of wine that he held loosely in his right hand.

He was close to enjoying himself a bit more when the doors burst open. A woman stood, demanding authority as she calmly walked inside of the room, followed closely by her servant.

Salvador immediately straightened "Your High-"

"Leave" stated Zelda simply. Staring through him and straight to the throne.

"Your are-"

"Leave" she said darkly as her steps resumed, determined and strong. Salvador got up from the throne and moved away to see her seated. He felt tempted to say something else, charm her in a way or speak about anything that could get his hand closer to the throne itself, but the princess did not look like herself anymore. She was stiff, cold, serious. She was almost inhuman, and Salvador needed to play his cards well if he was going to get away with it.

"Of course" he muttered and walked outside of the throne room.

After a good few minutes, Zelda turned coldly to a guard "If he sits here again, kill him" she stated simply and stood up, leaving the guard dumbfounded and unsure of why the princess had spoken such cold orders. He muttered a comply and looked to his colleagues, who all just stared at her in both amazement and slight fear.

No one said a word as the princess moved out of the throne room and left her servant by the throne; but as she moved towards the cell entrance, a guard risked his tongue "Your Highness, do you want to see the prisoner?"

"Alone" was the only word she stated, leaving no room for argument, and as the guards made an attempt to object, she turned, shooting them a cold glare. Nevertheless, the guards tried to stop her once more as she attempted to move again.

"Your Highness, we cannot allow you to go alone, your father-"

"If he had wanted to kill me, he would have done so already. Leave. Me. Alone" she stated with authority. The guards straightened and bowed to her, too afraid to say anything more.

The cells echoed the noise of her lone footsteps as she walked slowly, trying to find where he had been stored, and it took her a few good minutes to find him under all the darkness, and the air got caught in her throat as she saw the state that he was in.

It was perfectly clear that his eye had been bleeding profusely for a while, as the blood had trailed down his face and towards his clothes, finally landing on the floor in what was now a dry puddle. He had been beaten either before, during or after he was taken to the cell, or, all three in different time periods. He had been clearly left unfed and he was tied up like some kind of meat, immobilizing him everywhere that he could be tied up and he looked tired and in pain.

Zelda stood in front of him, detailing every physical aspect of his present status and it only truly registered on her the horrid status of his eye when he finally lifted his face towards her, letting some light shine into his features. Zelda's expression of shock and anger did not subside, even after she noticed Link's own regrets flash in his own expression.

They did not speak for a bit, letting an uncomfortable silence settle between them. Despite his regret, he had not broken his gaze away from her. He needed to face her and face whatever she needed to do to him.

Zelda opened the door to the cell and stepped inside, only barely stepping inside of the cell. Another uncomfortable moment of silence passed and Link couldn't take it anymore, finally buckling under his guilt and looking down. Only then, did he hear her.

Her steps, though slow and cautious, manage to take her closer to him, until she was standing right in front of him. Still then, Link refused to look up at her and stayed on his unmoving position facing the floor. His face nearly flinched when her hand made slight contact with his cheek, forcing him to look up at her. He would have denied, or even voiced his objection to their contact, if it wasn't for the unreadable expression on her face as she studied his, now possibly infected eye.

It had been left mistreated, just like the rest of him had been, and any possibility of recovering the eye had been long gone. He was never going to see out of his eye again. Zelda made a move to touch his eye but stopped, her hand still lingering on his cheek.

She voiced no question, no worries, she just stared at it, barely moving from her kneeling position. Link took this opportunity to study her. She was wearing nothing but black, her hair had been neatly braided around her head, letting the rest of it fall neatly down her back. Her dress had no decorations, matching the gloves in her hands, and her face lacked the brightness that her skin had given here. She looked as if she hadn't left her room or let any light into it for days.

Nevertheless, she looked the part of royalty. Her childish ways were nowhere to be seen, which was reasonable to him. He didn't know what to think about her new behavior and appearance. He didn't know what to think about her presence here. He just wanted whatever punishment she would inflict on him to start already. This uncertainty was worse than facing her understandable anger head on.

He focused back on her as her thumb moved slightly around his jaw. She still looked unreadable, but her anger was a bit more visible now than before. She removed her hand from him quickly and it was then when Link flinched and closed his eyes, a cowardly reaction as he waited for her to finally instill her anger on him.

He felt the chains on his body start to loosen, the one on his neck left him and his legs were finally free from each other and from the wall, but his hands remained tied to his back, and he felt Zelda hesitate, her anger more visible now. This was way too confusing for him and it was making his fear brew inside of him. Why didn't she just get it over it? Slap him, cut him, hit him, kick him, anything!

He felt her weight suddenly on him as she straddled him. He looked up and saw her fixing her dress around him. She looked angry, angrier than he had seen her before. Her hands reached either side of his face and at this point he was done wondering what she wanted out of him. He just wanted whatever it was to just happen already, though it did confuse him to see her straddling him like that. It certainly wasn't helping his situation.

She made him look up at her and he did. She had started to breathe harder now as she tried to control this sudden urge of anger that had taken over her. His next action just added to his shame as he looked down at her breasts, which were lifted by the black corset of the dress and were closer to him than he wished them to be. This was really not the time to be thinking about this.

She forced his view back up and before he registered what was happening, her lips made a forceful contact with his. His brain shut down, unable to take on the incredibly and increasingly confusing things that were happening to him right now. Zelda demanded him to react as she pulled on his shirt and he complied, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Zelda returned the favor and began to pull his shirt open as she did, managing with little effort to open it as her anger aided her strength.

He felt her hands on him and tried to move his arms towards her but heard the familiar sound of the chain restrain him from moving. He felt Zelda bite his lip as her body curved away from him and soon enough, he felt warm skin pressed against his own colder one as her breasts pressed against him.

Zelda's hands returned to his jaw, tracing it back to his hair where she pulled as she demanded roughness from him. She wanted him to be more aggressive and, as confusing and wrong as this all was and as tired and malnourished as he was, he couldn't say no.

He didn't even bother voicing a concern. Nothing so far made sense. Nothing was right with the world, so if the angered princess wanted her way with him before beheading him or if she was doing this to betray him and then stabbed him as this went on then fine. At least something was happening now.

He felt her hands on the rim of his pants and she parted from him, a lustful yet angry look in her eyes as she undid his pants. As a last attempt he tried to stop her from whatever this was but the look in her eyes shut him up. Zelda finally undid and moved the clothes from his midsection and positioned herself properly on top of him. It was shameful to admit that all her actions had managed to arouse him, something that had apparently pleased her as she sat on top of him, moving slowly forwards and backwards and making him feel both incredibly ashamed and hard.

Zelda moved sensually slow on top of him, making him see her body curve as her hips pressed against him in her movements. His breathing started to quicken, and he couldn't help but rattle his chains trying to move his arms forward. They didn't budge and therefore neither did he, letting a moan escape from him as her own hands roamed around her body, slowly traveling around her breasts and moving down to her belly and her legs, where she placed them under her and right where he was. He felt her touch him and another moan escaped him as she lifted his member up and positioned herself on top. His good eye widened, was this really happening?

He watched as she slowly slid down, a moan of pure pleasure escaping her as she reached his base. It riled him up even more and his breathing started to quicken, another moan escaping from his attempts to control himself. The chains around him rattled again, laughing at his sorry attempts to free himself. Her hands traveled across his chest and reached his neck, where they linked behind him. Zelda moved her body closer to him as her body lifted up from him and then slowly back down, making them both moan and their breaths quicken.

Link surprised her by taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking on her as she moved. Zelda couldn't help but moan in surprise and excitement as this new feeling barely let her move. She continued tho, moving up and down as Link played with her breasts, licking and sucking as he pleased.

Her movements turned from sensual to rough, as she moved her body against his and clawed at his shoulders, her hips jumping up and down against him and landing as hard as she could, earning her Link's painful and often very unsuccessful attempts to control his moaning. The sound of chains rattling were the only other noise stronger than his moans. He had become desperate to free himself and ravage her but she had denied him, not bothering to release him from his frustration.

Her rough movements ceased and turned teasingly and painfully slow, as she pressed her body to him, weighing her next move. He had become desperate and blind needing to please his animalistic needs with her, and when she stopped moving altogether, he had begun to move against her, much to her pleasure, but it wasn't enough and soon, she lifted herself from him enough to make him leave her body. He voiced no complaint and barely looked at her, thinking that she had gotten what she wanted.

Link was feeling immense frustration as she took him out of her. He had not come and neither had she, but he thought that this was not as frustrating to her as she had made it for him. He could feel her move her hands where his were tied and, soon enough, he felt his hands free as the chains clanged on the ground. He tentatively moved his arms from behind his back and felt her hands on his arms. Moving towards her body. She made him place it on her hips and he looked at her. Her eyes were demanding, they were not finished.

She placed her hands on her neck and chin and licked his lips, pressing her body against him. His hands roamed around her sides and found their way to her ass, where he grabbed it, receiving a pleased yelp from her. Zelda grabbed his member once more, never separating her body from his and as she inserted him back, Link used what little strength he had to lift her hips towards a wall, pressing her against it and taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

He began sucking on it as his body started moving roughly against her. Zelda's moans intensified as her body moved upwards. She could feel his lips on her breasts and the very sensitive feeling of her nipples being sucked and played with. She could feel his rough hands grab her ass hard and keep it steady as he pumped into her. She would almost scream if Link didn't bring her to his level to silence her with his own mouth, leaving her to moan helplessly as he worked in and out of her.

Her feeling started to build up in her and, soon enough, she had reached her limit and clawed viciously at his back as she came, her screams again silenced by his own mouth. Link didn't stop however, making her climax become stronger as he himself continued to move, finally climaxing after her, still deep inside of her.

As he tried to move out of her, Zelda pressed herself against him, forcing him to stay inside and sit down with her still on top of him, his strength completely gone and no longer unable to even stand anymore.

The familiar constricting feeling came back as he felt Zelda tie his hands back to the chains, leaving him immobilized as he had been when this intercourse began.

Link saw her begin to fix her corset back into place and smooth her dress despite him still being inside of her. He could still feel aroused at this and, surprisingly, still feel her tight around his member. If he wasn't about to collapse from all this abuse, he would be able to go again. She was driving him mad.

After their breathing had returned to normal and Zelda was once fully dressed, she moved him out of her and proceeded to place his clothes back on him.

She stood up once more, her grace surprising Link as she did so, given what they had been previously doing. And finally, after all of these strange events, Zelda spoke.

"Tell me why all of this happened"

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Jesus Christ this took forever to think, process and then write. I wanted to make it longer but who here gives two flying ducks about Salvador?

… Is this coming out the same year? If so, kudos to me

See ya.