Alright, so work starts next week. I'll try to get at least one more chapter out before then, and afterwards I'll still be updating, but the time between uploads may take longer. Still, I'll do my best. By my estimation and going by my notes for the outline, this is set to be about 32-35 chapters long. Let's see if I can finish it this year!
Also, by popular request the Villainous smut version is in the works of being revised to be posted on an AO3 account. Any smut done for Devious will be there too.
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Chapter 19:
Zelda didn't fancy dying anytime soon. Nor did she intend to. Especially now that Link had so volubly declared his intentions toward her.
He had finally grasped the subtle cues she'd been dropping for him for what seemed like ages. Every party she wanted him by her side, their private meetings together, slowly getting to know him. Slowly coming to like him and, as she recently realized, to love him. Expressing her interest and hoping for a reaction beyond the platonic in return. He had been oblivious for so long. The more she tried the more she was met with his silent indifference. Expressing nothing for her but abiding friendship. She had thought that there was nothing there he wanted to pursue. But until he said something she'd been determined to keep trying. Either way, she enjoyed her time with him. But now she knew he hadn't been indifferent, simply oblivious. Her poor innocent hero.
And now that his affections were hers, she was determined more than ever to live through this.
The likelihood of which had become infinitely reduced as she stationed herself before the grand flower emblazoned door of the Rose Chamber.
A summons from Lady Crevan. In her own castle, really now. The countess had simmered down over the past few days and had at last condescended to request an audience with Zelda in the only place where men, Link specifically, wouldn't dare venture and interrupt.
Truthfully Zelda didn't care much for the room, finding it misandristic for the lack of a male equivalent. Also for the constant reek of too much potpourri and the conglomeration of varying perfumes. She's hate to be Catawampus right now, nuzzled in her arms and flicking his attention all over the place. If it was overwhelming for her senses, it must be brutal to an animal's.
She inhaled a deep breath and steeled herself.
"Are you alright going in alone," asked Sir Justin, who had accompanied her. For obvious reasons Zelda thought it best that Link stay away this time. Justin indicated to the single blue earring on his right lobe. "I could call for Dame Ashei to go in with you."
Zelda smiled but shook her head. "I don't think any ghost in their right mind would dare go near Lady Crevan. There's no need for concern. I won't be long."
Sir Justin tipped her a respectful nod. "As my queen wishes. If anything happens I'll be right outside."
This was not something Zelda was ready for. Yet Lady Crevan owned a lot of land in Hyrule, which provided them with crops and rare minerals and other assorted economical necessities. She was wealthy and powerful in her own right, plus she was owed respect for her personal service to the country throughout her many long years of life. It was imperative Zelda remained on good terms with the countess, and so she'd have to apologize for Link's rudeness the other day. Although privately she thought it was about time Henrietta Crevan was taken down a notch. She was overbearing and forceful, and at the time had been completely insensitive. Still, she was a too valuable an ally to lose.
Bracing herself, Zelda slipped through the doors. Within she walked down a winding corridor, there to ensure that not even a sliver of the chamber was glimpsed by those outside. At the end of the corridor was the door to the actual chamber. Another moment's hesitation and Zelda entered, Catawampus clutched tightly to her.
She was greeted by the numerous tapestries hanging along the walls, offset by an equal amount of portraits of past queens and important female figures. One such distinct person was of a long ago gerudo warrior, and beneath her painting, seated on the plush cushions of a wing-backed armchair and attending to a glass of wine, was Lady Crevan.
An imperious figure, she sat tall with pride. She gestured at Zelda to approach and Zelda glided silently forward, eyes hooded and resolute. She released Catawampus on the floor and he took off like a dart. Exploring his new surroundings with zeal and rubbing his nose as the scents overwhelmed him. She then claimed a chair opposite to the countess and poured herself some wine into the golden chalice set there for her.
Lady Crevan sniffed eyes trailing after the cat. "I really wish you hadn't brought that animal in here."
Zelda said nothing. Swirling her wine, she took a small sip.
"How are you faring, Lady Crevan?"
The countess arched a brow at her. "Decent, under the circumstances. I expect you've recovered from…" She gestured smoothly with her hand, unwilling to mention the atrocity of Zelda's breakdown.
Zelda replied stiffly. "Of course. I don't think it should happen again."
"Excellent."
"I apologize for my knight's conduct," said Zelda at length. "Link is young and new to the court. He doesn't understand the consequences of his actions."
"No," shot Lady Crevan, lowering her wineglass and banging her cane on the floor. "You are not to apologize on behalf of another. The fault is not your own. That hooligan can say it for himself. Such a reprehensible boy. If he's to remain in the castle I expect him to take lessons on manners and etiquette."
"He has been already," replied Zelda, somewhat annoyed. She watched as Catawampus chased around the pool in the middle of the room, observing the goldfish shrewdly. "He's not usually like that. He's normally very quiet and respectful. He was just stressed at the situation and worried for my health."
"Have you not been listening to anything I say," the older woman snapped. "Don't make excuses for him. He's his own man, he should know how to act like one. But…" she added, reclining against the lush cushion. "It's obvious that he has a profound loyalty to the crown. That's the only consolation to it. Otherwise he's a scoundrel and I don't like him in the castle."
Zelda's eyes flicked sharply to the countess. "I daresay he's anything but a scoundrel."
That Zelda wouldn't abide. It was one thing to expect an apology from Link, justifiable she supposed, Link had been quite harsh, but then so had Lady Crevan. But she was through with allowing people to insult him outright. Perhaps Link was correct in his methods. Maybe Lady Crevan needed more people to stand up to her. Respect went two ways.
The countess responded in a chiding manner. "I daresay he is. It's those like him, weapon flailing vagabonds, self-proclaimed heroes." She scoffed, "They only live for the rewards at the end of their quests. I've seen their type. They feign altruism and provide aid regardless whether or not they're asked for it, and regardless that it is their civic duty. But when everything is over and done with, when the war has been fought and the enemy vanquished, and no compensation for their troubles is given by their war torn newly impoverished country they are the first to turn on you. They all desire the same things. Fame, fortune, titles," she eyed Zelda shrewdly, knowingly, "a royal hand in marriage. Which one is your hero missing, I wonder? What lengths would he go to in order to get what he believes he is entitled to?"
Zelda calmly sipped her wine. "Link, is not like whatever heroes you've encountered." Her shoulders straightened, scrutinizing the countess in a lofty manner. "He did not choose to be the hero, he was born to it. Just as I have been born to my station. He didn't seek wealth or fame, he acquired both by his good deeds and valor. He has made multiple attempts to be rid of his fortune, but I personally refused to allow it, because I believed he deserved it. And still he continues to serve Hyrule, without wanting anything in return. He is far greater than whatever sources you have informed you, and has done more for the country than my entire court."
Ever the dignified aristocrat, Lady Crevan didn't miss a beat. Instead she accused, "no comment on the marriage prospect, I see. The quintessential dream of a war hero. I expect he's demanded for your suit."
"Whether he has or hasn't is inconsequential," replied Zelda. "If that had been his aim from the beginning, he would have demanded such a thing immediately after the defeat of Ganondorf, when the country was at its most vulnerable and his fame at its height."
"A sham, if I ever did saw one," said Lady Crevan. "It's the clever ones who play the long game. Why do you suppose he's returned to the castle? Why does he divert your attention from matters of the state to focus solely on him? He has come to the realisation that his fame is no longer enough. Once a man has a taste for power, he revels in it. Mark me, he's bound to demand for more. And instead of turning on us to conquer Hyrule for his own, he's decided to do so diplomatically. Watch yourself, Zelda. I've seen powerful women fall all for a handsome face and the promise of romance."
Of all the-! Now who was being impertinent?
"I am the one who requests for his presence," Zelda retorted. "I want him here with me. I asked it of him. He remains in the castle because he is working on yet another case. You would do well not to make foolhardy assumptions of him."
The look Lady Crevan gave her contained as much contempt as it did pity for her. "If you say so."
Silence pervaded the air as they allowed for a pause. Zelda finished her goblet of wine and poured herself another. She might have to move on to something stronger if the conversation continued like this. Luckily there was as a cherry wood liquor cabinet in the corner full of destressing alcoholic toxins stocked and ready for consumption. She's have to sneak a bottle or two to her rooms for later. Maybe she could share with Link, and maybe it would drown out the voices in her head.
Eventually Lady Crevan set down her empty glass on the side table. She tapped a long tapered finger on the metal hilt of her cane, vain eyes alit on Zelda. "You're not at all like King Boras was. He was far too dark hearted. He never understood the full benefit of diplomacy. He was one who loved war and triumphing in battle. It seemed it was all he lived for sometimes. Your young knight, Link, is from Ordona province, is he?"
"He is," said Zelda, wary at what more foul connotations she'd associate with him.
Lady Crevan hummed as she pondered. "Oh yes, King Boras was simply disappointed that the ordonians were peace loving and joined with Hyrule with nary a fight. Likely they'd seen what happened to the other villages as a result of being conquered. They were wise, they knew they stood no chance in a war. It was more beneficial for them anyways. As part of Hyrule they were offered protection and no tariffs."
Catawampus came up to her and nuzzled against her leg through her dress. Zelda leaned down to pet him then picked him up and settled him on her lap, secretly relishing the look of displeasure on the countess' face.
"I do not mind that I'm not like him," said Zelda. "Grandfather was a horrid man."
Nodding, Lady Crevan agreed. "That he was." Her gaze drifted and landed on one of the elegant tapestries. "I've seen many battlefields in my time. I've fought so many wars alongside that man. Back then with Gor Ezekiel as his commander, and the gerudo queen at his side, long before the gerudo left to deeper parts of the desert and all contact was lost with them. How tiring it had all become. After seeing so many swords and lances thrust through the flesh of others, it's rather devastating to see any weapon at all."
It was then that Zelda glimpse the true extent of Lady Crevan's age. Gone was the mighty force of a woman and in its place was someone ancient and withered, a living corpse ready to pass on. A split second later and she was returned to her usual poised grace. Her wrinkles less defined, her hair a brighter softer sheen of white. Lady Crevan once again the distinguished countess.
Supported heavily by her cane, she rose to her feet and gathered her shawl about her.
"Enough of this. I shall go to my son now." She offered Zelda a short bow of the head.
Zelda nodded in recognition, still contemplating which bottle of whiskey to smuggle out.
"Has that boy asked for your suit?"
Zelda's eyes narrowed fractionally. Link again?
"He has," she said, keeping Lady Crevan under steady surveillance, gauging her reaction.
As expected, the countess was not pleased by this information and sought to impart her sage and unwanted opinion on the matter. "And have you accepted?"
"Not officially," replied Zelda, making a note to change that as soon as possible. By the end of the masquerade everyone would know of Link's courtship of her.
Lady Crevan scowled. "I assure you, if that man becomes prince consort then you will have lost my support."
Zelda was unmoved. Her hands continued stroking small paths through Catawampus' soft fur, occasionally scratching him behind the ears.
"I assure you, that if it came to a choice between you and the man I love, I will always choose Link."
The countess scrunched her nose in disapproval but didn't dignify that with a response. She met Zelda with a cold hard stare and with all the poise of an ancient figure of her esteem, swept away, striding imperiously from the room.
Zelda waited until she could no longer hear the tapping of the older woman's cane and the light clack of her footsteps before slumping her shoulders in relief.
Taking advantage of her solitude, Zelda reached for the wine and drank straight from the bottle in a very unqueenly fashion.
She didn't know if she could call that a success or not. The elder Crevan would be on speaking terms with her again, which was a distressing notion in itself, and, it appeared, would continue to lend her support until the day came that she and Link married. A day she very much looked forward to. If it ever came. She was thinking too far ahead, perhaps she shouldn't get her hopes up. Any manner of unfortunate occurrences were liable to happen.
Yet, she still dearly hoped…
Zelda was galvanized into a coughing fit as a voice permeated the silence.
"So this is what the venerated Rose Chamber looks like. Tch, not quite what I had expected."
Zelda whirled around and leaped from her chair, shocked to see Link surveying the chamber, taking in the various pieces of art and the unfamiliar structure of the room. Having been crafted by gerudo architects, it didn't at all match the design of the rest of the castle. He stood at the edge of the shallow pool and admired the beautiful mosaic pattern at the bottom.
"W-What are you doing here?" Zelda was scrambling to formulate words. "How did you get past the guards?"
Link aimed her a look of indignation, as if asking 'really?'
Perhaps that hadn't been a well formulated question. She should know better than anyone that Link had a way of getting into places he really shouldn't be.
"Seriously, Link, if anyone finds out you've been here-"
He laughed. "What will they do? Send me off to the gallows? Or maybe they'll give me a slap on the hand and call me a 'bad boy'. Not to worry, I didn't hear a word of your conversation with the old crone."
Catawampus leapt from her arms as she set about crossing them. "It could land you with a month long prison sentence."
His lips quirked in a confident smile. "I trust my queen would intervene if it came to that."
Of all the gall. Mixing her up in his extreme breech of the law. "I'm not your deus ex maxima. I can't just barter you out of every tight situation you land yourself in."
He advanced toward her, and Zelda was vividly reminded of the previous night when he'd prowled up to her in the exact same way. Winsome grin on his face and swirling eyes darkened with emotion. It made her want to take an instinctive step back.
He stepped right up to her and her face flamed at the piercing look he directed at her.
"Then I will have to make certain that I'm not caught."
Damnation, he was devilishly attractive when he was like this.
"I could go to the guards myself," she retorted stubbornly, but Link was already shaking his head.
"No, I don't think you will."
She huffed out a sigh, knowing he was right. A month in the dungeons was a long time without him. "Very well, but you will have to leave the way you came in."
"That's what I planned." He backed away from her, continuing his perusal of the room. "I can't have been the only male to step foot in this room."
She relaxed more as her initial shock passed. It was still odd to see a man standing in the middle of the Rose Chamber. Of all the unfathomable things to happen in her lifetime.
"I wouldn't be surprised," she said, watching with some amusement as he studied every nook and cranny. "Not even the former king, my grandfather, dared enter here. Although perhaps… I'm not too certain, but I believe Ganondorf had during his brief reign. I imagine he like this room. I supposed it reminded him of home."
Link scowled. "That's a pleasant thought. So what was it the Crevan wanted to speak with you about?" He scoffed. "Absurd, sending the queen a summons."
Zelda had thought the same thing.
"Well, she wants you to apologize for your reprehensible conduct towards her."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That will never happen. The heartless hag."
"You shouldn't speak of her like that," she chided, secretly concealing a smile.
Link went on, undeterred. "So about the part where you said you loved me."
She snapped her eyes up at him, narrowed with accusation. "You liar! You were eavesdropping on us."
He shrugged and flashed a gleeful grin. "I couldn't resist hearing Crevan's glowing opinions about me."
"You're incorrigible." She turned away, shaking her head in feigned despair. "Absolutely incorrigible."
On one of the tables a chessboard was laid out with all the pieces in their proper place. She picked one up then absentmindedly made the first move. A hand reached past her and plucked the gold queen from her spot. Link rolled the piece between his fingers before clasping it firmly in a loose fist.
"I want you to know, Zelda, that I'm not like she says," he whispered softly. "I won't take from you anything you're not willing to give. I don't want to play with your feelings. And I don't care that you're the queen. That kiss was-" He ducked and averted his head, and Zelda swore his face was flaming. "It was amazing. I meant that kiss in the most sincere way possible. I mean to court you honourably. I - I care about you too much." Then he added vigorously, "And I refuse to lose you to a stupid curse."
How could Lady Crevan have ever claimed this man to be like any other? True altruism did exist and it was embodied within him.
He was fiddling with the golden queen piece distractedly. Waiting for her response.
Had he been deeply affected by the countess' unfounded accusations? Was that why he refused to initiate touch between them now, after a full week of clandestine yet thrilling displays of affection. Of near perpetual teasing. He must realize that she didn't believe a word uttered by the countess. Really, he was endearing to her.
"You ignorant man," she sighed, placing a dainty hand on his arm. She took the golden queen from him and placed her back down on the board. "I care about you too. I've always cared for you."
The corner of Link's lip twitched humorously, the uncertainty in his eyes absolved. "Speak plainly, please. You said you loved me?"
"Oh? You must have misheard," she teased. "I said I only sort of liked you." She took a step back and made a show of observing him from head to toe, hand perched beneath her chin in contemplation, brow arched. "I suppose you'll have to do. There are worse men out there."
Link's grin broadened. "Worse like your dashing Geraude."
Zelda made a face at his suggestion and Link laughed.
"When did you become so bold, Sir Knight? First you lash out at Lady Crevan, an esteemed member of my court, and now with your daring flirtations with the queen? I've been trying for ages to get a reaction from you, but never have you ever answered to any of my methods. I was beginning to doubt myself."
"Ah," said Link, no doubt recalling every moment alone with her, their closeness, and the outright favouritism she showed only to him. She hadn't just been getting to know him and enjoying their time spent together. She'd been subtly flirting with him. And he hadn't gotten the memo. "I've always thought cynically, but only recently have I come to speak my mind aloud. Is that alright? If you ask it of me I can be a gentleman."
"I'd like for you to act how you wish," she said gently. "Within reason, of course."
"As I wish, is it?" His brow raised, and, was that a predatory gleam in his eyes? "I would very much wish to kiss you again."
Her eyes met his in a daring display. "That would be within reason."
He swept up to her and she waited with bated breath as he leaned in close, lips hovering less than an inch away. Zelda rose on her toes to fill the gap. Their kiss was chaste, but better than anything she had ever felt before. And oh, how deliciously illicit it was to be kissing him here in the Rose Chamber, where men dare not venture. The ladies of the court would riot with disapproval at their unforgiveable transgression, the sanctity of the room polluted, while Lady Crevan would have him lashed within an inch of his life. Anne would be the only one to understand, and she'd be unbelievably jealous of her.
Zelda no longer cared. She was queen. This was her house, not a chapel, and she'd do whatever she wanted in it.
A bone-chilling shriek pierced right in her ear and Zelda jerked her away, clasping her hands to either side of her head. She staggered back a few steps and Link reached out to steady her.
"What's wrong? It wasn't that bad, was it?" he asked jokingly, but beneath it his words were tinged with worry.
Zelda braced against him the cries and shrieks rising in volume, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His voice was a faint murmur through a thick fog of noise.
After a while the voices abated and the ringing stopped. She pulled her hands away, wracked with tremors. No blood this time.
"Zelda?"
She looked up at him, his eyes swirling with concern, and gave a meek smile.
"It appears that although the ghost child cannot interfere during the day, he has no qualms with utilizing his minions. The voices were throwing a tantrum in my head."
Link clenched his jaw and release a growl. "This better not become a recurring issue."
Zelda dearly hoped not. But it appeared that the curse was out to prevent her from grasping at any measure of happiness for herself.
She sighed in silent despair, clasping her hands together to stop their shaking. "Perhaps its best we do not engage in any intimacy at this time. Not until the curse is broken."
He didn't look at all happy about it, but stiffly nodded anyway. "Next thing you know they'll be hissing at you anytime we stand close, or look at each other. Bloody corpses, can't simply stay dead and leave the living to themselves."
He grumbled on and despite the circumstance, Zelda fought a smile.
How unfortunate it all was.
"Oi, Link!"
His shoulders abruptly stiffened and he cast a supplicating glance at her.
"It's the partner in crime," he informed her, before tapping his earring. "Ashei, yeah?"
"I told you not to mock me, yeah. Anyways. Impaz has that locator thing'mabob ready for us. She wants us to meet in Zelda's study, sharpish."
His tone was serious as he replied. "I'll be there."
"Where are you anyway, yeah?"
Link looked at her sidelong and Zelda smirked.
"With Zelda."
"Zelda is at the Rose Chamber with Sir Justin. You know what, never mind. Just come, and bring the queen with you."
"Yes ma'am," Link resounded, offering a wink to Zelda. "Quick's the word and sharp's the action."
"Just get over here. And you still need to clue everyone else in on your masterful plan."
"Yes ma'am," Link reiterated and tapped his earring again to deactivate it. "Seems we're needed."
Right then a clamoring of voices arose from beyond the door, growing more numerous by the second. Now that Lady Crevan had gone it seemed the rest of the ladies of court were eager to occupy the chamber.
Zelda watched as Link's ears flickered and he froze in place.
"Leave the way you entered, Link, or tis the dungeons for you," she warned with affection.
He laughed and turned, prepared to leave, then hesitated. Zelda anxiously glanced from the door to him.
"Link, they'll be here at any moment," she urged.
He pivoted back around and bounded for her, grasping her hands. "I know its short notice, but would you attend the masquerade with me?"
Zelda blinked at the unexpected offer. She wasn't used to being asked by him. She'd always been the one doing the asking.
His eyes were bright and pleading and it dashed her heart to have to refuse him.
"I'm sorry, Link. As it's a celebration for one of the Goddesses I'm not supposed to have an escort."
She knew he'd been to a few feast days before now, but it had never seemed to bother him when she hadn't asked him to attend with her those times. He must simply not have known.
"However," she continued. Seeing his face so crestfallen was positively unbearable. "After the ritual is over and the celebration commences you may have as many dances with me as you'd like. Now go. We'll meet up in the hall."
His face brightened at that and he cheerfully sketched a bow. "As my queen demands."
Aiming an arm high at one of the open windowpanes above them, he let loose his clawshot and whipped away.
Zelda's hair was ruffled in the wake of his departure. She patted it down and fixed the circlet upon her head. Honestly, sometimes she hated that contraption.
Now to navigate the rush of women waiting to enter the room.
Swiftly she downed one last half glass of wine then stepped lively to the door. Beyond it, women of all ages clustered in groups and circles along the hallway.
"At last," said Eleanor. "I had thought we'd be out here for ages. Quite audacious of you, your majesty. Monopolizing the entire chamber for yourself."
Zelda laughed at the light-hearted chastising. "By Lady Crevan's decree, I assure you. It might as well belong to her."
"La, do not speak of that woman." Eleanor pressed the back of her hand against her brow. "She's been positively manic the last few days. Whenever she enters a room everyone else rushes to flee it."
Understandable. Although if made her feel bad to feel that way about the countess.
"Will you be up for a game of hazard? Lorraine is on a winning streak. I never knew a Zora to have such good fortune. We hope to break it with your impeccable luck."
"Alas, I am occupied today."
Eleanor didn't look at all put out as she nodded. "Very well, I suppose there's always next time. Be sure not to overwork yourself."
"I will try not to," Zelda responded then bid her and the other women adieu.
Out in the main corridor she found her path once again obstructed by a woman of title.
Black hair and violet eyes greeted her as Sybil swooped down and graced her with affectionate cheek kisses. Zelda basked in the presence of her friend and accepted the foreign greeting.
"Nice to see that you're still alive and kicking after your audience with Lady Crevan."
"Just barely," responded Zelda, earning a small smirk from Sybil.
"Have you had your tea yet today?" she asked.
"You brought it up for me yourself," said Zelda, laughing.
Sybil flicked her gaze over Zelda's features. "You look so pale. We've been worried about you."
If it were her choice she'd tell them all. Sybil and Anne deserved to know what was going on, but again, she could never risk them like that.
"I'm fine," she replied instead. "It's just something I'm working on. It'll be finished soon."
She felt guilty for the neglect of her friends. She'd seen them earlier that week, but it hadn't been enough and she missed them dearly.
Sybil gave her a long look before muttering a reply. "I believe you. You'd tell me if anything's wrong, right?"
She thought of Desra, of what information she must have accidentally come upon regarding the curse.
"Of course," she lied. "You and Anne would be the first to know."
Sybil nodded, dark locks swaying about her face in feathery fronds. "As it should be." She inched closer to whisper in Zelda's ear. "But perhaps let us not mention anything to Anne. She tends to worry excessively over everything. And after hearing what happened to Desra I'd hate to see her so upset again. Anyways, Anne is waiting outside for us. She wants to know if you're interested in playing at archery today."
Zelda's eyes became guilt hewn. "I'm sorry. Perhaps another time. I am needed elsewhere at the moment."
Sybil's gaze narrowed and she let out a little scoff. "With your knight and those other demagogues he associates with, I suppose."
Zelda sighed. "Sybil-"
She was all at once enfolded by two slender arms. "Do not fret. I'm not mad at you." She pulled back, hand cupping Zelda's right cheek. "But I do wish you'd see us more often like you used to. It'll be just Anne and me today then. I hope she won't be too disappointed."
"You're laying it on thick, are you," muttered Zelda.
Sybil laughed, the tenor of her voice offering a sonorous ring. She kissed Zelda on her forehead this time and drew back, holding the smaller girl at arm length.
"Some other time then," sang Sybil. "Her majesty is ever the industrious queen."
Her fingers trailed along Zelda's arm as she pulled away, gliding down the corridor on the way to the archery grounds in search of Anne.
Zelda felt besieged by feelings of longing as she turned and made her way across the castle to her study.
She would have loved to join them. Archery was a skill that she excelled at, nobody was her equal, not even Link, she was a touch proud to say. Fair enough, because he was better at everything else combat and strategy wise. It was her fondest pastime. She'd spend hours upon hours practicing as a child and young adult. No one had dared disturb her when she had a target in sight and an arrow notched.
Later. Once all this was over and life could return to normal. Then she'd spend a whole week with Sybil and Anne if they wanted. They could go to her summer palace by the ocean in Hytopia. Link could come too. And the rest of their group. They'd all deserve a vacation at that point.
Someone sidled up to her then, falling into step easily beside her.
Zelda felt her heart leap. "It appears I can't go five seconds without being accosted by someone."
Link flashed her a wry smile and tipped his head at Sir Justin, who was keeping pace behind them.
"Justin," he greeted.
"Sir Link," Justin nodded in return.
Link directed his undivided attention back to her. "I don't suppose you're heading the same way I am?" he asked with a clever grin.
Zelda rolled her eyes. "I believe so."
"Fancy that."
They conversed about simple things as they walked, with the occasional input from Justin whenever Link asked for his opinion on something. And in minutes they were at her study.
Zelda's first instinct was to ring for tea, but decided against it. She didn't think it was an appropriate time to. Instead she sat at her desk, going through a few forms while they waited for everyone to arrive – much to Link's consternation - , while Link and Justin joined Shad and Ashei who were already present seated around the table. Lord Raleigh stood from his wing-backed chair and marched over to offer assistance as Zelda worked. Auru, they learned, was at Telma's and would not be joining them this time. They'd have to fill him in later.
After a little while Impaz finally arrived, escorted by Sir Hadrian.
"Such a kind gentleman," Impaz praised as Hadrian held open the door for her, his chest puffed out proudly even as he shied at the compliment.
"Is that the item?" asked Shad, standing up and peering curiously at a hidden object Impaz was holding. "The one that will help us find the source?"
"Indeed," said Impaz.
She clutched the item with both hands. It was covered by a blue cloth folded over three times, larger than a book but smaller than a guard's helmet. Impaz bore it over to the table then turned back toward Hadrian.
"Would you be so kind? People these days are much taller than they used to be. They make their tables too high up."
That was the most offhanded way of denying she'd shrunk over the years, thought Zelda amused. She set her current task aside and came over to observe, followed by an irate Raleigh. Link stepped up beside her and purposefully brushed her hand. Zelda caught his arm and held onto it.
"Well, what is it?" asked Ashei.
Hadrian helped Impaz up onto the chair and made sure she was settled before letting go.
"Thank you kindly," said Impaz, as she set the item carefully on the table. "Gather round now." She waved her hand at them, herding them toward her. "It took me a few tries, but I finally managed it." She chuckled triumphantly to herself. "Behold."
She unveiled the item.
Zelda had anticipated some ancient relic, something of great value and full of magic. Rather what greeted them was an old pewter oil lantern with eight glass faces. It was rusted at the handle, the faces fogged in the corners emitting only a glowing blue from the center of the panes. A burning ice blue flame flickering within.
The others appeared just as confused as her, all but Link, whose eyes gleamed at the sight.
"A ghost lamp," he informed them.
"A what?" said Raleigh, unfamiliar with the term.
Impaz shot Link an approving look. "Right you are. But a special type. This one contains the soul of one of the ghosts used to fuel the hex. And unlike the ones chained in servitude from the invasion, this one I trapped specifically because it was killed recently and most certainly done at the focal point. All ghosts are naturally drawn to their place of death, thus this is how you shall find it. Follow the direction of the flame and you shall find the focal point."
The blue flame currently was pressing against the face of the lantern facing southeast. Toward the eastern margins of Faron woods.
"Zelda?" Link uttered silently.
She peered up at him and he motioned down to his arm where her fingers were digging into his bicep. Instantly she release him.
"I'm so sorry."
He shrugged indifferently. Zelda flushed and tuned back to the conversation unfolding between Shad and Impaz, but not before Link took hold of her hand and squeezed.
"A marvelous device," Shad praised, bending over the wooden surface of the table and adjusting his glasses to study it properly. "You really must tell me the process of trapping a soul."
"Out to catch a few souls of your own, eh?" Ashei teased, shoving his shoulder.
Shad nearly toppled over then righted himself, fixing his bifocals and straightening his collar. "Certainly not. Everything I research is purely for academic purposes and to satisfy my personal curiosity."
"Tell me about that," said Impaz, leaning forward. "What have you discovered in your research? You've been in and out of the library more times this week than I can count."
Shad lit up at the request, his expression livened. He removed his glasses to buff them with his sleeve and cleared his throat. "Only the most fascinating array of curses known to mankind. But surely not as bountiful as the Sheikah collection, I wager. Still I've never read anything so dark and grim in all my life. Death curses, resurrection, and corruption by dark matter. Trapping spirits it seems is a common practice for the Sheikah and also used as a curse. One can say they specialize in it. The ancient sages were too known to seal away their enemies if they were too powerful to kill off. Many foul spirits have been sealed around Hyrule and left to haunt certain locations. Why, Link here has had a personal encounter with one in the Arbiter's Ground."
"I have?" Link bit his lip and made a pondering face, trying to remember.
"How can you not recall something like that?" asked Hadrian in disbelief.
Link sent the other knight a sour look.
Shad nodded eagerly. "Oh yes, the Death Sword and its phantom wielder. It had been bound by the ancient sages who placed powerful sutras on the ropes that constrained it. You recall? You told me about it before they started exorcising the grounds."
"Ah, right. That guy." Link was lost in his memories. "He was a fun one."
She didn't know how he could remember it fondly. Zelda knew she would have not lasted more than a minute in that place. Poes, phantoms, ghosts, she couldn't stand any of them.
"Outside of Hyrule there was the curse of Ikana." Shad whistled lowly. "That is one I'm glad has been long rectified. Like Hyrule it too possessed a bloody history of war and suffering before the entire nation was cursed to become a land of the undead. Many foul sorcerers and sorceresses originated from there."
"Who even thinks of these things, yeah?" muttered Ashei, reclining in her chair and crossing her arms. "Cursing an entire nation to become undead." She tch'ed in foul temper.
"Someone truly detestable, I imagine," Shad went on, filled with enthusiasm, "Lastly are simple envoys from the Dark Realm. Demons. The servants of a demon king whose name has been long forgotten. Once in a while they are summoned into this world by their mortal allies, corrupted men and women, and wreak havoc in order to revive their king. General Onyx was one such demon lord who had burdened the land of Holodrum. Thankfully he too has been vanquished. More are scattered throughout history, and all of them would be capable of casting a curse such as this one."
The very idea was a dreadful one. Could it be a demon lord they were facing? It was an easier thought to swallow though. She'd rather the source be a demon than knowing that a mortal was capable of such wholesale slaughter just to kill her.
"I don't know about you lot," said Ashei, frowning. "But I don't fancy facing a demon."
"Then let's hope it's not that," said Hadrian, although from the tenacious resoluteness of his features Zelda could tell that demon or not he was prepared to fight anyways.
"How does one even kill a demon?" asked Justin, looking to Impaz. "Would these special daggers have any effect on them?"
"It might have some effect," replied Impaz, twining her hands together. "Anyone can kill a demon, providing they're not killed first. The most effective weapons would be light magic to bind." She gave an overt glance at Zelda. "And a blade blessed by the Goddesses to destroy." She looked toward Link.
Zelda felt her heart sink. She had never felt so utterly useless. If only that blasted curse had not the means to block her magic channels. She'd be of no help to them.
But Link, however…
She caught him and Ashei sharing a look of mutual understanding.
"And that leads us to the planning part of this meeting," announced Ashei, fiddling with a throwing knife. "Link and I are leaving, yeah. We'll be off right after the masquerade."
"What?" shot Zelda, slight panic lacing her tone.
"Good," pronounced Raleigh, who had listened silently until now. "The sooner we apprehend and bring the hexer to justice the better."
Zelda gazed imploringly at Link.
He was leaving her? Alone in the castle to face those things by herself for an indeterminate amount of time until they completed their quest?
Impaz coughed, garnering their attention. "I believe it would be best if Zelda goes with you."
"Why?!"
"Absolutely not!"
"Surely her majesty should remain at the castle!"
"It's far too dangerous."
Zelda gazed at each in turn, their vehement protesting going over her head. Leave the castle and journey with them? Beyond the protective barrier of the wards, and the reassuring presence of multitude of courtiers, servants and soldiers?
And yet… Why not. She was doing no good here. And she was not useful simply for her magic. Neither Link nor Ashei possessed magical capabilities. Out in the wilderness she'd be exposed and vulnerable to the phantoms more than ever. But it would be worth it to end it all for good.
The more she thought about it the more appeal the idea held.
"Shouldn't Zelda stay here while we're gone," said Link. "If she remains in her rooms, within the boundaries of the wards, she'll be safe until we get back." He jerked his head at the two knights beside him. "Sirs Justin and Hadrian will be here to guard her."
Link startled suddenly as this time Zelda purposefully dug her nails into the skin of the back of his hand.
"Locking me up in my rooms will only make me go mad that much faster," she hissed.
Before either Link or Raleigh could argue, Impaz interjected, "She is right. Hiding her away will be of no use. Plus, the phantoms are gaining in strength. Soon not even my wards will stop them. She'll need everyone available to protect her."
Hadrian gave an awkward cough, having deduced the hidden meaning she was implying. "Everyone?"
Impaz nodded. "Correct. You all must go to find the source."
"What, Shad and Lord Raleigh too?" asked Ashei, looking doubtful.
"This is ridiculous," spat Raleigh. "I most certainly will not be going anywhere. And neither will Zelda. Zelda will stay here in the castle where it is safe. The rest of you hooligans should be more than enough for this hazardous quest."
"Lord Raleigh, Auru, and I will be the only ones to stay behind," Impaz insisted, stern and brooking no arguments. "And yes, Shad should go as well. Larger numbers might be best for this. And one never knows when a scholar could prove useful."
Shad whined. "Must I? I really think I'm not qualified for an enterprise of this magnitude."
Impaz hummed a note of disappointment. "I suppose, if you'd rather stay with us at the castle."
He seemed to shrink in his seat. "What about the well incident? What if something like that happens again?"
"Well now you know better. We know how crafty those ghosts can be. Besides, no one's forcing you to come with us, yeah," said Ashei, a supportive hand on his shoulder. "It's your choice."
Zelda could see the war waging within him as he glanced around at everyone. He clenched his fists and pounded them on the table.
"No! I'm a part of this, and I'll see it through to the end."
"Good man," Sir Justin pat him on the back.
Ashei held his gaze searchingly. "Are you certain?"
Taking a deep breath to undoubtedly steady his nerves, Shad replied with firm grit, "I am. I'm tired of being bullied. It's about time these ghosts receive their comeuppance. Or well, the hexer should receive it. Considering the ghosts are actually an innocent party in all this." His cheeks were flushed with spirited passion.
Zelda thought it was rather admirable.
"I still don't like this," Raleigh growled. "Anything could happen out there. What if Zelda is killed because of their incompetence."
Her brows pulled down, lips pressed in displeasure. Really, he could be so overbearing at times.
"I shall be going," she said with unwavering force, meeting the old minister straight in the eyes, daring him to object. "That is my decision and nothing will sway me from it." Then she added more kindly because he was just worrying for her like he always did. "Impaz says it's best for me to go. I'll be safer out there with Link and the others, than in here."
"I don't think you grasp the scope of the dangers," pressed Lord Raleigh.
"No, I think I do," Zelda shot him down. His protests only firming her resolve. "I will be going, even if I have to command it be so."
"Let her be," said Link, and at once became the center for Raleigh's ire. He continued, undaunted under the older man's warning glare. "Zelda is more affected than any of us. She is their target, and hiding her away won't solve anything. Can't you see? The hexer wants us to isolate her. To leave her alone will only leave her open for attack. And furthermore she deserves to face the curse headlong. She above all deserves the chance to conquer it."
She gazed up at Link in wonder, admiring the rigid set of his jaw, the heat of his ocean blue eyes as he argued in her defense. She had not thought about it that way. She'd only wanted to see to it that the curse was broken. She hadn't thought about deserving the right to vanquish it herself. His confidence in her fortified her determination.
Lord Raleigh grit his teeth, belaying the aggressive need to argue further. Seething with disapproval, he finally acquiesced. "Only because your majesty orders it to be." His blazing eyes seared holes in the rest of her guard. "But! If anything happens to her…"
He let it hang, the void ending of his threat more than enough of a warning of what might befall them should they fail at protecting her.
Overbearing, Zelda thought fondly. Still, she'd see to it that any punishment was unnecessary. She did not intend to die.
"I've made more charms for you to take with you," said Impaz. "They'll conceal you from the ghosts temporarily to give you a head start. But they will find and catch up to you once the effect of the charms fade. Be prepared for that."
"We will," said Ashei, answering for them all. She then sighed. "I suppose we should fill you in on the details then."
They spent the rest of the meeting outlining times and escape routes from the castle. They would be leaving with no notice to the other lord and ladies, and without informing the rest of Zelda's council until long after they departed. Lord Raleigh would act in Zelda's stead while she was gone. They were to report to him at the end of the each day via hawk messenger, and if there was no communication within a three day span he'd send out a platoon to search them out based on the location depicted in their latest correspondence. Shad would be bringing an astrolabe to mark their coordinates.
It was as frightening as it was exciting. Zelda had been all around Hyrule many times, mostly for diplomacy reasons and accompanying the former king to inspect the different tribes and greater cities. But those had all been planned excursions, mapped and coordinated to perfect precision, and with great fanfare. This quest, destroying the origin of the curse, would be unlike any journey Zelda had been on before. Out in the wilderness, their destination unclear, and only a ghost lamp to guide them.
This was the sort of adventure designated for Link and Zelda was hellbent on going with him.
Also her curiosity would disallow her staying behind. She had to be there when they found the focal point. She had to know firsthand who the hexer was. And she had to face these demmed phantoms and not let fear rule her for once. Like Shad, she was tired of being bullied by them. It was time to end this.
The meeting adjourned late in the afternoon and they all went out to make preparations for departure. Zelda too had many things to get done. She had clothes to pack, weapons to arrange and written instructions to write out for Raleigh. She didn't know how long they were to be gone, so just in case she wanted to prepare for months in advance.
Also, there was one last thing she wanted to do before anything else transpired.
"Link," she stopped him with her voice. Not that he had been intending on going anywhere. He was still set on stalking her every move throughout the castle.
"Zelda," he mimicked, cocking an eyebrow.
She recalled his words of confidence in her. He believed she was meant to defeat this curse, whether that be alone or with everyone at her side, he had faith that she'd triumph. He was not worried about her safety because he was confident in her strength. And that made her adore him all the more.
"I said before that I have something to give you." Something that now more than ever she wanted him to have.
"What is it?"
Zelda smiled fondly at him. "Come with me."
They headed to her private chambers in the royal wing. Sir Justin took his place outside the door as sentry, while she led Link inside. She went further in, straight to her bedroom while Link hesitated at the threshold.
"You may enter, Link," she said, heading for her vanity and unlocking one of the drawers at the bottom. One that she rarely found the opportunity to open.
"If you insist." He hesitated a moment further then took a tentative step within, looking around and fully taking in everything. "It's a bit different when I'm not hiding from harmless old hags."
"Ah." Zelda recalled having shoved him out on her balcony at the time.
It was amusing how easily he'd break into the sanctity of the Rose Chamber but faltered when entering her bedroom despite having permission.
She found the item she'd been searching for among a box full of many others of its likeness. She plucked it up and closed her fist around it, turning to Link who stood just a few steps from the doorway.
She glided over to him, gown billowing around her legs in her eagerness.
"This is for you," she held out her hand where, pinched between forefinger and thumb, was a silver ring emblazoned with the insignia of the Hyrule Royal Crest.
Link accepted, careful not to drop it. He held it in his palm, admiring it.
"It is meant to be worn on the ring finger of your right hand," she elucidated and watched as he delicately put it on.
He wore no gloves today so there was no obstruction as it slipped down his finger, the ring magically adjusting to fit perfectly.
A sly grin stole over his features. "Why my lady, I thought you'd never ask."
She laughed. "It's a symbol of courtship, you fool." Her hand fell over his and she felt a rush of pleasure at feeling the cold metal band nestled there. "It is evidence of our suit. It will show everyone that I have accepted you as my suitor."
"Court many men at once, do you?" he said, alluding to the many duplicates he'd gleaned in the drawer.
Zelda's fingers trailed up his arm until her hands rested at his shoulders. He instinctively reached for her waist.
"Legault hasn't explained to you about courtship rings, has he? In that case, I will play the role of educator."
His eyes sparked. "By all means," he said salaciously. "Educate me."
If he went on like that she'd be forced to kiss him again. The only thing stopping her were the muted voices in her head and the promise of their amplified shrieks should anything intimate be initiated. Damn it, but she hated them.
"A courtship doesn't mean exclusivity. They're used to rile competition between men for a single woman's suit. A woman of title is able to give out three rings and thus can be courted by three different suitors at a time. The queen, however, may have up to a hundred suitors vying for her hand. Similarly a prince or a king may court up to a hundred different women at once, while any other lord can only court one woman. Although normally it is not advised for royalty to be suitor to more than a few women at once given how expensive courtship can be on the male end."
"So how many men am I in competition with?" asked Link, features suddenly hard.
She pressed against him, reveling in his arms tightening around her. "Only one," she said with much suaveness. "A dashing young hero who has saved my country from twilight and tyranny. He's fought and defeated all sorts of monsters, you know. Honestly, it might be a bit difficult to measure up to him." Her lips ghosted against his cheek. "But I have faith in you."
His arms shifted around her. Encouraging their closeness.
"He sounds like the dashing saviour." She could hear the smirk in his voice. "However shall I compare."
"However indeed."
She was lost. She leaned up on tiptoes to kiss him and was surprised when he drew back, his mouth suddenly out of reach. Zelda opened her eyes and they met his brilliant orbs of tortured blue. She understood then. He didn't want the ghosts hurting her again.
Sighing in resignation, she pulled away, but still remained in his embrace.
Link made a furtive noise. "What happens next? How will your debonair suitor know when to pop the question?"
Zelda's spirits were once again lifted. "Not until he knows his lady has chosen him. The white ring is given to her many suitors as she decides between them." The many rings in the drawer he'd mistakenly thought were copies of the one she'd given him. "Then there is the silver ring. A lady has only one of those. And it is bestowed to the man she ends up choosing as lifelong partner. So yes, one can effectively consider it an engagement ring."
His eyes widened and he checked the ring she'd given him. Silver. Zelda was well aware of it. She'd skipped the competition and gone straight to the selection. She had never met a man she wanted more than Link. None had ever come close to him.
"You move swiftly, my queen," said Link, gazing down at the piece of jewelry in awe.
Zelda felt suddenly abashed. "You don't have to accept. If it's too soon-"
"No!" His fingers alighted on her lips, silencing her. "I want it. It's mine now, no take backs. Don't you dare change your mind."
She felt unbelievably flattered at that. "Oh, well, if you insist," she hid her face in his chest.
There was an abrupt knock on the door of the antechamber. Zelda hesitantly stepped out of Link's embrace and called over.
"Enter."
Ashei sauntered in. Not finding them in the antechamber, she traversed the solarium and came upon them in the bedroom. She gave Link a look when she saw him, but opted to keep silent.
"Your majesty," she bowed to Zelda. "I'm here to take over guard duty," she informed them and said to Link, "You've been at it for a week, yeah. You still need to go pack."
Link nodded and scratched the back of his neck. "Right." He gently took Zelda's hand in his and laid a reverent kiss to the back of it. "I'll see you momentarily."
Zelda tried not to blush with pleasure. "Until then, Link."
With one last longing look he left, and took her heart with him.
Link was ecstatic. Certainly he'd endured the biggest silent freak out session of his life the night before after Zelda had gone to bed and he'd been left alone in the antechamber guarding her. The sheer audacity of his actions that night had hit him then. He had kissed the queen! He had been veritably seducing her! What in the name of Din almighty had he been thinking! Goddesses, he really was spending too much time around Legault and his cadre of flirtatious libertines.
It had taken half the night for him to calm his racing heart and come to terms with his actions. And to stop imagining the multitude of scenarios where Raleigh found out and murdered him. Actually Raleigh finding out wasn't all that bad of a thought. It might give the man a heart attack and that would be the end of that problem.
After Link had passed that point in his masochistic musings, he'd looked at it from an inspirational perspective. She hadn't rejected him. She had offered no looks of regret or disdain. Legault had insinuated that she may like him in that way, and Goddesses, he'd been right. Zelda wouldn't have reciprocated if she hadn't felt something for him. All this time, asking him to be her escort, allowing him into her private chambers, and all their time together alone and undisturbed. Had she liked him all along? Goddess, he was an idiot twice over. A fool for not seeing the signs.
But now he was sure of himself. Of this. Of his love for her and her ardour for him – even if she refused to outright admit it to his face, the stubborn girl.
He had her ring to prove her devotion.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her. Why hadn't he told her back in her room? Couldn't be helped. Later, he'd tell her at the masquerade. Or perhaps earlier than that.
He was beaming like a light as he made his way through the halls, nodding cheerfully to every soldier he passed.
He had kissed her. He had kissed her more than once and it had been incredible. He had nothing to compare it with and found he rather had no desire for any comparison. He wanted to do it again, and bloody well murder all those ghosts for interfering. For once he was doing something that he wanted to do for nothing more than selfish reasons, and they had to mess it up and get in the way. Blast his luck.
Up ahead someone had just exited one of the parlor rooms. Geraude in all his pomp and arrogance regarded Link curiously when he noticed him and bore a sneer as he approached.
"Sir Link, was it?"
Under normal circumstances when they passed ways in the halls neither said a word to the other. But Link had made himself known by speaking up the other day in court, therefore Geraude must have felt and increased amount of disdain toward him to bother saying anything to him at all. He probably wanted to talk down to him in some way and remind Link of his 'unfortunate' heritage, as many others had.
Link wasn't bothered. He acknowledged the nobleman with a gleeful outlook and a cock of his head.
"Sir something-or-other Danvers," greeted Link overzealously. "Enjoying a productive afternoon? Win any card games or done any parlor tricks?"
"Very clever, Sir Link," Geraude said affecting the airs of one who was at ease with life. "And whereabouts are you headed on this auspicious day? Play fighting at swords? Going to regale us with another show, are you?"
Link waved him off. "'Fraid not, sir. I just came from visiting with her majesty. Duties to see to. Important matters of the state and whatnot."
Geraude's gaze was caught by the sunlight flashing from Link's hand and his eyes took on a voracious gleam.
"Is that a ring I see?" he asked with refined affectation. "I didn't know you were courting anyone?"
It was with wicked pleasure that Link stretched his hand out for the lord to gawk at, his newly instated ring on full display, unmistakeable emblem gleaming brightly. There was no question what it was.
"Yes, Zelda gave it to me. Isn't it a beauty?"
The servant coming round the corner was totally unprepared when Sir Danvers promptly fainted on him.
Next chapter will be the masquerade!