Chapter Two: The King
She knew she never should have married him. He had been charming at first, wooing her with gifts and flowers. But after she became Queen, he started to show his true side. In reality, he was a paranoid, psychotic man who was always afraid of someone stealing his throne. Laura tried to ignore it, tried to see the man she fell in love with. But she was jolted into seeing that her dream man didn't exist when her husband ordered a man to be executed because it was possible that he could become King.
That man was Laura's father.
She had pleaded with him, begged him desperately to spare him. But to no avail. King Hyrule was afraid. He was always afraid. In his world, all the servants were assassins in disguise. All the food was poisoned. And even his wife could be plotting to kill him.
She had almost been executed once. She had gotten out of bed one night. She didn't want to wake a servant just for a glass of water. As she opened the chamber door, a voice folled her out of the room.
"Going somewhere?" The King said softly, with a small hint of malice in his voice.
"I was just a little thirsty. I didn't want to wake you by ringing the bell."
"I'm touched by your concern. But isn't it odd that you care so much for me? I know you regret marring me. I know you regret even meeting me, letting me meet your serpent father. Perhaps you were going to meet someone instead? How... caring it would be for you not to wake me... maybe you were hiring an assassin..."
"I..."
"You what? Want to kill me? I wouldn't blame you. Your father's treachery is probably in your blood..."
"MY FATHER WAS NOT TREACHEROUS!!!"
"Be careful, my dear. I can repeat to you exactly what I do to trators, exactly what I did to your father..."
Laura had returned to bed after that. She had not watched them kill her father. She had not watched the crowds cheer when the archer lined up his shot and loosed the shaft. And she didn't want to remember them carrying her father away on a black cloth, her father with a hole through his heart. It was too painful.
She hated the King then.
And the King most definitely hated her.
She knew she never should have married him. He had been charming at first, wooing her with gifts and flowers. But after she became Queen, he started to show his true side. In reality, he was a paranoid, psychotic man who was always afraid of someone stealing his throne. Laura tried to ignore it, tried to see the man she fell in love with. But she was jolted into seeing that her dream man didn't exist when her husband ordered a man to be executed because it was possible that he could become King.
That man was Laura's father.
She had pleaded with him, begged him desperately to spare him. But to no avail. King Hyrule was afraid. He was always afraid. In his world, all the servants were assassins in disguise. All the food was poisoned. And even his wife could be plotting to kill him.
She had almost been executed once. She had gotten out of bed one night. She didn't want to wake a servant just for a glass of water. As she opened the chamber door, a voice folled her out of the room.
"Going somewhere?" The King said softly, with a small hint of malice in his voice.
"I was just a little thirsty. I didn't want to wake you by ringing the bell."
"I'm touched by your concern. But isn't it odd that you care so much for me? I know you regret marring me. I know you regret even meeting me, letting me meet your serpent father. Perhaps you were going to meet someone instead? How... caring it would be for you not to wake me... maybe you were hiring an assassin..."
"I..."
"You what? Want to kill me? I wouldn't blame you. Your father's treachery is probably in your blood..."
"MY FATHER WAS NOT TREACHEROUS!!!"
"Be careful, my dear. I can repeat to you exactly what I do to trators, exactly what I did to your father..."
Laura had returned to bed after that. She had not watched them kill her father. She had not watched the crowds cheer when the archer lined up his shot and loosed the shaft. And she didn't want to remember them carrying her father away on a black cloth, her father with a hole through his heart. It was too painful.
She hated the King then.
And the King most definitely hated her.