Author's note: I apologize for the distance between chapters. Not only did
Blackout: 2003 cause problems for my household, I'm also preparing for Band
Camp on Monday, August 18th. You probably won't hear from me again until
the 25th-so, I'll try to make this the longest chapter that I can. Again,
so sorry.
V
She could hardly breathe through the chain of tears that fled down her cheeks. How could Link betray her? Brushing at her cheeks, she managed to pull her face away from her pillow in a gasp. The air suddenly seemed so thick, so hazardous to her very existence. Blinking, she drew herself to the balcony, to stand and watch guard of the northern gates. For a long while, everything was silent.
Soon enough, Zelda could make out the figures of three men-two dark, armor-clad warriors, and an obvious, distinguishable hero trudging in between them, head and eyes downcast. Tears welled in her eyes at the sight of him. He had been so normal, so tender, so free-willed before Adrien's arrival-but something had come over him. Their recent fights convinced her of that--but to the point of attempted murder?
"Link," she had beckoned softly, although she knew he couldn't hear her, and a familiar tremble rose up her spine as tender hands grasped her hips, and a sturdy chin leaned against her shoulder. The liquid "hello, Zel," soothed her soul. She eased back against the stranger, longing to be taken away in gentle arms.
She tilted her head back, in the darkness catching a glimpse of ebony hair, deep maroon eyes and fierce, garnet lips. Her heart fluttered in her chest, like a deep, burdensome secret burying itself in the pit of her stomach. Adrien's hands slid to her rear, forcing her to bite down on her tongue from his squeezes. He wasn't supposed to be in her sleeping quarters, but it felt good to have him there, felt good to have him showing her gentle affection. Link was, although a helpless romantic, quite possessive in nature-- after seeing him defeat the evils of Hyrule, fear had played on her heart. For too long, the Kingdom of Hyrule had taken advantage of his divine nature-and Zelda couldn't blame him for losing control. She herself was losing it as her eyes locked onto Adrien's.
"Your father is taking care of everything, Princess. There are reports as far as Gerudo Desert of people experiencing painful visions, as you will. They say they are seeing the future in their dreams."
"And my father is taking care of it, I trust?"
"Of course he is," Adrien answered, running his fingers gingerly through her golden locks. "It could be a result of famine. Even Kakariko Village and Lon Lon Ranch have been unable to provide adequate amounts of food for the people. The peoples of the desert, of course, are surely having an even harder time locating food and water. They're seeing illusions, mirages on the horizon."
"Perhaps they are. Though I must admit, Sir Tariesk, I'm more concerned with the welfare of my attempted murderer."
"Welfare?" Adrien had almost choked, recoiling from her in horror. Despite the darkness, she could see his twisted lips and eyes-his gaze upon her as if she were mad. She blinked, glancing back to the balcony. The guards and Link were no longer in sight.
"You must understand, Adrien. I'm engaged to the man!"
"Engaged to a man who wishes to have your head in his hands? He's money-hungry, Princess! So concerned with the power of authority that he doesn't give a damn if you were to perish, my beloved Princess. Perhaps the Goddesses of Hyrule are giving you your signs."
"Signs?"
"He is not the one for you, Princess. Wake up from your dreams, my love; there will be no more dances and sweet kisses, but only misery and death."
She blinked tears back as he approached, his face set solemnly as he gripped her shoulders. She recoiled from him, sinking onto her bed. The truth was devastating. Wretched. Horrible. She would much rather hear of lies as he sank before her, holding her hands in his frigid, cold ones. With a shudder, she gaped down at him.
"He is a fighter. You are a lover. Can you imagine now how many nights you'll be sitting here in this vacant Castle, waiting for him to return from his affairs? And you know what kind of affairs I mean, dear Zelda; prostitutes love figures connected to nobility. He will lay the majority of nights with strange women. He will be off in wars to see the death and misery he was born to battle and slay. Your destiny is here in this Castle, thousands of miles from his area of expertise. Loneliness will dominate the remainder of your life."
Tears flooded from her eyes, forcing her to bury her fists into them. How could he say such horrible things about Link? Of course, he'd not always been there, but how could anyone force blame at him? He was doing his job by keeping Hyrule safe, just as she was by managing the Kingdom's affairs from finances to treaties.
But there were nights when she had cried. He had never come.
There were afternoons when she had wanted to go to Lake Hylia, to see the Hylian plays, to scale Death Mountain without the worry of a long- strung battle, without being hugged by a sweaty, battle-torn fiancée. Perhaps she had been disillusioned all along, played by the tempter of all men. She blinked and shook her head.
"I suppose you're right, Adrien," she commented weakly, slowly brushing her hair from her face. "After this incident, I'm not entirely positive that Link is the right one for me. I swear it was like a dream, like my head was spinning on my shoulders when I was pushed. I don't recall feeling any sensation-like being pushed-when I feel back. Perhaps I only tripped, Sir Tariesk."
"Shh. Princess, you're in denial of his wrongdoings-and such is completely understandable. My greatest concern is for your welfare."
He slid beneath the sheets of her bed, invitingly patting the vacant space beside him. Such was completely inappropriate, but it felt good to deny her royal roots, to do things that would shame both her father and Link. Her eyes gleamed as she sank into bed beside him. Adrien was so warm, so kind that she didn't have the willpower to deny his wishes. Best of all, he loved her. Adrien would never hurt her. And Link would never know of her infidelity. She bit her lip, blinking as Adrien's hands caressed her bosom.
They were through anyway. Finished for good. There would be no wedding.
It was all she could do to convince herself. Lust claimed her body as she pulled him closer to her-and he didn't seem to mind the moral issues surrounding their works. His hands slid liquidly up her thighs, forcing her to buckle over in pleasure. Link had never touched her in a sexual manner, never made her so obsessed with arousal. Adrien worked like a professional, slowly lifting her dress to her waist. She had never been forced to wear the chastity belt as so many of her female predecessors had been before marriage. She was a free woman, in supreme control of her body. Adrien eased her underneath him, allowing her to touch his bare, muscular shoulders. A playful giggle arose from deep within her.
"You're a beautiful woman, Zelda," he whispered, stroking her cheek. She closed her eyes, allowing him to ease his head between her breasts, allowing him to touch her wherever he pleased. Excitement arose through her private places, like a silent warning, a ticking time bomb that couldn't be heard as she gently lifted her hips. He was enjoying himself, she knew. His lips were curled into a wide smirk as he slid his slacks down to his knees. And then fear welled inside of her.
"Adrien," she said softly, biting her lip. "Anyone could walk in and see-Impa, my father, even Link. We shouldn't be doing this-we both know that. I'm to be chaste until my wedding."
He chuckled darkly. He didn't seem gentle anymore as he grasped her chin, pressing his lips harshly against hers despite her squirms.
"Princess, you're being absurd if you think that you're chaste. You like being touched. And quite frankly, I never want to stop touching you."
"Link," she managed to whine. "I'm with Link, Adrien. I never want to be with you."
His eyes locked onto hers. They seemed to boil with rage, a dark film basking the whites of his eyes, a fierce garnet illuminating his irises and pupils. Enraged, he arose from the bed, slipping his slacks up to his waist. His eyes never fled from the frightened Princess. He chuckled once more.
"Link is done for, Princess. His murder attempt will stop him from ever touching you again. You're as good as mine, and I'm as good as yours. Don't hide your lust, beautiful. We have our urges. I'll be talking to your father this very night on grounds of marriage."
"Tariesk!" She exclaimed from her bed. His eyes wandered back to her, such a burning hatred in them that she was intimidated into silence. With a vile smirk on him, his eyes wandered over her bare private.
"I suggest you get dressed," he hissed. "You little whore."
She blinked.
He was gone.
so sorry.
V
She could hardly breathe through the chain of tears that fled down her cheeks. How could Link betray her? Brushing at her cheeks, she managed to pull her face away from her pillow in a gasp. The air suddenly seemed so thick, so hazardous to her very existence. Blinking, she drew herself to the balcony, to stand and watch guard of the northern gates. For a long while, everything was silent.
Soon enough, Zelda could make out the figures of three men-two dark, armor-clad warriors, and an obvious, distinguishable hero trudging in between them, head and eyes downcast. Tears welled in her eyes at the sight of him. He had been so normal, so tender, so free-willed before Adrien's arrival-but something had come over him. Their recent fights convinced her of that--but to the point of attempted murder?
"Link," she had beckoned softly, although she knew he couldn't hear her, and a familiar tremble rose up her spine as tender hands grasped her hips, and a sturdy chin leaned against her shoulder. The liquid "hello, Zel," soothed her soul. She eased back against the stranger, longing to be taken away in gentle arms.
She tilted her head back, in the darkness catching a glimpse of ebony hair, deep maroon eyes and fierce, garnet lips. Her heart fluttered in her chest, like a deep, burdensome secret burying itself in the pit of her stomach. Adrien's hands slid to her rear, forcing her to bite down on her tongue from his squeezes. He wasn't supposed to be in her sleeping quarters, but it felt good to have him there, felt good to have him showing her gentle affection. Link was, although a helpless romantic, quite possessive in nature-- after seeing him defeat the evils of Hyrule, fear had played on her heart. For too long, the Kingdom of Hyrule had taken advantage of his divine nature-and Zelda couldn't blame him for losing control. She herself was losing it as her eyes locked onto Adrien's.
"Your father is taking care of everything, Princess. There are reports as far as Gerudo Desert of people experiencing painful visions, as you will. They say they are seeing the future in their dreams."
"And my father is taking care of it, I trust?"
"Of course he is," Adrien answered, running his fingers gingerly through her golden locks. "It could be a result of famine. Even Kakariko Village and Lon Lon Ranch have been unable to provide adequate amounts of food for the people. The peoples of the desert, of course, are surely having an even harder time locating food and water. They're seeing illusions, mirages on the horizon."
"Perhaps they are. Though I must admit, Sir Tariesk, I'm more concerned with the welfare of my attempted murderer."
"Welfare?" Adrien had almost choked, recoiling from her in horror. Despite the darkness, she could see his twisted lips and eyes-his gaze upon her as if she were mad. She blinked, glancing back to the balcony. The guards and Link were no longer in sight.
"You must understand, Adrien. I'm engaged to the man!"
"Engaged to a man who wishes to have your head in his hands? He's money-hungry, Princess! So concerned with the power of authority that he doesn't give a damn if you were to perish, my beloved Princess. Perhaps the Goddesses of Hyrule are giving you your signs."
"Signs?"
"He is not the one for you, Princess. Wake up from your dreams, my love; there will be no more dances and sweet kisses, but only misery and death."
She blinked tears back as he approached, his face set solemnly as he gripped her shoulders. She recoiled from him, sinking onto her bed. The truth was devastating. Wretched. Horrible. She would much rather hear of lies as he sank before her, holding her hands in his frigid, cold ones. With a shudder, she gaped down at him.
"He is a fighter. You are a lover. Can you imagine now how many nights you'll be sitting here in this vacant Castle, waiting for him to return from his affairs? And you know what kind of affairs I mean, dear Zelda; prostitutes love figures connected to nobility. He will lay the majority of nights with strange women. He will be off in wars to see the death and misery he was born to battle and slay. Your destiny is here in this Castle, thousands of miles from his area of expertise. Loneliness will dominate the remainder of your life."
Tears flooded from her eyes, forcing her to bury her fists into them. How could he say such horrible things about Link? Of course, he'd not always been there, but how could anyone force blame at him? He was doing his job by keeping Hyrule safe, just as she was by managing the Kingdom's affairs from finances to treaties.
But there were nights when she had cried. He had never come.
There were afternoons when she had wanted to go to Lake Hylia, to see the Hylian plays, to scale Death Mountain without the worry of a long- strung battle, without being hugged by a sweaty, battle-torn fiancée. Perhaps she had been disillusioned all along, played by the tempter of all men. She blinked and shook her head.
"I suppose you're right, Adrien," she commented weakly, slowly brushing her hair from her face. "After this incident, I'm not entirely positive that Link is the right one for me. I swear it was like a dream, like my head was spinning on my shoulders when I was pushed. I don't recall feeling any sensation-like being pushed-when I feel back. Perhaps I only tripped, Sir Tariesk."
"Shh. Princess, you're in denial of his wrongdoings-and such is completely understandable. My greatest concern is for your welfare."
He slid beneath the sheets of her bed, invitingly patting the vacant space beside him. Such was completely inappropriate, but it felt good to deny her royal roots, to do things that would shame both her father and Link. Her eyes gleamed as she sank into bed beside him. Adrien was so warm, so kind that she didn't have the willpower to deny his wishes. Best of all, he loved her. Adrien would never hurt her. And Link would never know of her infidelity. She bit her lip, blinking as Adrien's hands caressed her bosom.
They were through anyway. Finished for good. There would be no wedding.
It was all she could do to convince herself. Lust claimed her body as she pulled him closer to her-and he didn't seem to mind the moral issues surrounding their works. His hands slid liquidly up her thighs, forcing her to buckle over in pleasure. Link had never touched her in a sexual manner, never made her so obsessed with arousal. Adrien worked like a professional, slowly lifting her dress to her waist. She had never been forced to wear the chastity belt as so many of her female predecessors had been before marriage. She was a free woman, in supreme control of her body. Adrien eased her underneath him, allowing her to touch his bare, muscular shoulders. A playful giggle arose from deep within her.
"You're a beautiful woman, Zelda," he whispered, stroking her cheek. She closed her eyes, allowing him to ease his head between her breasts, allowing him to touch her wherever he pleased. Excitement arose through her private places, like a silent warning, a ticking time bomb that couldn't be heard as she gently lifted her hips. He was enjoying himself, she knew. His lips were curled into a wide smirk as he slid his slacks down to his knees. And then fear welled inside of her.
"Adrien," she said softly, biting her lip. "Anyone could walk in and see-Impa, my father, even Link. We shouldn't be doing this-we both know that. I'm to be chaste until my wedding."
He chuckled darkly. He didn't seem gentle anymore as he grasped her chin, pressing his lips harshly against hers despite her squirms.
"Princess, you're being absurd if you think that you're chaste. You like being touched. And quite frankly, I never want to stop touching you."
"Link," she managed to whine. "I'm with Link, Adrien. I never want to be with you."
His eyes locked onto hers. They seemed to boil with rage, a dark film basking the whites of his eyes, a fierce garnet illuminating his irises and pupils. Enraged, he arose from the bed, slipping his slacks up to his waist. His eyes never fled from the frightened Princess. He chuckled once more.
"Link is done for, Princess. His murder attempt will stop him from ever touching you again. You're as good as mine, and I'm as good as yours. Don't hide your lust, beautiful. We have our urges. I'll be talking to your father this very night on grounds of marriage."
"Tariesk!" She exclaimed from her bed. His eyes wandered back to her, such a burning hatred in them that she was intimidated into silence. With a vile smirk on him, his eyes wandered over her bare private.
"I suggest you get dressed," he hissed. "You little whore."
She blinked.
He was gone.