I am so so so sorry this is such a short chapter! I am also sorry I haven't updated in forever! I was busy with graduating and then work kicked in, but I only work Friday-Sunday which means I will try to write as much as I can on my days off!

I'll try to get another chapter up this week!

Enjoy

~xo

"You are beautiful," Ganondorf said as he walked in a circle around Zelda, inspecting her, "Beautiful, but absolutely filthy." She remained silent. She didn't want to think of where his eyes were travelling. She didn't want to think of being in the Otherworld any longer. She was afraid; afraid of Ganondorf and Ghirahim, afraid that she would die here, afraid that she would never see Link again. But she couldn't let them know she wasn't broken; it was the only thing she had over them. She would remain strong.

"Thank you, my King," Zelda said.

"Ghirahim?" Ganondorf said, beckoning the deranged man to him.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Where have you been housing our princess?"

"Well," Ghirahim said, clearly thinking up a lie.

"In a dark room, something I would expect to be the dungeons," Zelda butted in.

"The dungeons?" Ganondorf questioned as he walked around to the front of Zelda so he could look Ghirahim in the eyes.

"Yes… It was not specified where I was to take her. And upon her arrival you were quite busy with your – preparations," Ghirahim said, glancing at Zelda. Preparations for what? She looked at him but he only gave her a smile that sent her skin crawling.

"Take her to some unused chambers – nice ones." Ganondorf ordered Ghirahim. Zelda suppressed a smile – she couldn't help but like Ganondorf much more than Ghirahim right now. Ghirahim glared at Zelda and forcefully grabbed her arm, tugging her along and causing her to stumble over her filthy gown. Ganondorf reached for Ghirahim's arm in return.

"My King?" Ghirahim asked, the anger in his voice hardly being controlled.

"Show her your hospitality," Ganondorf ordered. A sly smile found its way to Ghirahim's lips.

"I will, my King," he said with a bow, his white hair falling over his face. Zelda's body turned ice cold. What was he going to do to her now?

Ghirahim gently guided Zelda from the throne room, and she risked a final glance at Ganondorf. She allowed her face to portray fear and worry, and it worked, for Ganondorf nodded at her. She turned her head back to Ghirahim and followed with dread.

They did not go back to the direction of the dungeons and instead began travelling up many stairs. Zelda hoped that she would be able to remember where he was taking her in case she needed an escape. If she could find the throne room again, she could find her way out of the palace.

"Where are you taking me?" Zelda asked.

"To the tower," Ghirahim said.

"Why?"

"Because it is isolated. No one will be able to hear you, no one will come running for you."

"And why would I need someone to save me?" Zelda questioned.

"You humiliated me in front of my King; I will not let that go," he said as he tightened his grip on Zelda's wrist and suddenly swung her into the wall, pain coursing through her head and her vision going black.