A/N: I just beat Twilight Princess… this is why I'm updating.

Knightfall

"Another day," Vincent whispered to himself. He stood in front of the mirror in his room. A lantern that sat on top of the dresser provided the only light in the otherwise dark room. He fixed his white collar before reaching inside his jacket for his pocket watch to check on the time. After noting that it was earlier than he had anticipated, Vincent went over to his bed and laid down on it. Vincent combed back the strands of hair that bothered his eyes and stared into the ceiling.

Vincent sighed and took out his watch. Using his thumb, Vincent felt the outline of the phoenix grasping the Triforce engraved on his watch. He felt the time ticking away as he held it in his palm. Vincent flipped it open and read the inscription. "For my dearest son, from a loving, yet scared mother hoping you find whatever you're looking for. It isn't much… but I'll know you'll love it," Vincent read aloud. He smiled softly and closed his eyes for a moment, "I'm not sure I have mom… Maybe I just left because I was being an idiot. I'd like to think I'm not but… whatever."

The door to his room opened and Malon stood in the doorway. Or course, it was only a silhouette of her since inside the room was so dark and the kitchen had enough candles lit for no reason, but Vincent knew it was her.

"Vincent?" she asked through the darkness. "Are you awake?"

He groaned and sat up in his bed. He scratched the back of his head and stared at her, "Yeah. What are you doing up so early? I don't even know how I got up at this time."

"Vincent…" Malon said. She walked inside and sat next to him on the bed, "I couldn't sleep last night."

"I know… it was so hot. Like the cold was just the last breath of spring before summer came in and it unbearable heat," Vincent said. "Oh, sorry, you came in for a reason right?"

Malon smiled. She loved his politeness. "Look, remember that night when you asked me if I was telling the truth about my dream?"

Vincent nodded his head, "Yeah, what about it?"

"I haven't been truthful with you, Vincent," Malon said. "I'm sorry but I felt that you shouldn't really know the truth. I guess I'm afraid about it… and your dream but I decided I owe it to you to tell you the truth."

"Well… better late then never…" Vincent said softly. He looked down at the ground, away from her.

"Vincent?" Malon asked.

He looked back up at her with a smile plastered on his face. "Come on, you know I never blame you for anything. If you thought it was better I didn't know, then it would've been better. But that isn't the situation now, is it?"

Malon smiled meekly, "Your right… but I want you to hear it from me. I want a knight to sweep me off my feet. Just another farm girl's silly dream of true happiness."

"And I'm sure it'll come true," Vincent said. He stood up from the bed while Malon watched him. "We'd better not dilly dally. Come on Malon, let's get this day over with so I can eat your delicious cooking."

Malon laughed as she did the same. "Does your stomach hold more lay way then your brain? What is it with you and food?"

"Food is good," Vincent answered. "Besides, we talk so much more during dinner."

"Hey, Vincent," Malon said as they sat down at the table. "You really think summer's coming in now?"

Vincent marveled at the food on the plate in front of him, "Where did you get the time to- oh right. Summer should be coming in. Its around that time of the year again, its getting steaming hot. Why are you asking?"

Malon gave a devilish smile, "Because I wanted my own garden for a while now and… Let's me just say that with a strong man like yourself could easily grant me one. Today."

He whimpered and his eyes began to water. Malon admired his acting ability. Vincent could pull a childish act from nowhere to things he might complain about. But he wouldn't, his self-imposed vow to never deny a lady's – especially Malon's – request never allowed any room for complaint. It could've been very restrictive but Vincent found no fault in it. "I only hope that you have most of the materials ready if you want me to make a garden."

"Aren't you lucky," Malon said. Vincent sighed and checked his watch again. The door at the base of the stairs opened and Talon walked out.

"Good mornin'!" he said enthusiastically. "Ain't it great being back?" he asked as he sat own at the table. "You two are up really early. Wanna get all the chores done, do ya? Well, with me around its all going to go by faster."

"Don't bet on it," Malon whispered to Vincent. He chuckled at her comment and continued to eat and listen. "Hey daddy! Since summer's here, Vincent volunteered to make my garden."

"I'd better get some corn…" Vincent muttered.

"Corn?" Malon asked. She found that random, even for Vincent.

He smirked and took another bite of breakfast. "Best vegetable out there." He stood from the breakfast table and went for the door. He placed his hand on the knob, "You really ought to eat faster. That way, we see more of each other at breakfast."

"Charming young lad, isn't he?" Talon asked. "Bit… eccentric though."

Vincent rounded the ranch house and found all the materials necessary to create that garden Malon asked for. A thought surfaced to his head, "When the hell did these things come? I always round the corner every day, and they aren't supposed to be here." He shrugged, "It's all good… I suppose."

He moved everything away, deciding that Malon wanted the garden there. Vincent took the hoe and began to use it. With every strike at the ground, Vincent found that making the garden wouldn't be as easy as he thought. With the sun starting to beat down unmercifully, it was also getting unbearable inside his jacket. As the first thing to go, his jacket was tossed aside so that Vincent could remedy the painful heat he was experiencing. As he continued to prep the ground to an acceptable area for a garden, the sun slowly raised itself to a higher position. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Vincent cursed the unholy heat plaguing Hyrule at the moment.

"Stop being so hot!" he shouted to the sun. Vincent scoffed, "I must be suffering from heat stroke… I'm so delusional. Great, I'm talking to myself. Definitely from the heat. It's so freaking hot… Why do I have to wear black all the time? What is it, my uniform?"

Having enough, Vincent took off his black, long-sleeved shirt. "So much better…"

Malon wiped away the sweat that dripped from her nose. Even inside the house was no better then outside. And she knew this. So Malon decided to make use of the lemons that were in the house. Squeezing the last bit of what the lemon's had to offer, Malon took their extract and added water and sugar. Not much after stirring, Malon finished concocting lemonade with the sole goal of providing her favorite employee refreshment. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, Malon poured in the yellow liquid and then took it outside.

She rounded the corner and was… astounded to what she saw. Now, Malon knew that Vincent was most likely a pretty athletic man. After all, someone who has two swords would most likely use them. She remembered the time she saw Link without his shirt on and he was chiseled. But Vincent, he took her breath away. His back was to her but Malon could easily see his strong arms at work joined to his broad shoulders. His skin was fair all over but it glistened in sweat from his labor.

Blinking, Malon shook her head to try to get rid of depraved thoughts that began to make their way inside her mind. "V- Vincent?"

Vincent stopped and turned around. Malon almost fainted when she saw his bare chest. The way Vincent was built was the same way any man can mimic a mortal Adonis. His stomach was flat and his chest heaved as he gasped for breath, "Yes… Malon?"

She fought hard to not wander down past his face. "I know you must be hot so I made you some lemonade."

"Aw, thanks," Vincent said. He took the glass from Malon and started to chug it down. Malon watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He finished the drink up and exhaled. Vincent handed the glass back to Malon, "Just what I needed. Thanks a lot Malon."

"No problem," Malon said. "No one can be allowed to be that sexy."

"Almost done now," Vincent said, while clearly not.

"I guess I'll see you later then," Malon said. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"No problem," Vincent answered.

Time went by and Vincent neared completion of the garden. Sighing happily at all he had accomplished in the day, Vincent leaned on the hoe and watched as the sun turned from its normal golden glow to the burning orange and red. As he was readying himself to start seeding, he heard the chink of armor and a trot of a horse. He peeked around the corner to see a man in armor entering the ranch with his horse, decorated in its own armor and regal cloak.

"What the hell…" Vincent said. He saw Malon run from the house over to the knight. For that moment, the green-eyed monster entered Vincent's psyche and caused him to ball up his fist. Right then, Vincent felt like nothing will do the world any more justice than to pummel the wandering knight into a pile of bloodied steel. How people can dream…

"May I help you?" Malon asked with an energetic tone.

The knight jumped down from his mounted position and removed his helm. His dark golden hair flew out and fell past his shoulder. His dark blue eyes sparkled brilliantly like his armor. He smiled in his arrogant way, "Maybe you can beautiful. I'm wondering if you can care for my horse? I don't like trusting Luna with those regular scrubs at the castle."

"So, I take it your really a knight," Malon said.

"Sir Maxi," he said. "Yes, I am a knight."

"Oh, wow," Malon said impressed.

Vincent tightened his grip on the hoe as he watched the knight talk to Malon. His eyes were narrowed and his brow furrowed. He was obviously jealous and was ready to, if not murder, hurt the knight really badly. His eyes flared, holding a raging fire within them.

"Something tells me that this has happened before," came Talon's voice.

Vincent didn't notice that Talon was right in front of him. He shook his murderous thoughts away, "What makes you say that?"

"You said something about blonds and swooning," Talon answered.

"I did?" Vincent asked.

Talon nodded. "Why are you angry, lad?"

"Its nothing," Vincent said and went over to pick up the bag of seeds. "Just that I'm stuck here while… screw it. Its not worth going into."

"Are you sure?" Talon asked.

"I'm sure," Vincent responded.

"Lad, you can tell me," Talon said. He tried to cope with Vincent. He knew how it must be for a young man trying to find his number one. He also knew that a man like Vincent would be hard to crack. Pride was pretty useless it when it came to emotion.

"I said that it's nothing," Vincent said, dropping down the bag of seeds angrily. "Let's just let it go. I'm tired of people hounding me about this. A person can't plan anything in peace anymore."

"I see," Talon said. "Then its all right if I can say that you and Malon are just associates."

"That's right," Vincent said. He picked up the seeds again but looked at Talon. He sighed and looked down at the ground.

"Are you goin' to say it now?" Talon asked.

"I'm in love with your daughter!" Vincent shouted. "She captivated me with her strong individualism and her unparalleled beauty! I can say that no other woman can match her. If I were to dream up the perfect woman, she'd still be inferior to her." Tears welled up in Vincent's eyes, "That's why I allow these asshats to talk to her. If that ends up her knight, then she'll be happy. I'll be happy. I may hate them to living hell but it won't matter if they make her happy."

"Why don't you tell her how you'll feel?" Talon asked.

"Cause I'm a scared kitten," Vincent replied. "I can't handle rejection. But… maybe… I don't know."

Talon placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder. "If anyone needs support, its you. Give it time, lad."

"Your okay with it?" Vincent asked.

Talon nodded, "You definitely love her. No doubt about it."