Chapter Four: The Proposal

And thus I return! Hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait.

Disclaimer: As previously stated, I don't own Legend of Zelda or Beauty and the Beast.

"Well, with the old man gone, this is so much easier!" Groose grinned as he spied on Zelda's house. Gaepora had been gone for five days by now.

"You sure that you shouldn't have asked for his consent first?" Strich asked.

"No, no! Zelda is a grown woman," Groose stated, "And I'm certain that the old coot would say no."

"Zelda's gonna have the shock of her life today!" Cawlin beamed.

"Surprise sounds nicer, Cawl," Strich scowled, "Shock makes it sound like it's negative. Surprise simply reeks of positivity."

"I like how you talk, Strich!" Groose slapped his back, "Even when I don't know what you mean!"

"Groose, he means-" Cawlin began.

"It doesn't matter. Now, boys, this is how you get engaged to a lady! Take notes!" Groose announced, stroking his pompadour, "How do I look?"

"Great!" the boys replied. Groose straightened out his clothes: a smart blue tunic with fine embroidery, and a red ascot. He dusted down his trousers before striding to the door and knocking heartily.

"Who could that be?" Zelda thought as she placed her book down on the table, making her way to the door. She paused at the door, straightening her loose deep blue dress, removing the creases and ensuring that her undershirt and skirt were correctly positioned. She ran her fingers through her loose hair and adjust her blue headband. Zelda wasn't very vain but liked to keep appearances up if she was answering the door, potentially to be in company.

Once the door was opened, she wished she hadn't. Should've kept reading, pretending that she heard nothing.

"Good morning to you, beautiful Zelda," Groose beamed, doing a little bow afterwards.

"Is it?" Zelda queried, raising a brow. Groose had been annoying her enough; worse since she came of age!

"May I come in?" He asked, a debonair smile on his stupid face.

"Groose, I'm not having visitors today. Try some other time," Zelda began to close the door.

Groose rammed his foot between it and the doorframe, before barging into the house. Consequently, he tracked mud over the tiled floor. Zelda scowled, she had only just cleaned it.

"Not like you to leave guests outside," Groose smirked.

"You're not a guest! You let yourself in!" Zelda snapped, pulling out a mop from a cupboard, "And next time, take your shoes off!"

"My apologies, fair maiden," Groose glanced at the dining table, "What's this? Another book?! Why on earth do you read these things?"

"You can say it's history!" Zelda huffed as she furiously mopped up the floor.

"Ah, but your father is a scholar. Wouldn't he have told you not to believe in legends? Silly girl," Groose chuckled, leaning in to poke her nose.

Zelda slapped his finger away before continuing to mop,

"That's like saying that you shouldn't believe in the Goddess as there's no proof or that they're just legend!"

"Now, Zelda, that's blasphemy!" Groose tried to calm her.

"Well, you started it!" She ran a hair through her hair, then placed it on her hip, "What do you want anyway?"

"I have a little proposition for you," Groose smirked, sitting at the table.

"Proposition? I doubt you even know what that means," Zelda smiled as she sat, leaning the mop against her.

"Oh, but I do. Strich told me that it means-"

"I don't need a lesson, thank you, I know what it means," Zelda interrupted, "How about you state your business then be on your way?"

"Of... Of course," Groose cleared his throat.

"Well..?"

"You, uh, you know there's no a girl in town who would love to be in your shoes!" Groose grinned.

"Oh really?" Zelda raised an eyebrow once again.

"This is your lucky day! The day all your dreams come true!"

"What do you know of my dreams, Groose?" Zelda crossed her arms.

"Plenty! Picture this: a white gown, all of our friends presented, my little bride then plenty of tough boys, like me, and beautiful little girls, like her."

"Oh?"

"You know who that bride is, Zelda?" Groose stood and leant towards her.

"Um, well..." Zelda stood to put the mop away, "I won't know."

A few moments passed as she put away the mop, then turned to find Groose had cornered her.

"It would be you, my sweet."

"Oh!" Zelda's eyes widened.

"So, whaddaya say?"

"To what?" Zelda glanced around for a way out.

"To marrying me!"

Zelda dashed under his arm, heading to the door.

"Well, you didn't exactly ask properly," Zelda said, "So I won't constitute you with an answer!"

"What does..? I'm sure that does fit in with that..." Groose mumbled as Zelda leaned closer to the door.

Groose strode over then bent over to meet Zelda's height,

"Very well then, my proper little lady, will you marry me?"

"Oh, I don't deserve you and there are plenty of girls who would want to marry you!" Zelda shuffled, her hands fiddling with her dress.

"But I don't want them. I want you."

"Perhaps then you should set your standards lower," Zelda narrowed her eyes, "Because I deserve more than you!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Try calling me "your grace" or your highness"!" Zelda opened up the door, leaning into it to keep her balance as Groose staggered out. She quickly waved then slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Now, I have to mop it again!" Zelda groaned as she stared at the new mud tracks.

"Groose! Are you alright?" Cawlin cried as he ran up to him.

"I'm fine. Just a minor setback!" He stood, brushing the dust off his clothes.

"I take it she said no, then?" Strich asked.

"Just a minor setback!" Groose repeated, "But, you! Explain what she means about being called "your grace"? Or "you highness" for that matter!"

"Oh, it seems the girl pictures herself as the princess in the "Legend of Zelda" novels," Cawlin chuckled, "How delusional is that girl?"

"Don't say that about her!" Groose slapped him around the head, "Well?"

Strich began to sweat under Groose's glare.

"She... Uh, well, she was named after the "Zelda" in the stories. Commonly, she was the Princess of Hyrule and was saved by the Hero a lot. In one tale, she was a Goddess reborn, which explains the "your grace" thing nicely."

"She sees herself as a fairytale princess?" Groose uttered before bursting out laughing, "Maybe if I play a Hero card she may just say yes!"

"But Groose, she uh..." Strich began, but Groose was already leaving and ignored him. He sighed, "She looks just like the scriptures say that Princess did."

A/N: Hello again, so thanks once more to LisaBug for reviewing last time and welcome to my new follower, majopa83! Thank you very much to the both of you!
I tried with this chapter, I wanted it to be similar to B&tB's proposal scene but also a little different as Zelda and Groose are different to Belle and Gaston. Let me know what you think: this may be a chapter that I might rewrite later. Depending of course, on your opinions.
As a side note, to those wondering about Zelda's outfit, I based it off some of her concept art for Skyward Sword which is found in Hyrule Historia. I would put a link to take you to it but I've tried for the past 5 minutes with putting a TON of spaces in and it just won't work.

Extra: Thanks, LisaBug for telling me where my typos were. Yeah, sometimes I don't check it that closely.