Unsustainable is just too hard to write argh. I'm doing my best, but I didn't want to leave you guys waiting for too long. So here, have the second chapter of Assassin, a story that I like to write when I'm on the bus waiting to get to the university. Some parts, to me, are cute, yes! The third chapter is half finished, the fourth needs to be started, and I'm already planning a new fic. I still have one that's finished to post, though. But I don't know I feel like you guys won't like it.

Well, enjoy! And leave a review, please, I love knowing what you guys think!

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Chapter Two

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It's been one year since they met in the dark hallways of her castle, one year since she battled him to protect her father's life, one year since she failed miserably and let the assassin murder him in the dead of the night.

Princess Zelda, now twenty two years old, had finally accepted one of her many suitors' marriage proposals - against her will of course. The council forced her to marry in order to produce an heir to the throne before she could be mercilessly slaughtered just like her father. She knew it would never happen (the Assassin himself told her he would not ever kill her, he told her she must live for the sake of her people) but try as she might, she could not convince them without mentioning that he practically swore to protect her. Sure, the council knew he had taken her to the infirmary, but they did not believe he did it for a good cause.

All she wanted to do was rule the kingdom by herself. She would marry an escort that fitted her likings, have a child or two, and rule without the interference of her husband. Zelda knew very well that every man that sat on the throne would lead the kingdom to an awful condition, the same one she desperately tried to force back into the ground to free her people from the crisis. Her father was a good example, and so was her grandfather and so on. Her council was not innocent either - a bunch of old man from her grandfather's era that tried to stick to the old habits and laws. Her father, though he was not a saint, managed to change some rules, some of them even favored the people; but the council would not listen to her, a woman.

Zelda scoffed at her reflection and fixer the tiara that held her long veil in place on the crown of her head. Today was the big day and she was not looking forward to it. But she liked the dress, Zelda nodded approvingly as she twisted and turned before the mirror to glance at her back - she liked how it complimented her waist... And her rear.

She could leave her room and head to the grand hall where the celebration was being held at any time she wanted, and she would do anything to stay there all day and don't get wedded to a man she didn't like. But she needed to do it for her people and Zelda, being the selfless person that she was, grabbed the bouquet of fiery orange lilies and left the room.

She shivered suddenly and glanced around the empty hallways. Odd, the day wasn't even chilly. Her peaceful mind was slowly being engulfed by a strange sensation that crept through her body, and the turmoil inside her head only intensified as she reached the doors of the grand hall.

"Don't worry, Your Highness," one of the maids said soothingly as she gently touched the princess's trembling hand, "you'll do fine."

Zelda nodded her head absently and lifted her chin as a sign that she was ready; if only the maid knew that her sudden behavior was not caused by the unwanted marriage but by something unknown to herself.

The doors slowly opened and the crowd stood to their feet to watch the princess enter the room with an inhumanly grace and a plastic smile on her lips. She was barely halfway through the aisle when she suddenly froze and gapped at her fiancé that now had an arrow stuck in his chest. Someone cried out in the crowd and the people began to hastily make their way to the only door while Zelda ungracefully pushed them aside, trying to reach her now dead fiancé.

Looking down at the corpse, the princess didn't even need to kneel down and inspect further; instead, she merely looked up at the big stained glass above the altar and glared at the shadowed, hooded figure standing there.

Zelda fought back a snarl and managed to choke out, albeit angrily, "Even in my wedding day?!" Fisting her hands by her sides, the princess kicked away the bouquet that had fallen from her hands the moment she reached the dead prince. "Is every man in my life destined to be killed by you?!"

The Assassin uncrossed his arms and stood straight, looking down at the princess impassively. "He would not be a good king." She gaped at him and resisted the urge to pull her hair. The man hopped off the window, gracefully landing on his feet, and calmly approached the princess. "You will find a better suitor."

"A better suitor?!" She echoed, nails digging into her palms and leaving angry half moon marks. "He was the best suitor!"

"Maybe for the economy of the kingdom, but not for you, Your Highness." He said, pulling at his fingerless gloves. "Your happiness is as important as the kingdom's future."

Turning and walking briskly away from him, she said. "There is no happiness when it comes to being a princess." Zelda stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned around to face him again, "You either do what is best for the kingdom willingly or you are forced to. Feelings do not matter when your people are your priority."

Link shifted his weight and crossed his arms over his chest. "I am pretty sure, Princess, that your father married the woman he loved."

Zelda's defiant pose faltered, eyes saddening visibly at the mention of her deceased parents. "He was lucky that she was a noble woman. Were she a commoner, the marriage would never have happened."

"Did you even try to tell your council about your special one?" At the sight of her furrowed brows and confused gaze, Link added, "Surely, Your Highness must have laid your eyes on someone."

She walked forward, kicking the ruined flowers out of the way again, and closed the distance between them. Chests barely touching, Zelda could clearly see his blue eyes gazing back at her from the shadows of his forest green hood, curious as to why she was standing so close to him.

"I told you once," she started, jabbing a finger on his chest and looking both upset AND irritated, "Feelings, love, do not matter when you are a princess. You are destined to live unhappily."

The Assassin raised his hands and loosely closed his fingers around her wrist as he put his other hand on her back and pulled her closer. Now their chests were tightly pressed together and his hot breath fanned her cheekbones, which caused a light pink blush to adorn her face nicely.

Something clicked in her mind; the closeness between their bodies and her perfect wedding dress - the man holding her so close should be the noble man that had stopped breathing minutes ago, not this outlaw, not this assassin that seemed to enjoy killing important people in her life and still hold her high in a marble pedestal.

"Why kill him?" She whispered, blue eyes peeking over his shoulder and focused on the wall behind his back. The least he could do was tell her why her fiancé deserved such fate; to die in your wedding, murdered before the woman who would be his future wife and the people she adored.

But of course, she was talking to the most well known assassin in the area, and Link being who he was would not give her any explanations. "I was merely helping you, My Princess."

Zelda pushed back, putting some respectful distance between them, and gave him a hard jab on the shoulder with her free hand. "If that is what you really want," she started, eyebrows drawing down and lips pulling angrily at the corners as she practically snarled the rest of the sentence, "you can help me by staying away."

Link released her and let his hands fall to his sides, and watched in silence as the princess angrily pulled her tiara from her hair and threw it at him. He caught it easily and spared it a quick glance before his eyes returned to her retreating form.

"Sell it or something. I really do not care what you do, just get rid of it."

Seeing as she was getting closer to the open doors, he called out, "This is not over, Your Highness." Zelda stopped and Link smirked slightly, an unknown feeling making him feel oddly proud that she had stopped. "Many will come and many will go, but you, My Princess, will live eternally."

Her delicate hand rested on the door and she peeked slightly over her shoulder. "To whom?"

His lips pressed together in a thin line as he gulped and parted slightly as he breathed out, "To me."

Zelda turned her head back and hesitated before she left the grand hall without another word.