Chapter Two
He hated chains...
They were so irritating...
He glared up at the stone ceiling, ignoring the dull ache from the wound in his side. His hands were bound above him, the chains running up and over a beam nearly fifteen feet above his head.
He could lift himself up but right now he simply didn't have the energy. His eyes, the color of blood, focused on the iron door as the cool breeze drifted in through the small window along the far wall.
The cell was cramped, perhaps only eight feet across on either side. He eyed the stones but there was no opening. So he waited, feeling the night breeze wash over his exposed skin for he'd been stripped of his light chain mail, leaving him in his black breeches and torn tunic. It revealed his chest, exposing the bruises the guards had inflicted upon him.
The smirk that touched his lips was chilliing...
They were ignorant pathetic excuses for men...
He'd make them pay for their mistake later...
Once his mission here was complete...
He stiffened as pain lanced up from his side. It was not from the wound. No this one was far deeper. Angry he shook his arms, baring his white teeth and rattling the cuffs in the process.
Silence...
He smirked at the shifting shadows...
Silence was his only companion...
He lifted his ruby eyes to the far window and for a moment he saw the sliver of the moon. It was beautiful, such a breathtaking white. He fixed his eyes on the wall once more and ignored the feelings that coursed through his veins.
He said that being near Link would do that to him...
Stir up unwanted emotions and they were indeed unwanted...
He closed his eyes...
Then softly...
There were footsteps...
He halted, his scarlet eyes opening and fixing upon the iron door as it swung open. A small figure filled it and a dark smirk touched his lips.
Zelda...
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Her eyes widened when she saw his appearance...
His black hair was long, coming to his shoulders to have the moonlight play over it. His alabaster skin shown and her eyes roamed over his chest, her breath catching at how muscular it was. Not a trace of fat or loose skin clung to him, each muscle blending wonderfully into the next.
She'd never seen a man's naked chest before...
Then her eyes fixed upon his bruises...
She frowned...
"Oh dear," she murmured while entering the room and reaching for him. It was only before she was a few inches from touching him did she realize what she was about to do. She jolted, immediately dropping her hand and looking up into his face.
His gaze was utterly cold...
"Come to gawk, Princess?" He asked sarcastically and she blinked at him.
"No, I came here to ask you your name and properly thank you for saving my life," Zelda retorted as she kept her gaze level with his.
His eyes...
They unnerved her...
But not unpleasantly...
She blinked, rapidly throwing that thought out of her head. His mouth lifted in a slight smirk as his eyes roamed over her.
"What is it to you if you know my name or not?" He mocked and Zelda frowned at him.
"Because, you show up, carrying Link's unconscous body and it seems that everyone wants you either imprisoned or dead," she crossed her arms, "why is that?" She asked and he chuckled.
The sound was eerily pleasant but utterly evil...
"You do not know? How naïve of you little girl," he snickered and her brows rose in surprise.
"Little girl?" She asked, her temper flaring and his lips pulled up into a dark grin as she stepped closer to him, "I am no—" She gasped when he lunged at her, whipping around her so that he slammed her up and against the wall. She cried out but before she could do anything his leg came between hers, lifting her into the air so that his hips fit snuggly and securely against hers, giving her no choice but to wrap her legs around his iron torso. She gasped as heat shot through her belly but before she could ponder it his chained hands had her own, pinning them above her head.
In the few seconds that it had happened he had her securely pressed against the wall...
Trapped...
Her eyes widened as her throat ran dry...
His face was only a few inches from her own...
"No," he whispered as his blood red eyes ran over her exposed neck, the creamy flesh shining from the overhead moon, "you are not." His voice was so low, so seductive.
No man had ever dared touch her like this...
It sent shivers up her spine...
"Wh-What are you doing?" She demanded breathlessly, struggling against him, "Release me at once!" She shouted but he smirked at her.
"Didn't you say a moment ago that you wanted to thank me," he whispered, pressing his hips tighter against hers. She gasped, her eyes going wide as something deep inside her stirred, awakened. "Well, either you can unchain me or I can find something else to do with these chains," he purred in her ear, causing her to shiver, "and trust me, Princess," his breath fanned her earlobe, causing her to whimper as her fingers curled into his hands, "it would be best for both of us for you to unchain me." His voice was firm now and she slid her wide and dazed blue eyes back to his.
They seemed to smolder...
It made her gut tighten and she swallowed...
She'd never felt these sensations before...
It frightened her...
And she was never frightened...
"I can't," she whispered and he rose one elegant brow, moving his face closer to hers.
"Try, dear Princess," he dipped his head, his lips skimming her throat and she whimpered again, "for I can tell by your reactions that in the end, you will not like how this is going to go unless I were to be gentle." He nipped her ear, causing her to cry out while trying to pull away from him but he kept her securely against the wall, "And I do not feel like being gentle," he whispered as he relased her ear. His breath felt hot against her skin, causing gooseflesh to run up and down her arms.
"And just how," she managed to hiss out, her words breathless, "is this going to end?" She questioned while turning to look into his blood red eyes.
He smirked at her...
"It depends upon you, but if you like," he pushed her harder against the wall, "I can give you a taste of it." His eyes stared down into hers, trapping her gaze and she struggled to force herself to look away.
Yet...
She could not...
"Re-release me," she ordered but her harsh tone was lost on him. His smirk grew.
"No," he replied smoothly and she clamped her jaw.
Insufferable man!
Angry she tried to kick out at him but he only chuckled, his fingers curling even tighter around her wrists. She opened her mouth to cry out but he shoved his face closer, shutting her up.
"Now, now Princess," he murmured, his teeth stealing along the curve of her lip, "We wouldn't want anyone to hear you? Would we?" His voice made her stomach melt and she gritted her teeth against the sensation.
"You...you," she trailed off and he chuckled, moving his face even closer to hers.
"Do you have something to say, Princess?" He mocked as his eyes seemed to flicker with flames.
"You're—" just then there was a loud bang and she heard the foosteps of the guard as he made his nightly rounds.
Hope blossomed in her chest...
She opened her mouth to cry out but the man shifted his weight, fully molding her againt him...
And kissed her...
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It was dark...
So dark...
Link couldly barely see, barely move. He forced himself to sit up, looking about the room.
Where was he?
There came a little angelic laugh...
He frowned and turned his head...
And froze...
A woman stood there, her skin a light creamy blue covered in a black cloak that covered her head. Yet underneath the hood Link could see her fiery orange hair. Her lips, full and seductive, spread in a smile as her eyes, the same fiery color of her hair, shined with mirth.
"Ah, you're awake," she said while crossing the room. The cloak parted to reveal that the woman wore her long hair bound in front of her so that it showed off the swell of her breasts and her well toned stomach.
He swallowed...
"Who are you? Where am I?" Link demanded as he fought to get his bearings. The woman continued to approach him until she stood beside him. His eyes looked into hers and he found that he was unable to look away.
"My name is Midna," she paused, her grin growing with mirth, "Link." His eyes widened when she said his name, "As for where you are," she looked over her shoulder to the window. Outside there was a eery, yet beautiful light. It reminded him of twilight.
"You're in the Twilight Realm," she whispered softly. He turned towards her, his fierce blue eyes narrowing in confusion.
"What?" He asked in alarm and the girl laughed.
It sounded like water falling...
"Do you have cotton in your ears, Hero of Time?" She teased while bending down over him. He stiffened at her teasing tone.
"No, I don't think so," he murmured and she grinned at him, as if she were enjoying her own personal little joke.
"Good," she tilted her head at him and quirked a brow, "I heard that humans were ugly, but I never thought one could look this ugly." She murmured and Link jolted.
"What did you say?" He asked in alarm and Midna laughed.
"Oh this is going to be quite fun," she teased, her fiery eyes shining, "quite fun indeed."
Link swallowed once more...
And prayed to the Goddesses that it wasn't...
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Zelda froze...
The man's lips moved roughly against hers...
Her stomach tightened...
She gave a muffled gasp, trying to struggle against him but he only deepened the kiss, stealing her air until she couldn't breathe. She dimly heard the guard's footsteps fading away as he continued to plunder her mouth, his teeth sliding over her bottom lip, his tongue tracing the inside corner of her mouth.
Oh goddesses...
She felt heat pool low in her stomach...
His chest brushed against her breasts, causing them to tingle and she whimpered...
This...
This was too much...
She felt her will breaking...
He parted her lips once more, sliding his tongue inside to tease her own and seek out the darkest parts of her mouth.
It left her weak...
Then suddenly when she thought that he was going to have his way with her, right there against the cell wall, he released her.
She yelped and crashed to the ground...
Her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths as she stared up at him. His own exposed chest rose and fell as he brought air into his lungs and the look in his eyes made her blood heat inside her veins.
It was nothing but predatory...
An unexpected thrill shot up her spine, causing her to gasp and quickly force herself to stand. Though her legs felt like jelly she glared at him. He only smirked at her as she sidestepped him, closing the distance between herself and the door.
"Now, now Princess," he cooed while turning to face her, "I did promise you a taste, did I not?" His lilting voice echoed inside her head and she shook it.
"You're vile," she hissed and turned swiftly, not trusting herself to be anywhere near the man and slammed the cell door behind her.
The laughter of the man following her...
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He watched her go...
And ignored the eratic beating of his heart...
He straightened, the pain in his side renewed thanks to all of the activity it had just gone through. He glanced down at it, ignoring when he remembered Zelda's silky thigh draped over it, and bumped his shirt aside to reveal the long, but shallow wound.
It ran from the tip of his hip up to his ribs...
It wasn't an extremely dire wound, but if left untreated it could become infected. He shrugged his stiffening shoulders and glared at the closed cell door.
He'd had every intention of using that wrench to get him out of this prison but something unexpected had happened. His crimson eyes narrowed. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy kissing her, no on the contrary he'd relished having her shivering and quaking underneath his touch but he had always prided himself on his self control, but it had slipped...
He snorted...
He wouldn't waste his time on it...
He knew that she'd be coming back, either with the chopping block axe or the keys he didn't know but in the end he wouldn't care.
Afterall...
He wasn't known to be the caring type...
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Zelda walked swiftly through the halls...
Her heart hammering in her ears...
Reaching up she touched her kiss swollen lips, wincing when she touched a particular tender spot. What had he done to her? Her whole body felt hot and weird, little tingles shooting up her spine to race throughout her body.
It was unnatural...
She shook her head and entered her chambers. Stealing along the cold stones she changed into her nightgown and slipped underneath the covers. As she lay there she stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing.
He'd kissed her...
And it'd been her first kiss...
She closed her eyes and rolled over onto her side. She'd wanted Link to be her first kiss, or at least someone she cared deeply for, not some stranger in the dungeon. She inwardly winced, for she didn't even know his name. She groaned and covered her face with her hands, the kiss renewed inside her head.
It had left her weak...
Vulnerable...
She couldn't afford to be vulnerable and certainly not to a man like him. She lowered her hands and looked out into the night sky.
Missing the shadow that stole along the roof...
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"His presence shows that something is out of balance, sire." Impa said gravely as she looked up at the king.
He suddenly looked so old...
"We cannot be so sure of that, Impa." The king shifted his weight upong the throne. "His presence may simply be because he himself was the one to injure Link and then drop him at our feet. As a warning perhaps," he murmured while looking off into the night.
"A warning against what, sire?" Impa followed his eyes but found nothing out of the ordinary. The King shifted, unease flitting across his face before he could conceal it.
"Perhaps he's returned," he murmured and Impa's eyes widened.
Silence...
"And do you think he's working for him?" Impa asked and a wreary sigh left the king's thinning lips.
"I am not sure, but I will not take that chance. Despite Zelda's wishes he shall remain in the dungeons until Link is properly healed or he has shown his true loyalty." The King straightened as there was a knock on the heavy oak doors at the end of the hall.
"Your Majesty, Brunard wishes an audience with you," shouted a guard and the king dipped his head.
"Granted," he commanded and without another word the doors swung open. Impa turned, stepping up beside the king and watched as Brunard entered the throne room.
His face too seemed to have aged...
"What news?" The King asked as Brunard bowed. He straightened and fixed his hazel eyes upon them.
"I am afraid that his condition has not improved, sire," he whispered and Impa cast a quick glance at her king. His lips had thinned into what seemed like one single line.
"Has it worsened?" His words were cautious but Brunard shook his head.
"Nay, sire, he simply lays there, unresponsive." Brunard rasied his hand and wiped at his brow. "The pyhsician and I can not find anything seriously wrong with him besides his head wound." Brunard answered truthfully and the king narrowed his brows.
"Will it heal in time?" He asked and Brunard nodded.
"Aye, but it'll take time," at his words the king nodded, waving his hand.
"You are dissmissed, Brunard, for I am sure that you are tired and in need of rest." Brunard bowed but before he left he hesitated.
"If I may, sire?" He questioned and the king nodded, giving him his permission. "Is it true, is he here? In this castle?" Brunard asked quietly and the king stared at him. He knew that Brunard knew the truth so he simply nodded his head.
Brunard's face paled...
"Tell no one of this matter, if word would to spread that Link is rendered uncounscious and that he is here chaos would insue." Brunard nodded and bowing his head once more he quickly turned and left the hall.
"Word will spread, sire," Impa whispered quietly and he sighed.
"I know, Impa, but I pray to the Goddess that it does not until we can figure out what is going on here." The king rested his head in his hands. Sympathy whelmed up inside Impa and reaching out she lightly touched her king's shoulder. He nodded, taking in another breath and straightened.
"I want the Gerudo people contacted, for they were the last to see Link. Perhaps they will have some idea of what happened to him." Impa nodded at her king's orders and turning she went to leave but his voice halted her once more.
"Also, I want that demon in the dungeons to be wrought of any information he has, understood?" He asked and Impa looked over her shoulder.
She looked at him evenly...
Then dipped her head...
Her footsteps echoed throughout the quiet hall as she left, closing the heavy doors behind her with a resounding thud...
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He rested his head in his hands once more...
And found them shaking...
Angry at himself he turned his shaking hands into fists and stood, moving about the magnificent hall with quick, precise strides.
In the distance thunder rolled...
He raised his aged eyes to the far sky and saw the boiling clouds...
They were not natural...
He turned his eyes away and strode towards his throne but halted at the painting that hung on the wall.
Two women sat there...
One a mother...
The other a daughter...
His heart ached when he thought of his late wife...
Reaching out he touched the painting with his fingertips and closed his eyes, silently praying that he would have the strenght to face Hyrule's new threat.
For this one might very well destroy it...
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AUTHOR NOTE: Chapter Two! Please review I would really like to know what you guys think!