A/N Hello readers and welcome to another chapter.

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Chapter Warning: Emotional and psychological abuse/minor sexual innuendo.

Chapter Two.

The early morning sun bathed Zelda's face in warmth, its golden rays gently caressing her skin. Eyes still closed she turned towards the light and stretched languidly under the comforting weight of her covers. Her legs rubbed against each other as her muscles flexed and relaxed.

Her phone alarm suddenly blared, erupting into a cacophony of ear splitting noise, ruining the remaining peace of the moment. The suddenness caused her to jolt upright, the comforter falling away from her upper body whilst she scrambled to shut off the noise. Her sleep-stiff hand blindly reached out and accidentally flung the phone off the edge of the nightstand. It clattered to the ground with a series of thunks on the wood as it bounced. An annoyed groan escaped her lips; this was not the start she wanted for the day. She bent over the side of the bed and picked up the still-chiming device, making a mental note to pick a more soothing alarm.

For a moment, Zelda debated hiding under the covers for just a little longer, but knowing her busy schedule for today, it wasn't conducive just to lounge around in bed. Bleary-eyed, she reluctantly clambered out of bed, picked out a pair of black jogger pants and a blue hooded sweatshirt and then headed for the shower.

When she finally trundled downstairs, she found Impa patiently waiting for her at the bottom of the staircase.

"Impa, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Zelda, but I've been tasked to help you choose a new dress for the upcoming party. Therefore you will need to accompany me to the store."

"Can I at least grab some breakfast first, or is my father keeping me on such a short leash that he would deprive me of my favorite—pancakes with maple syrup, fruitcake and a strong cup of coffee?"

Impa offered her a genuine smile. "I'll inform the cook of your request straightaway."

Senator Rhoam had ordered Ravio, one of his designated drivers to chauffeur Impa and Zelda to a high-end boutique located in Hateno village, a two hour drive from the manor. During the journey, Zelda was given the chance to show Impa the list of her father's expectations and demands.

Impa took the list from Zelda's hands and scanned it, shaking her head slightly. "Etiquette lessons, dancing lessons, learning social manners. He's treating you more like a showpiece than his own daughter."

"Exactly! I'm so glad you agree, Impa."

Impa then looked over the guest list for the party, and Zelda's eyes widened at just how many names were on there.

"There are over one hundred names, and I don't know a single one of them!" Zelda sighed, completely overcome with emotions. "These aren't common folk either. These are the Hylian Elite's, expectations are going to be high."

Sensing Zelda's anxiety, Impa placed a hand on top of hers, patting it gently as a gesture of comfort. "Don't fret, you're not alone in this. I'll be here with you every step of the way."

Zelda felt her nerves subside slightly at Impa's touch and kind words. She took a deep steadying breath. "Thank you, Impa, I don't know what I'd do without you."

When they arrived at CeCe's boutique, Impa looked over Rhoam's instructions, ensuring the dress they chose met his requirements. "It says here that he wants the dress to be elegant, yet sophisticated, fitting for the daughter of a senator. The style should be classy and refined, with a touch of extravagance."

Her heart constricted. "He doesn't want much, does he?" Zelda groaned.

Impa looked at Zelda, a smirk on her face. "And no doubt, it also needs to exude a sense of power and status."

"Ugh! It's as if he wants to parade me around in front of all those men. I'm his daughter, not a fashion accessory!"

Impa nodded, her expression showing her understanding of Zelda's annoyance. "I know, it's as if he only wants to make himself look good, to showcase his status through you. But you are your own person, Zelda. Remember that."

They spent the next three hours in the store, and as Zelda tried on dress after dress, she felt more frustrated. Each one was too tight, too itchy, or simply didn't suit her.

She knew that if she didn't choose one soon then her father would be even more displeased. Luckily, as Impa continued walking around the store, a certain dress caught her eye. It was dark blue with floaty sleeves and elegant gold detailing. The fabric looked soft and comfortable while the dress still looked elegant. She held it up, showing it to Zelda. "Here," she said, "try this one on."

Zelda stepped out of the fitting room. As she looked in the mirror, her eyes widened with surprise. She had to admit it was actually quite beautiful and complimented her long blonde hair and emerald green eyes. The gown was full length, falling loosely at her feet. It wasn't too tight around her waist, but it still accentuated her curvy, slender frame. Not too revealing either. "It's perfect."

Impa complimented her as well. "Oh, Zelda dear. That dress is fit for a princess. Maybe your father will finally be pleased with your choice for once."

Zelda, unfortunately knew him all too well. "I seriously doubt it."

"You're probably right. Your father does seem notoriously difficult to please these days." She paused, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted. "But at least you feel comfortable in this dress. That's more important than satisfying his expectations, isn't it?"

Zelda nodded. "Yes."

Over the next five days, there was a hive of activity around the mansion in preparation for the pre-election party. It was to be a grand affair, designed to showcase their wealth and influence to potential voters and supporters.

Rhoam had ordered for the ballroom to be lavishly decorated and the top caterers hired. Every member of staff had been given a specific set of instructions, meaning everyone had to comply to his demands and desires.

He had even handed Zelda a list of duties which he expected her to fulfill. "There are to be several notable guests at this party, including other politicians, celebrities. and influential figures," he informed her on more then one occasion.

This might have been a huge deal for her father, but for Zelda, it was another social event she was extremely uncomfortable with. The thought of having to spend an entire evening with a bunch of strangers was overwhelming and positively daunting.

She really wished she could speak with Impa, but with all the extra security that was going to be needed, the bodyguard had pretty much been MIA the last few days.

On the eve of the party, with a little over an hour to go, Impa finally made an appearance. She stood in the doorway as Zelda gazed into the mirror at her own reflection. She was already dressed in her blue gown with her blonde hair, long and flowing, styled with a half crown braid. "You look beautiful."

Zelda turned to Impa before fumbling around in her jewelry box and pulling out a gold pendant with a pink jewel. "Well you're biased," she replied, placing the pendant around her neck.

Impa smiled as she helped her to fasten the clasp. "Yeah, maybe."

"I really don't know why I have to do this, Impa. I'm just going to be paraded around like some sort of show pony. These heels are already killing me. With any luck, I'll fall and break my neck."

Impa placed her arms on Zelda's shoulders, a gesture of emotional support. "Look, despite your personal feelings towards your father right now, there is no denying all of his achievements and accomplishments. I also understand the pressure you must be feeling to perform and live up to his expectations. But this party tonight, represents a significant moment in your father's political career, and could have important implications for the upcoming election."

Zelda sighed. "I know. I'll try my best, I promise."

"That's all I'm asking."

The ballroom admittedly was beautiful. As a matter of fact, both exterior and interior decorations were very impressive. The opulence of it all took her breath away a little.

Her father was dressed in elegant and formal attire, including a well-tailored suit, a crisp white shirt, a tie, and polished shoes. His appearance conveyed a sense of authority, confidence and refinement.

As expected though, she was profoundly unsurprised to be ambushed by his critical gaze. "So this is what you have chosen to wear to the party?"

"Yes, Father."

"It doesn't exactly appear befitting of the daughter of a prominent Senator. You should have gone for something more grand and regal."

Zelda raised a brow. "I'm sorry, Father, but it was the only dress I felt comfortable in."

Rhoam grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Comfortable? It hardly matters if it's comfortable, Zelda. You need to look presentable for this gathering."

"Well I'm the one who has to wear it!"

"You maybe the one wearing it, but it doesn't mean it's suitable. You needed something that radiates power and dignity. You're my daughter, dammit! You need to look the part." There was a slight pause before he continued. "Perhaps you could have also put some of that paint on your face."

Zelda started to feel her irritation flare into anger. Anger at his controlling behavior. "You wanted me to wear makeup? Are you ashamed of my looks now, Father?"

He remained silent as they approached the ballroom. "Try to walk elegantly, not like a clumsy child," he exclaimed. He began giving her a barrage of pointers - "Now, head up, back straight, shoulders back."

As they headed into the ballroom, Zelda found herself hanging off his arm like his prized possession. "Now, remember Zelda," he reminded her. "Smile, look pretty and don't embarrass me in front of the other guests."

She rolled her eyes, grabbing a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter. She sneered, taking a deliberate sip of the sparkling wine. "I'll do my best."

Rhoam was about to snap back with a sharp retort when they were interrupted by the approach of a tall, imposing figure.

Her father recognized him immediately. "Good evening, Ganondorf," he greeted. "Glad you were able to join us this evening."

Ganondorf had an immaculate posture and spoke in a cultured Gerudo accent. "Glad to be here, Senator, sorry I'm late though." His eyes then flicked to Zelda, immediately scrutinizing her. "And who may I ask is this lovely young woman?"

"This is my daughter, Zelda," Rhoam introduced. He then turned to his daughter. "Zelda, I'd like you to meet my newly appointed political advisor, Ganondorf."

Zelda had never laid eyes on the man, and yet she couldn't help but feel a sense of wariness around him. He was at least a foot taller than her father and was of a muscular build with wide, broad shoulders. His long fiery red hair was slicked back giving him a stern appearance.

Ganondorf's gaze lingered on her for a moment. "So, you're the famous, Zelda? I've heard quite a bit about you." He cocked his head before extending his hand, a sly smile on his face. "If I knew there would be such enchanting company I would have arrived sooner."

All Zelda could do was stare at his gloved palm, not wishing to touch it at first. "Enchanting? Me? Surely you jest?

Ganondorf's hand brushed her soft fingers, his demeanor serious. "Perhaps enchanting is too weak a word. How about Captivating? No, enthralling."

Zelda bristled. Impa may have disdained him, but she loathed him. Zelda reluctantly slipped her small hand in his palm surreptitiously, before flinching and wrenching it away.

Noticing, Zelda's less then friendly exchange, her father intervened. "My darling daughter has been nothing short of valuable support in my campaign," he exclaimed, his smile all saccharine sweet and utterly insincere. "She's been helping with all sorts of matters, including political discussions and social gatherings." Her father continued, his voice filled with pride and confidence. "Indeed, she is destined to follow in my footsteps soon enough."

Ganondorf raised an eye. "And why is that?" he challenged coldly.

"Well for a start, she has the intelligence, the charm and the charisma. It is my greatest joy to see her develop into a leader worthy of my bloodline."

Zelda silently cursed under her breath, her irritation rising with every lie her father spoke. She restrained the urge to scream and punch him in a very unladylike like manner. She hated how he twisted the truth to fit his own narrative, making her seem like some obedient, enthusiastic participant in his political machinations.

Ganondorf eyed her with critical gaze, his expression making his opinion clear. "Politics isn't a place for women," he stated matter-of-factly. "It requires a strong, confident leader with a clear vision. I doubt a young woman such as yourself can truly grasp the complexities of political strategy and leadership."

"Well that's good!" Zelda interjected. "Because I don't need to grasp the complexities of political strategy and leadership, because I have no intention of following in my Father's footsteps. As a matter of fact, he can stick this campaign where the sun don't shine."

"She's got quite the mouth," Senator," Ganondorf quipped, darkly.

Rhoam turned bright red, before trying to cover his indignation and pure humiliation with a slight chuckle. "Ah, sometimes she does take after her mother. You know, she was rather stubborn and determined to defy her destiny as well."

Her father's casual remark about her mother struck a nerve with Zelda. "Don't speak about mother like that!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. She couldn't stand how he casually spoke about her mother like she was just some passing figurehead. It was disrespectful to her memory and to her legacy.

Ganondorf observed her outburst with a sneer. "Rather feisty too," he mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It seems your daughter has a bit of fire in her spirit."

Rhoam's eyes widened, and he let out a laugh. It was nervous, and high-pitched, and threaded with uncertainty. "Doesn't she just?"

Zelda clenched her glass so tightly, she thought it might actually shatter. "Well it would appear I have to, you know, seeing as I have such an unsupportive. difficult and rather dysfunctional family."

"Hush, love," her father whispered. "You don't want to cause a scene, do you?"

Zelda felt her fingers curl, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms and nearly drawing blood. She took a deep breath, looking away from Ganondorf and his unnerving intent gaze. "Cause a scene?" she hissed. "How is speaking my own mind causing a scene?"

Ganondorf gave her a cold, predatory stare. "I've changed my mind, Senator. I believe your daughter may be just what this senate needs. In fact she does indeed have some worthy opinions and attributes."

Zelda felt uncomfortable with the way Ganondrof was looking at her. A certain creepy deviance spread across his face. One that spoke of carnal, depravity and...lust.

"Well I'll be taking my leave. So many things to organize and so little precious time to do it. Remember, Senator, you have those upcoming speeches later tonight."

"Oh yes." Rhoam tapped his pocket. "I have the notes you prepared for me right here."

Ganondorf gave a wide grin and then walked away, mingling with the other guests.

Zelda looked up at her father, anger and annoyance beginning to build in her chest. She threw her hands up in disbelief. "Father! Why didn't you say anything?"

Once the advisor was well out of earshot, Rhoam turned to her, his eye ablaze with fury. "Control your emotions, daughter!" he reprimanded. "You will not allow your temper to flare up that in front of Ganondorf ever again! It's rather unbecoming of you, Zelda. You were born into this family, and with those privileges come expectations, I expect you to uphold."

"And I'm not going to stand by and allow you to spread filthy lies and disrespect mother ever again! I'm also not going to permit you to parade me around a room full of wrinkly, perverted old men."

Without warning, Rhoam swung his arm and slapped her hard across the cheek. "Learn your place, you insolent brat!" he growled. "I will not tolerate this disobedience."

Her feet stumbled as she hesitantly backed away from him, her hand flying to her cheek in an attempt to soothe the burning pain. Zelda continued to stare up at her father with a mix of fear, shock and disbelief. She had to swallow, briefly, to stifle the tremor in her voice as she spoke again. "Why did you do that?"

There was a brief silence between the two of them, before her father spoke, a tiny slither of guilt now spread across his face. He realized that was harsher then necessary, yet he still wasn't willing to admit any wrongdoing. "Now, look what you've made me do! This is your fault, Zelda!"

Her brow furrowed in tension, a testament at the thoughts running rampant in her skull and the the anger boiling up inside of her gut. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU AND I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!"

A/N More to come...