As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting ominous shadows across the grand halls of Hyrule Castle, Ganondorf led Zelda through the dimly lit corridors, as he explained it to her earlier they were going to meet Hylian elit. The air was heavy with tension as they approached the throne room, where the gathering took place.
The throne room, illuminated only by flickering torches, seemed to pulsate with an eerie energy. Dark tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of conquest and domination, while the imposing figure of Ganondorf cast a foreboding shadow over the assembled guests.
Zelda's heart sank deeper with every step she took as she glanced at the faces of the Hylian elite. High-ranking officials, their once noble countenances now twisted with fear, darted nervous glances at Ganondorf, their forced smiles failing to mask their inner turmoil. Nobility, their extravagant attire a facade for the trepidation that gnawed at their souls, exchanged hushed whispers as they stole furtive glances at the Gerudo king. Military leaders, their proud bearing tainted by the knowledge of their compromised allegiance, stood rigidly at attention, their eyes betraying a mixture of resignation and apprehension. Traitors and opportunists lurked among the crowd, their eyes gleaming with greed as they eagerly sought favor from the evil leader's regime. Their allegiance to Hyrule a distant memory, they now vied for the crumbs of power and influence that fell from the king's table. Each guest bore the weight of their own secrets and sins, bound to Ganondorf by chains of fear, coercion, or ambition.
Beside the demon king, his soon to be bride stood rigid and emotionless, her heart threatened to shatter with every minute passing. She knew that her presence here was not merely ceremonial but a calculated display of the evil monarch's power over Hyrule and its people.
With a mere gesture from the Gerudo monarch, the room fell silent as he addressed the assembled elites. His voice, cold and commanding, echoed off the stone walls, sending shivers down the princess' spine.
"My loyal subjects," the Gerudo warlord began, his words dripping with malice. "Today, I stand before you to introduce the woman who will share my throne and my life. Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, is not only my royal bride but also the symbol of our unity, the final testament to the triumph of power over weakness. Together, we shall forge a new era for Hyrule, one where loyalty is rewarded and dissent is crushed beneath the weight of our dominion. So I bid you to welcome her with open arms, for her presence among us signifies the dawn of a glorious age."
As Ganondorf spoke, Zelda felt a chill run down her spine. She knew that her union with him was a dark omen for Hyrule, a sign of the kingdom's submission to his tyrannical rule. The guests shifted uneasily, their eyes darting nervously between Ganondorf and Zelda.
The soon-to-be queen lowered her head in defeat. As her soon-to-be husband noticed it, a dark and twisted grin spread across his face. He leaned down and whispered in a low and menacing voice: "Oh, no, my little butterfly, don't lower your head. Keep your chin up and look me in the eyes. Remember, you're my royal bride and the future queen of Hyrule. Be proud of your status and your role."
The crown princess had no other choice but to nod slowly, as she averted her gaze, unable to process her own inner turmoil. Ganondorf continued to stroke her long, flowing golden hair. He seemed to be enjoying her vulnerable state, relishing the fact that she was still unable to fully understand what had just happened. His fingers glided through her locks, his touch warm and gentle. He stared at her with a twisted grin, his burning eyes full of satisfaction and amusement. This moment was all about him, his power and control. She felt a surge of humiliation and despair as a rush of raw emotions overwhelmed her.
The rest of the evening was an uneventful affair, with the Gerudo monarch enjoying the role of a loving and caring partner while the poor princess struggled with her emotions. His every touch seemed gentle and affectionate, a stark contrast to his violent and manipulative nature. In some ways, it was like two completely different sides of the same person. One moment he was the brutal leader of a powerful empire, the next he was a gentle and caring partner who wanted nothing more than to please her. Her feelings towards him were equally mixed, a mix of comfort and resentment filling her heart. The captive bride joined the dark king at the banquet table with the assembled elite. Ganondorf kept up a steady stream of conversation, sharing his thoughts and plans for Hyrule's future and his excitement about his upcoming nuptials. He seemed eager to display his new bride to the world and to demonstrate his dominance and power over the kingdom. Zelda sat through the rest of the evening in silence, too overwhelmed and exhausted to participate in the festivities.
The banquet table was a whirl of activity and excitement with the assembled elite of the new tyrant king's rule gathered with great anticipation and admiration for the upcoming nuptials. The evil king basked in the attention and admiration of his followers. Yet amidst the fervor, the Hylian princess remained a silent and distant figure, her presence marked by a heavy silence that mirrored the weight of her emotions. Overwhelmed and disheartened, she found herself unable to engage in the festivities, her mind consumed by a tumultuous blend of confusion and dread as she grappled with the reality of her circumstances.
Each passing minute at the banquet table stretched on endlessly for her, each moment a painful reminder of the events that had unfolded. Confusion and trepidation tangled within her, weaving a suffocating web around her thoughts as she remained in silent observance while Ganondorf commanded the attention of all. His presence exuded authority and supremacy, every gesture a proclamation of his dominance. Yet, amidst his intimidating aura, he displayed an unexpected tenderness towards her, a stark contrast to his cruel nature. Trapped in a surreal nightmare, she felt the weight of his gaze like shackles, the evening dragging on with agonizing slowness.
Until the banquet finally ended without incident which made Zelda feel relieved. As the ceremony concluded, the doors of the throne room creaked open, revealing the ominous darkness of Hyrule night beyond. The kingdom laid shrouded in silence, its people cowed into submission by the specter of Ganondorf's rule.
For the Hylian lady, the moment was suffocating, she was aware that her union with the evil warlord was a necessary evil that would serve as a symbol of Hyrule's submission to his rule thereby protecting her people. However, she also understood the aversion and terror it created. The moment felt suffocating, the silence of her kingdom weighing heavily on her shoulders. She felt trapped by Ganondorf's power and control, and her heart swelled with fear and sorrow for her people. The evening had been a rollercoaster of emotions, the princess was glad to see the end of the evening, and her exhaustion and fatigue continued to cloud her mind. The Hylian woman prayed that the remainder of the night would be uneventful and peaceful rather than the emotional and chaotic affair of the previous hours.
The Hylian soon-to-be queen cautiously requested permission from the Gerudo monarch to retreat for a bath. While he seemed to be in a twisted jovial mood, fueled by the display of his dominance, power and control over her people and the capture of Hyrule's most precious symbol: herself. The evil king granted his future bride the solitary respite she sought. Zelda retreated to the bathing suite, where the calming waters offered solace, allowing the weight of dismay, and sorrow to gradually dissolve. In this secluded oasis of relaxation and tranquility, she found a safe and relaxing interlude from the chaotic atmosphere of Ganondorf's celebration and the emotional turmoil of the day's events. The warm embrace of the water was both soothing and comforting, gently easing away the burden that had weighed heavily upon the heiress to the Hylian throne. With each passing moment, a sense of serenity enveloped her, and she surrendered to the blissful release of exhaustion and fatigue.
The bathing suite offered sanctuary to the soon-to-be-queen, providing a refuge where she could shed the lingering tensions, stresses, and the tumultuous emotions that besieged her. Immersed in the tranquil waters, she felt a gradual release, her body finding a measure of refreshment amid the warmth and soothing embrace. She savored the sensation of weightlessness, the soft caress of the water soothing her senses. With each passing moment, she felt the tension in her muscles dissolve, replaced by a faint sense of serenity. Yet, beneath the surface calm, a storm of emotions raged within her, turmoil threatening to engulf her fragile peace. Desperate to escape this nightmare, her mind wandered to a vision of an alternate reality. In this imagined future, she pictured herself liberated and autonomous, she could almost taste the sweetness of freedom and joy, the imagined scenes playing out vividly in her mind's eye; her parents were alive and brimming with pride, and her beloved Link was by her side, embarking on countless adventures together. As Zelda surrendered to her reverie, the salty taste of tears mingled with the warmth of the water cascading down her cheeks, a bitter reminder of her despair. The sound of her muffled sobs echoed in the otherwise silent chamber, a haunting melody of sorrow. Each tear felt like a heavy raindrop, splashing against the surface of the water with a soft pitter-patter, creating ripples that distorted her reflection, mirroring the turmoil within her soul. The weight of her grief pressed down on her chest like a suffocating blanket, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to compose herself. Suddenly, the tranquility of the moment shattered like fragile glass as Ganondorf's presence intruded upon her solitude. The scent of his cologne hung heavy in the air, mingling with the steam rising from the water, suffusing the room with a heady, oppressive aura. The sight of him standing in the doorway sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her pulse pounding in her ears like a drumbeat of dread. His gaze, intense and penetrating, seemed to sear through her skin, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. A chill swept over her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as his eyes bore into her with an unsettling mix of desire and domination.
Her heart leaped into her throat as she realized what was happening. Overtaken by a feeling of fear, dread and shame, Zelda hurried to finish rinsing off and quickly got out of the bathing suite. She scurried to wrap herself in a bathing robe, while the Gerudo king continued watching her appraisingly."My darling" her purred, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Why do you hide your beautiful face behind these tears of sadness? Are you not happy to be my royal bride, my future queen?"
Ganondorf's words seemed to be mocking and condescending, his words were like a razor sharp dagger stabbing into the crown princess' heart and twisting it painfully, his mischievous stare was like a burning inferno on her skin.
Zelda's skin prickled with shame as she sensed Ganondorf's predatory gaze lingering on her, igniting a visceral reaction of alarm and discomfort. The acrid taste of fear coated her tongue, accompanied by a metallic tang of dread that seemed to permeate the air around her. Her pulse quickened, a frantic rhythm echoing in her ears like the beat of distant war drums, as she grappled with the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and helplessness. The weight of his scrutiny pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket, suffusing her with a deep-seated agony that twisted her insides into knots. Every fiber of her being screamed with protest, her heart heavy with the burden of her losses and the injustice of her plight. As she stood before him in her bathrobe, she felt exposed and pathetic, her very essence laid bare for his inspection. His words, dripping with malice and contempt, reverberated in her mind like a relentless assault on her sanity, each syllable driving another nail into the coffin of her shattered world. "I don't understand," she managed to choke out, her voice barely a whisper against the oppressive silence of the room, "you killed my family, my friends, and destroyed my kingdom... Do you expect me to accept this whole situation with no feelings of sorrow or grief?"
Ganondorf's cold gaze bore into her, stripping away any semblance of hope or solace. His words, devoid of empathy or remorse, cut through her like a blade, leaving her feeling hollow and empty."You may not understand it now," he replied, his voice cold like ice, "but one day you will see that everything I've done has been for the Greater good." the weight of his words was crushing, suffocating her with a sense of utter despair and powerlessness. Zelda felt like a puppet on strings, manipulated and controlled by forces beyond her comprehension, trapped in a nightmarish reality from which she could never escape. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to hold back the overwhelming tide of pain and misery that threatened to consume her. She felt like a ship lost at sea, adrift in a vast ocean of despair, with no beacon of hope to guide her through the darkness. echoing in her mind like a ceaseless, unending torture. All hope of salvation, all desire for comfort and peace, all feeling of joy and purpose was ripped out of her and trampled underfoot. The evil king's words left her utterly barren, devoid of all happiness, and filled her with a bottomless pit of agony and despair.
The silence enveloped the room, suffocating in its intensity. Zelda stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the king of evil before her. With a sudden resolve, she pivoted on her heel and strode out of the bathing suite, leaving Ganondorf to his solitary presence. Each step she took echoed in the hollow corridors as she made her way towards her private chamber, her movements deliberate yet haunting, like a specter drifting through the castle's halls.
Zelda hurriedly slipped into her nightclothes, her movements marked by a sense of urgency as she struggled with the fabric. The fireplace remained unlit, its hearth empty and cold, a stark reminder of her solitude. With no servant or maid to attend to the fire, she resigned herself to leaving her hair damp and sought solace beneath the covers of her bed. Wrapped in darkness, she attempted to escape the turmoil of the day, only to be startled by the sound of a familiar voice, its tones carrying both icy authority and a hint of unexpected kindness. "Sleeping like that will only make you ill, my dear princess."
Ganondorf's voice once again broke into her consciousness, invading her thoughts and shattering the brief sense of peace that she had managed to find. She felt the cold and ruthless edge to his voice filled with a strange and twisted sense of care and affection and sat up quickly, realizing that she left her hair wet and exposed.
Feeling frustrated and annoyed adding to the feeling of loss, the soon-to-be queen turned towards him and answered bitterly: "I can't dry them...unfortunately, someone has emptied the castle, so my maid in waiting is no longer here to help me"
"Oh," he answers sarcastically and spitefully, "my apologies princess, I didn't know Hyruleans were so incapable to do a measly task such as drying their own hair by themselves, such a tragedy!"
"Hylians!" The royal lady rectified sharply.
The captive lady was momentarily engulfed by a surge of anger and disbelief at his mockery, feeling the sting of his rude and condescending demeanor. The fleeting sense of care and affection that had briefly surfaced in his earlier words now morphed into bitter and ruthless contempt. Zelda couldn't shake the feeling of being admonished like a child by a petulant parent.
Unable to contain her own temper, the Hylian throne heiress retorted spitefully, "Well, at least Hylians don't slaughter innocent people's families and friends, or forcibly take daughters as brides! Now, that would be truly tragic and abhorrent, wouldn't it?" Ganondorf's golden amber eyes flared with anger and fury, their hue shifting momentarily to a menacing red. As she witnessed his transition from arrogance to a threatening, mad rage, the princess felt her breath hitch in her throat, her heart plummeting like a stone. She trembled uncontrollably with dread and horror.
Zelda's eyes widened with alarm as she witnessed the telltale signs of Ganondorf's mounting fury, his features contorted into a mask of seething rage. The air around them crackled with tension, thick with the acrid scent of impending violence that set her nerves on edge. She could feel the weight of his wrath bearing down on her, a palpable force that seemed to press against her very skin, suffocating her with its intensity. The sight of him, looming over her like a dark specter of death, sent a chill racing down her spine, prickling her skin with goosebumps of dread. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to escape the clutches of this malevolent presence before it was too late. But she remained rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty as she watched the familiar, manipulative and charming Ganondorf turning into a terrifying, demonic entity.
"Indeed, tragic, isn't it?" he says in sinister, calm and velvet voice full of malice and contempt "Your people have done worse than that...raping and killing my sisters...killing children...pillaging our sacred temples"His expression became demonic in its intensity, as though his wrath has risen to the surface like a boiling cauldron of hellfire. The Hylian royal lady felt overwhelmed with panic and terror while his expression became even more enraged and evil as he walked towards her slowly. Ganondorf was seething with fury at her boldness. His anger seemed to radiate madness and hatred, making her body shiver uncontrollably with fright. The future Hylian queen realize that her boldness was a terrible mistake, Her skin prickled with an icy sensation of dread, every nerve on edge as she felt the chilling touch of fear crawl down her spine like icy fingers. The sound of his voice, laced with venomous rage and contempt, reverberated in her ears like a thunderous roar, drowning out all other sounds and filling her with a sense of profound unease. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the erratic rhythm echoing the frantic beat of her pulse as terror gripped her in its icy embrace. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, her body betrayed her, trembling with the overwhelming sense of helplessness and foreboding that threatened to consume her whole. The evil king's expression hardened into a cruel and vindictive look as he continued his tirade, his voice filled with rage and contempt."The Hylians' cruelty and barbaric atrocities are known throughout our land...their senseless and brutal conquest of the Gerudo tribe has left my people broken and destitute...our sacred shrines desecrated, our ancient temples destroyed, our children taken away to be slaves...you have no idea of the horrors that you and your people have inflicted upon us, do you?"
As Ganondorf's rage reached its peak, Zelda felt a surge of panic coursing through her veins. She knew she had provoked him, but the sheer magnitude of his fury was beyond anything she had anticipated. With a guttural roar, Ganondorf lunged forward, his hand outstretched as if to strike her. Instinctively, she recoiled, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the blow. But instead of striking her, the evil lord stopped just short of her, his hand hovering in the air like a coiled serpent. His eyes bore into hers, his gaze burning with an intensity that made her feel like she was being consumed by a whirlwind of hellfire. For a long moment, they stood locked in a silent, tense standoff. The air was thick with unspoken words and unbridled tension, then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Ganondorf lowered his hand, the rage in his eyes giving way to something else entirely."You are fortunate, Princess," he said, his voice low and menacing, "Fortunate that I have chosen to spare you, despite your insolence." The soon-to-be queen swallowed hard, her throat dry and constricted with fear. She knew it... She had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death. But she also knew that Ganondorf's mercy came with strings attached.
"I... I am sorry," Zelda stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I did not mean to anger you. Please, forgive me." The tyrant king expression softened slightly at her apology, though the glint of malice remained in his eyes. "Apology accepted, Princess," he replied, his tone tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction. "But remember this: your actions have consequences. And if you ever dare to defy me again..."He let the threat hang in the air, the unspoken promise of retribution lingering like a dark cloud over her head.
his gaze was still locked on hers, his golden eyes glimmering with sadistic enjoyment of her fear and discomfort."I am forgiving, Princess," he continued softly, his tone tinged with a sense of self-satisfaction"...For now."
Ganondorf took a step closer, his presence suddenly becoming overwhelmingly menacing, Zelda's heart sank at the implication of his words. She knew that Ganondorf's mercy was conditional, and that she was walking on thin ice with every word she spoke. As the evil Gerudo took a step closer, she felt a wave of overwhelming menace wash over her. His towering presence loomed over the room, enveloping her in its oppressive gravity. The princess's throat tightened with fear, every swallow felt like a struggle against the dryness constricting her, every instinct screamed at her to flee, to escape the clutches of this dark and dangerous monster before it was too late. But she knew that there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from Ganondorf's relentless pursuit. Trapped in his web of power and control, she could only pray for the strength to endure whatever horrors he had in store for her.
Ganondorf continued to lean in closer and closer to her, his eyes piercing like arrows, his breath warm and intoxicating on her skin, his voice growing quieter with each word he whispers: "You are mine, Princess. Always mine." With that sinister and threatening whisper, he pulled her into his arms as she felt the overwhelming pressure of his body against her own. Zelda's heart pounded in her chest as the tyrant king pulled her into his arms, she trembled beneath his touch, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, dread, and a strange, unsettling sense of relief. Ganondorf's eyes glinted with a ruthless desire, his gaze filled with a lustful intent that made her skin crawl. Yet, she knew that she was powerless to resist him, trapped in his grasp like a helpless prey ensnared by a predator. While Ganondorf's hold tightened around her, she braced herself for whatever fate awaited her in the arms of this dark and dangerous man. The soon-to-be queen prayed silently for strength and resilience, knowing that she would need every ounce of courage to survive the trials that lay ahead.
The king of evil's grip tightened even more, his body pressing close against hers in a suffocating embrace, his hot breath blowing against the princess' skin. It was as though the Gerudo leader's desire for her was a force of nature, an unstoppable and irresistible force that would crush all resistance. The courage and defiance Zelda had earlier came back to her, as an array of hope blossomed within her. The Hylian royal refused to let herself be swallowed by him. This time she would resist him, her body was limp and she became silent, he wouldn't receive a single reaction from her this time through his touch. Ganondorf felt her resistance like a sharp prick against his skin, as his expression of glutinous lust became clouded with annoyance and exasperation, and then it his expression turned into a dangerous cold determination, his eyes hardened into an icy stare, his features contorted into a mask of Indomitable willpower. The challenge to his authority, to his desire to possess and control the Hylian princess, ignited a furious rage within him. Impatience surged through his veins like molten lava, fueling his determination to break her will. With a brutal grasp, Ganondorf tightened his grip around her, his body pressing against her own with relentless force. His hands became vices, crushing her into submission, refusing to allow even the slightest hint of resistance.
Zelda could feel the cold and ruthless determination radiating from his body as he crushed and squeezed her ruthlessly into compliance. Yet, force didn't work to make her submit, The Hylian lady felt his anger and frustration arising. Finally, a slow lurid smile took over his feature; aan expression akin to a child solving a monumental puzzle, only more sinister and frightening due to its malevolent nature. "Of course sweet let's make it more pleasurable for you" He said spitefully. The royal woman squirmed with embarrassment, shame, and building arousal, as Ganondorf touch became intricately more sensual reaching places she didn't even know could provide such sensation. By now, the evil monarch was familiar with her own body and knew exactly what touch would feel best for her. While he sensed his soon-to-be bride slowly shatter, a smug twisted smile settled on his face. The captive princess shut her eyes and lips tightly, but it was too late, he reached the point of no return.
Despite her best efforts to resist, Zelda couldn't deny the electric currents of pleasure coursing through her veins. His hands, skilled and knowing, traced tantalizing paths across her skin, igniting fires of sensations with each caress. Her breath hitched in her throat as he explored her most intimate desires, his touch awakening intense feelings; more intense than anything the young princess knew before. With each passing moment, Ganondorf pushed her further and further beyond her limits, his smirk growing more sinister with each gasp and moan that escaped her lips. He relished in her vulnerability, in her surrender to the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume her whole. The vessel of wisdom's mind reeled as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, her body aching for release. She closed her eyes tightly, desperate to escape the overwhelming sensations that threatened to engulf her. But Ganondorf showed no mercy, his touch relentless and unyielding as he brought her to the brink of oblivion. With a final, triumphant smirk, he pushed her over the edge, sending her spiraling into a whirlwind of overwhelming ecstasy and pleasure. As she surrendered to the overwhelming bliss, her entire body shivering with delight. the fallen princess realized with a sinking feeling that she had lost control of herself completely, and in that moment of weakness, she knew that the dark king had won, that she was powerless to resist his dark and twisted desires, she had become a slave to his lust. But to her utter dismay, that feeling of vulnerability and surrender only heightened her pleasure and excitement as the tyrant king relished in the sense of control that he had over her. She was lost in the throes of passion.
"Oh!" The royal lady gasped, her face flushing with heat as Ganondorf enveloped her completely with his body, his elbows resting on either side of her head as his hips began to move in a steady, languid rhythm. Heat surged through her sensitive areas as he pressed into her deeply, finding the achingly pleasurable spot inside her, while nipping at her neck, eliciting moans from the princess. The Gerudo warlord's deep golden eyes locked onto hers as he moved within her, his thrusts quickening and causing her to gasp. His gaze, flickering down to her quivering mouth, burned with intensity. Zelda's senses were overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling her completely with each powerful thrust, her back arching in response, her nails digging into the fabric beneath her as she surrendered to the consuming pleasure. Ganondorf's lips found her neck again, trailing hot kisses along her skin, each touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her veins eliciting loud moans ofecstasy from her as waves of pleasure coursed through her entire being. His touch ignited a fire within her, spreading warmth and ecstasy throughout her body, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. His movements became more urgent, driving her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared climax. The Hylian princess met his gaze with desire and desperation, her body ignited with need as she gave herself over to the intoxicating rhythm of their passion. The Gerudo monarch groaned and grunted as her body responded favorably to his touch, locking his mouth on hers ravenously stifling her wail of pleasure as they both spiraled into an intense climax, their bodies shivering and twitching uncontrollably from the euphoria. They collapsed into a breathless, satisfied heap, the warmth and sensations of climax gradually subsiding. In that moment, they lay together, breathless and spent, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. Zelda couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness wash over her as she lay beside her soon-to-be husband, utterly satisfied and fulfilled in a way she had never experienced before, wanting nothing more than to hold onto that feeling forever, as if there was nothing that she needed but her soon-to-be husband.
Ganondorf turned towards his soon-to-be wife, still slightly breathless, and spoke: "Well, I believe your hair is still wet, my sweet." Strangely, Zelda noticed his voice was devoid of arrogance or malice it was content, almost tender and caring, she looked at him with questioning eyes. he smirked, snapped his fingers and, to her utter surprise, her hair dried up instantly "Th...thanks..." the Hylian princess muttered, she laid there in the arms of the dark king, a man who was feared, powerful, and ruthless. Yet, at this moment, there was a sense of tenderness and compassion that was unexpected and comforting. Zelda felt grateful for it, and as sleep claimed her, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was a tiny ember of humanity buried deep within him. There was no knowing what the future held, but at this moment, she was contented and satisfied in the arms of Evil king.