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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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At some point in the future, Zelda came awake, feeling the light pressure of a hand on her shoulder. She shifted, and the hand withdrew, Link shifting on the bed behind him. "Are you alright? You've been unconscious for hours."

She opened her eyes to almost total darkness. There was just enough light coming from the starlight outside and the warding spell on the window for her to see the barest outlines of things. Link was sitting beside her, his posture looking as if he wanted to lean over her but didn't want to scare her. His features were gilded faintly silver in the starlight, not enough to see his expression. "I'm fine," she said, licking dry lips and rubbing at her forehead. She had a faint headache from overuse of magic, but it was already fading. "I didn't want to leave you that badly damaged."

"That was incredible, by the way," he said. "I mean, I've been healed by potions and fairies before, but… that was something else. It was so gentle I didn't realize what you were doing at first. All of a sudden I could breathe again and you were falling over." He was more talkative at night… probably because she couldn't see his expressive face.

"I didn't realize I'd used that much energy," she said ruefully. "I meant to stop before I passed out… was there any water in that basin?"

"Yes," Link said, getting out of bed carefully so he didn't jostle her. If there had been anywhere else in the room to sit, anything else to occupy himself, she might have taken exception to him continuing to stay in the bed with her. But really, the room was small, unfurnished, and boring… what else was he supposed to do but nap?

When he came back with a small goblet of water and what smelled like a slice of bread with cheese, she sighed happily, taking a judicious sip of the water and starting in on the food. It wasn't the freshest bread or the sharpest cheese, but it filled her belly and made her feel almost immediately better. "A servant came by just before nightfall with some food and water, and emptied the pot. I suppose I've been in worse prisons," Link said.

"I wonder how long the good treatment will last?" she mused, drinking the last of her water after offering Link a sip. "Especially since a dungeon stay was threatened."

"We'll find out soon enough," he said, taking the goblet away, from the sounds of it, setting it by the door. "Did you find any weaknesses in this place when you were held here before?"

They talked for about an hour, judging by the movement of the stars, about possible escapes, plans, speculations on what they were being held for, questions about each other's abilities. Partway through a discussion of Zelda trying to use magic to shift Link's form back to a wolf so he'd have natural weapons to use in a fight, her headache returned, necessitating another rest. She admonished Link to rest as well, since they'd both probably need all the rest they could get, and he still had a lot of healing to do.

Sunlight woke them next, and a soft sound of a door opening. Link put a protective hand on Zelda's shoulder, but relaxed as the person was revealed to be a maid, quiet and efficient. A momentary thought of trying to rush past her was discounted with the view of several armed and armoured guards outside of the door. While she looked a few times at the two captives, she refused to speak to them, just depositing another cup of water on the ground by door along with a pair of small apples and another hunk of cheese.

Since her attempts to engage the maid in conversation hadn't done anything useful, Zelda stood up, going to pick up the meagre breakfast. "Must be under orders not to speak to us," she said, handing Link his share, glaring at him when he tried to give her extra food.

"But at least they're still feeding us," he said, taking a bite of the fruit. It wasn't the worst of the kitchen scraps either… nothing fancy, but the kind of meal any average Hylian might start their day with. This was the strangest place he'd ever been held captive. It felt like they were staying in an oddly restrictive inn rather than a prison.

"Which begs the question why we're in such a situation," Zelda sighed, sipping the water. "I'm not sure I like his speech about us being his guests…"

"He might have political use for you," Link said, although he looked faintly uncomfortable talking about it. "You know, if you… if he… " His complete inability to continue the sentence said it all.

"Goddess, I hope not," she said with a shudder. "I have no wish to become that man's consort. He has… just… no. No." He was a brutal lover, uncaring of his partner, pushing her past her endurance, past every defense she tried to raise against him. It had been almost a relief when he finally invaded her body and mind for the last time, using her as a puppet against Link and Midna.

Although Link didn't know anything of what he'd done to her while holding her spirit and body captive, he could guess from the way she withdrew, her arms wrapping about her waist. "I won't let him touch you," he said firmly, sounding almost brash in his reassurance.

She smiled wanly at him. "You're sweet. But I doubt you'll have any say in the matter. And with luck, it won't come up." Not that she believed it.

"I mean it. We're going to get through this, alright?" he said, reaching out to grab her hand. She squeezed his fingers softly, and nodded, busying herself with the last of her breakfast as she composed herself.

By the time Ganondorf arrived at their room, she was calm and ready to face him again, reassured by Link's presence beside her. They were both standing, not liking any of the implications of sitting on a bed while speaking to him. He appeared to be suffering no ill effects from their previous encounter today, looking as tall and imposing as ever, even out of his armor. Instead, he had rich black clothing, patterned with bronze-tinted embroidery and tailored closely so show off his warrior's strength. His hands were conspicuously bare to show the Triforce marking him as a chosen of the Goddess. His forehead was bare now and hair more simply arranged, and the only jewelry he wore anchored his cape to his shoulders. Intimately familiar with the careful way those in power cultivated their appearance, Zelda had grudging respect for the image he presented, one of a noble, powerful, born-to-be leader, but one who wished peace, and didn't flaunt his wealth while the country lay in war-torn shambles.

"I see you've both breakfasted. I hope you're comfortable," he said, his tone pleasant but his expression leering as he looked at them.

"What do you want from us?" Zelda asked, ignoring the insincere pleasantries.

"And here I'd expected the former regent of Hyrule to be diplomatic," he said dryly. "Very well, right to the point. I have several things I wish from you. First, and of most interest to you, I'm sure, is that I would like your assistance stabilizing the kingdom."

Ganondorf smiled at the looks of disbelief on both of their faces. "I can see you don't believe me. It's true… I could do this without your help. I could bring in the Gerudo bandit tribes, I could force the Twilit to do my bidding, and take over the kingdom by force, subjugating your people as second class citizens or slaves. But I'm sure you would rather peace, wouldn't you, Zelda?"

She shuddered inwardly at the overly familiar use of her name. "Obviously," she said. "And how exactly do you plan for us to… assist you?"

"Speaking in support of my regime. Becoming advisors, or perhaps a general would be more suited to your skills," he said, glancing to Link. "I know well that the Hylian people think highly of both of you. And while showing mercy and keeping you alive despite your stalwart attempts to kill me has won me some credibility among the masses… think how much more stable my regime would be with your support."

Zelda was silent for a while, Link staying just as quiet beside her. This was her field of expertise, her kingdom to decide the fate of. After much deliberation, she simply said, "This cannot be your only request." It was too beneficial to her and Link, when it would be nearly as easy for him to take over by force. Even if he intended to force her into a political marriage, it was too good of a deal.

Ganondorf's smile widened. "You are right, of course. Although you really must stop thinking of them as requests… and more of requirements. I want you both to do as I say, when I say it, regardless of what I demand from you. If you do not… I will punish you. And do remember… as long as the country is recovering, unsure of its new government, people suffer, go hungry… fall prey to raids, chaos… it would be in your best interests to come to terms with your new circumstances as quickly as possible."

"I can hardly give public addresses garbed like this," Zelda said, clenching her teeth. She didn't expect her crown back, but a proper dress, the ribbons to braid her hair with… those kind of things were expected from rulers. Certainly, nobody would listen to a deposed queen in what amounted to undergarments.

He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "That is true, you cannot. Of course… I can hardly trust you to be seen in public yet either. You'll both have to be far more used to obeying my commands before that day comes."

Link folded his arms. "And what commands do you have to give us right now, o powerful Lord of Hyrule?" he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

He realized later that possibly he shouldn't have been quite so flippant. Ganondorf turned to face him directly, clearly pondering what the best course of action would be. It was only a matter of moments before that wicked smile spread across his face again. "Strip her," he said, nodding his head towards Zelda.

There was a moment of dead silence before both of them erupted in furious protest, Zelda shrieking in offended, terrified fury, Link embarrassed and protective. Ganondorf listened for a few seconds before raising his voice above both of theirs. "Then if you don't, I will!" he shouted, reaching half-heartedly for Zelda. She scrambled back from him franticly but hit the bed almost immediately, her screams dying off, her eyes enormous and vulnerable as she turned to Link.

He swallowed, shaking his head at her quietly pleading look. She glanced over her shoulder at Ganondorf, who was tapping his fingers together and watching her with undisguised hunger. Shuddering visibly now, she turned away from him, looking back to Link. "Please, Link… if it's a choice between your hands and his, there's no question which I'd prefer…" seeing his reluctance, she snapped, "Damn you Link, you promised!" Despite the anger of her tone, her eyes were still pleading with him, barely holding her fear and revulsion in check.

Ganondorf reached for her again, his hand closing on her arm while his fingers went for the ties on the back of her gown. She stifled a gasp, biting her lip as she stared imploringly at Link. Finally realizing that refusing to cooperate wasn't going to stop this from happening, he set his jaw, resolving to keep this as painless for her as possible. He stepped forwards, grabbing her shoulders protectively and drawing her away from Ganondorf, who let her go with an amused expression on his face.

Zelda drew in a shuddering sigh, relieved more than she really should be, considering the circumstances. Link's hands were infinitely careful and gentle with her, slowly unlacing the ties that ran from the back of her neck to the widest part of her hips. He positioned her so her back was facing Ganondorf, and she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder, her cheeks flushed red and unwilling to look at either of the men in the room. Link glowered at Ganondorf over her shoulder as he loosened the laces down past her shoulder blades, following the graceful curve of her back. He hated the wanton way he leered at her body, the way his eyes travelled down, following Link's hands. He slowed, hesitating briefly as he reached her waist.

It only took Ganondorf reaching his hand towards Zelda's waist for Link to hurriedly resume, not wanting to give him the excuse to take over. He felt his own cheeks flush as he slid his hands lower, over the subtly softer flesh below her waist, relieved when he reached the end of the lacing. At least he was relieved until he realized now he'd actually have to take it off. She straightened up, glancing at him and nodding ever so slightly before closing her eyes.

Link didn't know where to look. It felt awkward to look down at Zelda as his hands slid the soft white linen down off her shoulders, slipping first one sleeve off, than the other. It was almost as bad to stare at Ganondorf as he eased her dress down over her chest, immensely relived to feel a silky shift under his fingers instead of bare skin. Even at that, he jerked his hand away as though it was burned as his fingers brushed the soft, round curve of her breast, and he slid the rest of her dress down quickly before he could hesitate, kneeling on the ground in front of her, feeling her hands briefly on his shoulders as she stepped out of the garment. Not sure what to do with it, he laid it carefully on the bed, then looked back at Ganondorf, mouth tight with repressed fury and embarrassment.

"Keep going," he said softly, his golden eyes narrowed and a quiet, pleased smile on his lips. Link glowered at him, hating that soft, disturbingly intimate tone of voice. He lowered his head briefly, his forehead touching Zelda's, not sure if he was apologizing or reassuring, feeling the urge to say something but unable to think of a phrase that could possibly convey what he wanted to at this moment. His hands dropped down to her waist, gathering the short, silky material and sliding it gently up her body. His hands followed her curves automatically, and he felt her breath catch as he slid the shift up her stomach, over her chest, his knuckles brushing lightly over her breasts. She stood back, her eyes still closed, and raised her arms as he pulled it up over her head.

After glancing at her face to make sure she was alright, Link looked anywhere but at her, carefully folding the shift and laying it fussily on top of her dress, spending time. He was drawn back to the present by Ganondorf's soft voice encouraging him, "Look at her, Link."

He wanted to say that it was with great reluctance that he did, but he was male and she was beautiful, and she was standing right in front of him, needing him only to look down. She was standing straight, still facing him rather than Ganondorf, pink from below her neck up to the tips of her ears. Staring fixedly at a spot on the wall over Link's shoulder, she was standing as determinedly as if she was on the edge of a battlefield instead of naked in a glorified prison cell, her only display of discomfort being her teeth biting into her lower lip.

Link reached forwards almost unawares, infinitely glad that his hand went automatically to her shoulder instead of anywhere lower. Her eyes closed, and she said in a low, seething voice, "You got what you came for. Leave."

"Not… quite yet," Ganondorf said, his voice sounding so pleased with himself he was nearly purring. He stepped forwards and Link pulled Zelda right up against him, his arms wrapping around her back protectively. She leaned willingly into him, twisting her head around to watch Ganondorf's movement, but he was reaching past her instead of to her, picking up her clothing. He leaned down, not quite touching her, inhaling her scent with a pleased rumble before stepping back. He kept walking backwards, his amused, aroused gaze locked with Link's furious glare until the door closed and locked between them.

Zelda let out a shuddering breath and leaned forwards against Link, who now felt exceedingly awkward holding her, his bare chest feeling very conspicuous against her equally bare skin. It had been one thing while Ganondorf was there, and he could at least try to protect her. But now, alone in a locked room with nothing but a bed, he was acutely aware of her naked form pressed to his. Of course, the way her body shuddered, not quite sobbing, just a release of tension, helped to keep any impulses he had under check. He brought one hand firmly to the middle of her back, the other stroking her hair, making reassuring noises and keeping his hips just a little farther back than he had at first. Goddess, this was going to get difficult.
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