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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 4
- 5
- 6
IV
When they reached the mansion, Tatl was outside with the Sheikahs. The two men held torches as the Twili, in her nightgown, watched with wide, terrified eyes her son and husband coming back home together. Kar walked ahead of his father, head down, as the knight behind seemed angrier than ever.
Tatl, seeing her son, ran up to him, calling his name in the middle of the night. The boy didn't look up as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, crying softly.
"I was so worried, Kar! Never disappear like this again!" She pleaded against him.
Behind, Isca stopped walking to stare at the boys' back. Kar could feel the back of his head burn, even through the cloak. Sniffing, Tatl took a step back to take off her son's hood and look at his sorry face. Yet, she gasped when she saw him.
The right half of his face was slightly swollen and the skin around his eye was darker, purplish. His lip had been split. At the base of his hair, there was dried blood, which had also dripped down to his forehead and stopped at his brow.
And on his throat, there was a neat cut. It hadn't been deep enough to hurt any organ. Yet, the mark of the blade was sharp.
"What happened?" She asked, eyes wide, horrified to see her son in such a state.
The boy looked up at her, fear in his forest-green eyes. He didn't find the strength to answer to his mother.
Behind, Mathias and Midna, both in their nightwear, appeared beside the Sheikahs. Midna brought her hands to her mouth while Mathias opened wide eyes as he looked at his older brother.
Behind, Isca growled. "Yes, Kar. Why don't you tell your mother what happened?" He crossed his arms over his broad chest, angry.
The boy froze. "I…" He stopped talking, too afraid to say anything he shouldn't.
Tatl rested her cold hands on the boy's cheek. "You can tell me, Kar." She smiled, tears in her eyes. "I'll take care of you."
The boy blinked back tears. Slowly, he looked down. He couldn't bear to look at his mother. "I… went out at night… Like you told me not to…" His voice was weird, as if he found it hard to articulate properly. "And I went in the slums… and I was attacked… and… and…" He took a deep breath. "Father was there to… save me."
"Gregory was the one who saved your son." Replied Isca, voice as cold as ice.
Tatl's eyes moved from Isca to Kar and back again. "I hope these criminals will be arrested."
Isca held her stare, a fire of anger burning in his eyes. "Of course. Who do you think I am?"
The Twili glared at Isca for the coldness he displayed towards his injured son and herself, before looking at Kar again. "Come home, Kar. We'll see to your wounds, alright?"
Kar nodded and started to walk with his mother, towards the house. Then, he stopped abruptly and turned around to face his father. He met Isca's stare and held it. There was no defiance in his eyes, only pain and fear. "I'm sorry."
Isca did not react. His eyes kept that ice-cold depth. Kar lowered his head and followed his mother again. Soon, the whole family and Sheikahs disappeared into the mansion, leaving Isca alone outside.
The knight stared up at his house. Even if the boy was traumatized, right now, he would eventually regain his temper and talk.
He sighed, a headache growing in his cranium.

Kar was sitting by the big balcony on the second floor. The morning sun was high. The day would be beautiful. Yet, every second seemed heavier than the world to the blonde boy. He hadn't slept that night, even after his wounds had been taken care of.
He couldn't yet swallow what had happened a few hours back. He knew things that he never should have heard about and the secret was too intense for him. A putsch was coming; his father and uncle-like best friend were at the head of the complot. He had even seen that woman –who had nearly killed him- try to seduce his father…
He closed his eyes for a moment. It hurt. All he did was hurting him, right now. He was swollen beyond what he thought he'd be. He brushed his cheek with the tips of his fingers and took his hand away immediately. It hurt too much.
Kar had trained many times and received many blows. But they were training blows… Not real murder attempts in a back alley of the slums past midnight. He never thought it would feel like this, to be attacked. It was a traumatism, as if the world had welcomed him with a punch to the face, screaming: "This is how it really looks like, bastard!"
And Isca. After the boy had been beaten, he had called for his father. And the knight hadn't moved, merely stared down at him. It was Gregory who had helped him to stand up and who had tried to reassure him.
And all Kar was craving for, all that while, was for a fatherly hug.
Then, Isca had rested his iron hand on the boy's shoulder and had announced that they were going home, alone, the two of them. They hadn't talked. Isca kept walking behind his son, his eyes burning the back of his head, and Kar was not sure if it was because he was angry that he had gone out at night or because he had heard things he never should have.
His mother had consoled him. Or tried to. But what he needed, really, was for his father to be there and tell him that it was okay. He had committed a grave mistake and no one could console him, right now, but Isca.
And, so far, the knight had, apparently, no intention to be there for his son.
The door to the balcony opened. Kar looked at it, alerted. Midna appeared, wearing a light dress. She was bringing breakfast. She sat down in front of him and smiled to her brother. Somehow, her presence reassured the boy. She was his elder by a few minutes, yet his elder sister anyway, and she brought the comfort that came with the title.
He smiled as much as he could without grimacing. She served him a plate, which he stared at, but did not touch for a little while. He was not hungry.
Midna looked at her brother, tenderness in her usually cold eyes. "How do you feel?"
He looked down. "Hurt." Tears were gathering into his lids. He felt like he was about to break down and cry like a little girl.
She reached for his hand. He hid it under the table so she wouldn't make contact with him. He was too edgy; felt that it would be too much if she touched him.
Midna looked hurt from his reaction. Yet, she looked at him, ever so softly. "Kar… What you told mom, last night… It wasn't the truth, right?"
Kar stared sharply at her, eyes suddenly larger. He looked like a caged animal. "What do you mean? Of course, I told the truth!"
Midna was surprised by so much aggressiveness. "I was only asking, Kar. No need to react like this. I'm not attacking you."
He kept glaring at her as if she was about to cut his throat before he progressively started to calm down. "Look. I heard stuff yesterday and then I went outside to think about it. And I got attacked in the slums, I don't know why. Gregory and Father were there, happily." Kar looked down at his untouched tea.
"What is it that you heard for you to be this distressed, Kar?"
The boy was quiet a moment. "I heard mom, Sheik, Olwen and Rauru talk about the Master Sword and the Hero and these things in the kitchen yesterday. It bugged me and I went outside to think. Then it happened all so fast…" His voice broke and he shut up.
She looked at her brother as he let his head fall down, hair covering his face. His shoulders shook softly as he tried to cry silently. Midna got up and walked up to Kar, took him into her arms and hugged him tight. "It's over, it's going to be okay."
"No… It won't…" He whispered, between tears. "Father won't forgive me… I said I was sorry and he just kept being angry! He won't even look at me!" The pain was so intense in her brother's hiccupping voice that it brought tears to Midna's eyes.
"Shh, Kar. It's going to be alright." She held him tighter. "If you wish, I'll talk to dad for you."
He shook his head against her. "No. It's fine."
"Kar, if that's what you need-"
He pushed her away and got up. Kar glared down at his sister, the tears had left red lines on his cheeks. "I said it's fine!" He turned around and fled into the mansion.
Midna watched him leave. Usually, she would have been irritated at his reaction. But now, she understood him well. She sat down at the balcony, alone, and stared into the distance, wondering what had truly happened in that alleyway.

Tatl was going through the house's letters more or less absently as her mind was focused on her injured son. If she had been there, she would have killed that monster who had laid their hands on her child.
The mail was mostly addressed to Isca, she had a handwritten note from Zelda for herself and a love letter had been sent to Kar. She discarded the latter.
She found her husband in his study on the second floor of the mansion. Isca was already going through papers he had forgotten a long time ago. She put the letters on top of his work.
"You've got mail." Tatl's voice wasn't cold, but it held no heat. She was very unhappy with Isca's reaction while Kar was bleeding and asking for forgiveness.
He looked up at her, then at his letters. "Thank you."
She sat down behind him in a loveseat to open her own mail. She read it and smiled softly. "Annual ball. Again."
Isca turned on his chair to look at her. "You've just received the invitations?"
She nodded. "It'll do Kar some good to get out the mansion and see other people. Maybe even meet a nice lady, who knows."
Isca looked at her and lowered his gaze. Now, he felt ashamed by his own reaction the night before. The boy hadn't deserved to be treated this way, but the knight had no control over his reaction. He would have slapped him himself if the child hadn't been already pretty injured. "Yes. I hope that'll change his mind." He said, softly.
"You've been harsh, Isca. Too harsh with him. I understand your anger since he disobeyed, but the last thing he needed was for you to be cold with him."
Isca sighed. He looked suddenly very tired. "I know."
"If you won't apologize to him, at least you should forgive him." She stared at him until he found her eyes with his. "He needs you, Isca. You are his father. He knows nothing of what happened back then." Sometimes, Tatl still impressed him. She could be so strong, so powerful and stand her ground like no other women would. "And may I remind you that you said that you would raise the children like yours, when you married me? It's not their fault, if I committed a mistake. If you must hate someone, hate me."
He held her burning gaze a moment before sighing and nodding. "You are right."
She smiled, victorious and sincerely glad to hear him say so, and he knew that it was for Kar's sake and not for the pride of winning an argument against him. "Now, I'll go and tell everyone about the ball." She got up. "I'm counting on you to talk to our son."
Tatl left. Isca stared at her as she did.
His heart ached between the truths he was facing; Kar loved him and needed him, and the boy knew everything and proved to be dangerous.
He didn't know what to do with him.

The day had gone by slowly. Mathias was sitting into his bedroom, staring out the window at the gardens and thinking, wondering what he would have done is Kar had been killed in that alleyway.
He played over and over the scenes, in his head, of that night he had spied on his brother and the girl, of the training session where he had been so close and then… When he had seen Kar so broken and beaten, his heart had sunk and nearly shattered.
He could not lose his brother… He would not endure it. He meant too much to him, he meant salvation of all these things turning and turning into his head, always, and making him obsessed and weird and… And…
And his mind was turning and spinning again as he thought about Kar.
He thought about his brother's injury, about his blood running down his face and wondered what it would be like to hurt him. Just a little bit. Hear him scream and fight back… What it would be like to… possess him…
It aroused him. And it frustrated him to be aroused. Mathias growled.
A part of him loved his deviancies, and a part of him was so ashamed sometimes, he couldn't even stare at his reflection in the mirror. He was, after all, having a big, nasty crush over his brother. And it wasn't a nice little, girly crush. No-no. The fantasies playing in his head were way darker...
And once again, he found himself in erection. The rock-hard sort of erection that he could not get rid off unless he pleased himself.
He growled in frustration. Yet, he undid his pants –only what would be necessary to reveal himself- and took care of his business, playing the scenes he had witnessed and the scenes he invented in his head while doing so.
It happened too often, it was wrong. Yet, it felt incredible, each and single time he touched himself while thinking of this…
And when he was done, Mathias went back to staring out his window, his mind still lost in his thoughts, still lost in his deviancies.

It would be dinner in an hour or so and Isca wanted to get things straight with Kar before they would reach the table and poison the atmosphere with the boy's despair and his own, misplaced pride. He sighed, staring right at the door of the boy's bedroom. He knew he was in there. He had been hiding in there most of the day, sending away everyone who tried to go and comfort him.
Isca sighed, before knocking gently on the wooden door.
"Leave me alone." Called Kar from his lair.
For a moment, Isca considered walking away. Then, he lowered his gaze as something that had been missing for a long time into his dad-mind told him that he would be the worst, negligent father of the kingdom if he didn't go in there and take care of that boy right then.
So he turned the knob, was surprised not to kind it locked, and entered.
Kar was sitting on his bed, a cushion on his lap, and he stared with wide –too wide- eyes at his father as he neared him. Without saying anything, the boy followed his movements until Isca sat beside him, on the bed.
And Kar thought that he really looked immense beside his frail self, on that rather small bed.
Isca sighed, looking away at first. Kar, behind, pushed his whole body against the wall until his back was completely flattened on the concrete.
Isca turned on the bed so he could face his… son. He looked at Kar, studied his features. And the evidence couldn't be discarded that he looked like his real father. He had the same terrified look into his eyes and even his swollen face brought memories into Isca's mind. Yet, how could he blame that child for what a man he didn't know about had done?
"I-I-I'm sorry…. Fa-"
Isca shook his head softly.
Kar stopped talking.
"I'm the one who's sorry, Kar." Isca said, his voice almost affectionate. "I should have comforted you instead of being harsh. You didn't need to be pushed further."
The blonde boy froze. He seemed to become a statue for a moment as he completely stopped moving and the beige parts of his face turned to white.
Isca smiled, even chuckled. "Are you really this surprised, or simply an incredibly good actor?"
A large smile crept slowly on Kar's face as he tried to hold it down. He looked away, unable to control his face. "I'm not such a good actor, you know…"
Isca stared at his adopted son and couldn't resist his boyish charm and thought for the first time of his life that, maybe, if he hadn't been so immature all these years, it would have been different... He could have loved that child, had he tried to.
Kar looked up at him, suddenly. His smile fading. "I swear I won't tell anything, Father. I won't betray you. Never."
Isca's smile faded slowly too. He had forgotten for a moment that part of what had happened the previous night. He looked down at his hands, his warming heart telling him to believe the child while his mind reminded the knight that Kar could become angry and impulsive at anytime and run straight to Zelda.
Yet, he decided that, at least for that night, he would believe Kar.
So he smiled to the boy and looked back at him. He nodded, not knowing what to tell him.
The blonde's eyes lit up in a way that he had never seen before. He looked happy. Truly relieved and glad. And without saying anything, he neared his father.
Isca stared at him as he got closer and closed his eyes when he hugged him.
He petted his hair as Kar sobbed on his shoulder.
And Isca's heart ached in his chest as he realized that Kar was, in the end, only an innocent child.
And an innocent child that had suffered because of him.

Midna was facing her mirror and replacing her clothes for the hundredth time. She cleared her throat, examined her reflection over and over again. She was wearing a light and dark purple dress that went up to her neck, covering her curves, yet the black corset revealed that she was far from being devoid of femininity…
It was time.
Kar was suddenly feeling incredibly good and he was almost back to being noisy. At least, his smile and energy were there again, and he was bugging Mathias as always. He was still swollen, but happy, at least.
She knew that it was because Isca had talked to him. Neither of them had mentioned that it had happened, but Midna just knew. Maybe it was because she was the boy's twin. Or maybe it was because she had the pretention to know her father well. He was a soft man, in the end. Softer than anyone else.
The sun was setting. She would go out later than usual, but since she would be staying in the neighborhood and not into some dark alley in the slums, no one would be angry. Well, she wouldn't tell Isca, for he wouldn't let her out.
Gathering her skirts, Midna exited her bedroom and walked to her younger brother's bedroom. She knocked. There were movements behind the door. Something fell on the floor and Mathias cursed softly. She smiled, thinking he had probably jumped at her knocking and dropped a book.
He opened the door. He looked slightly confused.
"M-Midna? May I help you?"
She inspected his face. Mathias was always a little weird, she thought. "What about you and I get out of here telling mom we are going for a walk. Then, you go your way, I go mine, when we're done, we join and get back to the mansion without anyone really knowing what we did?"
The boy frowned. "What trouble are you willing to get yourself into?"
She smiled. "No trouble. I'm going to see someone. You go do whatever you want during that time."
He considered her. Her offer was not without interest. He rarely went out at night and each time, he ended up finding something… Interesting. Finally, he nodded. "I'm in."
"Thank you, sweet brother."
Mathias disappeared back into his bedroom, prepared himself and then joined his sister. Together, smiles on their faces, they found Tatl in her boudoir, on the first floor, chatting casually with Olwen.
She looked up at her children. "You two have evil smiles. What have you done?"
The siblings both laughed.
"Nothing, mother dear. Midna and I were going for a walk around town and we wished to warn you."
The Twili's smile faded lightly as she stared at her children. "A walk? And the truth is?"
"It is the truth, mom." Said Midna. "We won't get into the slums."
Tatl looked over at Olwen. He shrugged. She looked back at her children. "And by when will you be back? It's sunset already."
"Before bedtime." Said Mathias.
Besides, Midna nodded. "And if we're not, send Olwen to get us."
The Sheikah chuckled. "No one has regards for my old bones, now."
Tatl rolled her eyes at him. Everyone knew that Olwen was just as in good shape as when he was young. She looked at Midna, for she did not fear for her son. "I trust you, young lady, to be back by bedtime. Or you'll face consequences."
Midna nodded. "Yes, mom."
"Now go wander. And stay out of trouble."
When Mathias and Midna were out the mansion, they looked at each other… And laughed. It had been quite easy.
They walked for a short while before the boy looked at his sister. "So, where are you going?"
"It's a secret."
"You can tell me."
She shook her head. "No. Let's join by the market place later. I'm going off, now."
He stared at her. "Okay…"
Midna started walking away in a different direction from Mathias. He followed her with his eyes for a moment. She was going nowhere he could identify, for Midna had been wise enough to take a whole different path to reach her destination…

Midna stared at the entrance door. It was a huge house, though not a mansion. Her heart beat violently into her chest. She could feel it in her eyes. She cleared her throat and gathered her courage.
She was strong. She was a grown-up and mature woman. She would be composed and everything would turn out right.
She had worked her alibi to be here all day long. It was time.
Midna raised her hand and presented her delicate knuckles to the door, yet she couldn't find the strength to knock. Her breath was caught up in her throat as her nails dug into her skin. Her hands were moist.
You are not a child anymore, Midna. You can and must do it. Repeated the voice in her head.
Behind her, a cat mewed. She screamed lightly, jumped and her hand, too close to the door, knocked on it.
She forgot about the cat and stared at the wooden, large door with wide eyes.
There were noises on the other side.
And a second later, the door was opening.
And Midna was now facing Olga, an old, small woman who was Gregory's head servant. She smiled to the young woman, seeing her. "Lady Midna! You look terrified, something happened? Come in, come in!" She grabbed the young woman's arm and pulled her inside.
Midna followed, still surprised.
"Did a cat get your tongue? How beautiful you are! Did you come here to see master Nicolas? Alone? Ohoh! What a hussy young woman! I will call him for you."
She finally pulled her arm free. "No need, dear Olga! I know my way around the house." She smiled to the old lady. "I'm sure you were quite busy, I won't keep you away from your work any longer."
The old woman looked at her funnily, a glitter of mockery in her small, dark eyes. "Hm… I do have a lot of work. Are you sure you know your way?"
The young woman nodded. "Of course I do!"
Olga smiled to her, finally. "If you are dismissing me, lady Midna, I will go, then." The old woman turned around with a sly smile on her thin, beige lips. She slowly disappeared in a nearby room.
Midna sighed. Maybe she should have made herself announced. Wouldn't it be quite weird if she showed up all of a sudden? Oh well. She was there, now. Her heart still raced in her chest as she went up a series of stairs to the second floor. She had come here often, more often than her brothers, with her father to see Gregory. She knew where he'd be.
She made scenarios into her head as she approached the vast study in which she was sure he'd be. Midna would start by thanking him for saving her brother. And then, she would bring the subject of her confessions. Now, he would either push her away or accept her offer… She was sure he would reject her, but part of her wished he would not.
And that part of her wanted for more than just… Agreement? Midna felt that fire in her lower body lit up slowly as she closed in. She would not rush anything… But if it were to happen… She knew that she shouldn't give in to this kind of temptation before being wed, but she believed herself to be mature enough to decide what to do with her body herself…
Midna stood in front of the double wooden doors. She wondered if doors were made of other materials than wood, somewhere. Like stone door, maybe?
Without thinking, she knocked. It was when she was done that her cheeks flustered.
"Come in." It was his voice. She had been right.
Taking in a deep breath, she pushed open the door. You can do it.
Gregory didn't look up right away. He was apparently working on a large, dark-wooden desk. He held a glass of a dark-colored alcohol as he read what looked to be a report. Midna knew what they looked like for his father had a pile he rarely touched on his own desk.
She stood there, her back against the double closed doors which she locked subtly, her eyes on him.
Finally, Gregory looked up, probably wondering why the person who had come in wasn't saying anything or moving.
The surprise was readable on his face. He put his glass down as he stared at the young lady. "Midna?"
She smiled and nodded. "Good evening…"
His expression grew suspicious. "What is bringing you here? Is there something I can do for you?" He got up, seemingly alerted to see her in there.
She swallowed her saliva. He was acting like the uncle, not like the possible lover. "I… I wished to come and thank for… For rescuing Kar…" Midna looked down, disappointed by his fatherly reaction. "I don't know what I would have done if he were… You know. Thank you." Her voice faded as she talked, facing the fact that if he was still addressing her as a family member, her chances were dead.
Gregory sat on his desk and studied her. He could not run away; she was blocking the doors. So all he could do was to observe the young woman and try to understand why she was there. Usually, he would have felt some panic at the idea of being locked up with her, but the alcohol calmed him, made him more logical and less stressed. "I did what I could." He answered flatly.
"Thank you still." After a moment, she straightened herself and finally looked up. Her eyes had regained that coldness they usually held. "I should leave."
"You didn't come here only for that." He stated, a little bluntly. The surprise was gone and since he had no escape way, all he could do was to face the problem with the little maturity he displayed when facing his best friend's daughter who had a crush on him.
She stared at him. She tried to be a woman, a lady, and not a frightened little girl. "Maybe. I see you have something on your mind."
He was quiet a moment, found his glass and took a sip of it. He was wondering what to say, what to do now that she was standing before him, that he had retained her from leaving. "I think you do too." He settled his glass down. "You wish me to treat you like an adult, so will I. Let's discuss what happened the last time we talked."
She was surprised by how forwards he was. Maybe it was the alcohol, she couldn't tell. But, there was also an opening that she hadn't suspected would be there. If he were ready to talk, then he certainly was not without interest.
Usually, he was a discreet man, she saw him, sometimes, as timid and almost fearful. And then, she remembered that he was her father's best friend and probably the only man in the kingdom who could stand up to Isca without trembling in his armor.
She took a step forward, joined her hands before her lap. She knew that her curves were apparent, that her body –the one of a woman, not a child- was appealing to any man. She knew that her silhouette, combined to her speech and intellect, would get to him, if she did everything in the right order. "I confessed my feelings and interest towards you, Gregory, and I am still awaiting an answer."
"I'm more than twice your age, Midna. You should hunt a young man, not an old one." He answered, focusing on her face and not on her body. He found his glass once more, shook it smoothly so the thick liquid would mix with the water of the melting ice. It made a tingling noise.
"Is that really a problem? Is it my age, or the fact I'm your captain's daughter?" She loved how he was composed, mature and not alarmed. She loved the tingling noise of the ice in his glass.
"Maybe both combined with the fact that I have seen you grow up." His eyes were still focused on her face. Never, he addressed her lustful glances.
She smiled, made it seductive as she kept coming forward. "I understand. Yet… I am a woman, now, not related to you in any way, and I am a woman seeking the attention of a man…" So far, she was impressed by how she was standing her ground.
For the first time, she saw the hesitation in his eyes. He was considering what she was asking. He was tormented, and it was apparent. He crossed his arms over his chest, kept looking at her as she drew closer and closer, swinging her hips as she neared him. Never, did he move away. Instead, he finished his glass, then lowered it to the desk and got up. "Can you really ignore the fact that you've been calling me 'uncle' since you were a child?" His voice held no accusation. He was discussing, really. Resisting.
"Can you really ignore the fact that I'm offering you my body?"
He froze lightly. Touchéed, she thought.
"This is not right, Midna. You are almost a daughter to me." He kept his ground, yet she didn't miss the short second during which his eyes focused on her hips.
"Almost."
She got even closer. Too close. He uncrossed his arms, giving access to himself.
They stared at each other and she knew by the way his jaws were tightly shut that his desires were slowly winning over his logic. She smiled, kept getting nearer, felt her own fire burn stronger and her heart beat quicker. "So…" She whispered, "is that a yes, or a no…?"
Gregory allowed his eyes to lower upon her body, upon her curves, and Midna knew that he wasn't looking at her the way he did when he was her "uncle". He was looking at her the way a man looks at a woman. Yet, she also could see how tormented he was.
It fed the ache in her lower body, making it more intense. She drew closer until her breasts touched his chest.
And he looked down at her as she stared up. She closed her eyes, knowing that he hadn't done the same. She reached for him, on the tip of her feet, to meet his lips with hers. He, of course, did not answer. Midna did not think he would anyway.
She broke the kiss. Their eyes met and where she thought she would find ice, she was surprise to be welcome by warmness. It was a success, a small one, which made her lips curl up in a light smile. His gaze lowered until it focused on her lips. She felt her cheeks become redder, felt her head become lighter as he leaned against her.
His lips brushed hers. She breathed softly, as if she was trying not to disturb him. Her heart had stopped in her chest. Or maybe it was beating even quicker. She could not tell. Her mind was spinning, so was her world and her vision.
She wrapped her arms around his neck just as he put his hands on her hips.
And the next second, they were exchanging a passionate kiss. She loved how she could taste the alcohol and the lingering smoke on his tongue and lips.
She pushed herself more against him. He did not reject her. Yet, he did nothing more than participate in the kiss and hold her hips. Midna knew that she would have to lead the events, for as soon as Gregory would retrieve his senses, it would be over.
They leaned back against the heavy wooden desk. His glass fell to the ground but did not shatter. It rolled, instead, to the right.
She wondered for a few moments if that was really what she wanted, if she wanted to push this farther… For if it was the case, the side of the desk was not appropriate.
To her right, there was a heavy and large loveseat installed by a library. It was not how she pictured it to happen, but she couldn't let him go. Not now. If it was her only chance to spend an evening with him as her lover and not as her uncle, she would not let it fly by.
Gregory started to caress her hips, going up to her waist and even daring to reach for her derrière. She knew that it was now or never.
Wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and burying her hand into his hair, she started to pull him to her. He followed, grunting lowly as she pulled at his hair.
She forced him to turn his back towards the loveseat and, slowly, Midna pushed her body against his until he had no choice but to sit down on the sofa, the young woman on his lap. Before he had time to say anything, her lips were firmly pressed against his once more, and he did everything but complain.
His hands found her skirts and he slid underneath, finding Midna's thighs, which he caressed upwards until he reached her buttocks. She moaned softly in the kiss, unbuttoning his shirt meanwhile.
It seemed to last a lifetime, and yet only a few seconds.
When his hands reappeared, she softly grabbed them to show the way to her corset, and broke the kiss.
He stared up at her, almost coming back to his senses right away, and he froze with the cords in his hands. "It's not reasonable, Midna." He simply whispered.
She looked down at him, pressed her index against his lips. "Can't you just enjoy yourself, sometimes?" Midna leaned down again, kissing him back while caressing his pale, muscular chest.
Of course, he did not answer. Yet, by the look he gave her, she understood that he was not about to run away. A sly, feline smile crept up to her pulpy lips as she brought her hands to her corset and undid it herself.
He watched, mesmerized, as she discarded it and let it fall to the ground. Slowly, teasingly, she found the buttons that kept her dress closed and undid them. She pulled it down, at first revealing her pale, pale shoulders, then her collarbones and kept pulling down until the fabric revealed much of her breasts but still hid her nipples.
Midna looked down at him. No, he wasn't going to even try to run away, would he even be able to think about it. Or think at all.
She pulled her dress down, revealing her heavy, round, pale breasts to Gregory. He stared, did not dare to move right away. Midna thought it was funny and frankly cute to see such a man being so troubled when facing a woman's nudity.
A naughty chuckle escaped her throat. She felt victorious, she felt powerful
Midna leaned down against Gregory. She caressed his chest, took all the time she needed to feel his muscles, and his scars. Her nipples touched his skin and she kissed him again. She broke the embrace and leaned her head back slightly, offering him her neck.
His lips found her pale, soft, white skin. She moaned softly, burying a hand into his hair once again.
She felt his heavy breathing on her skin as he descended upon her, as his mouth slowly found the flesh of her breasts, his tongue now circling her pink, erected nipples.
And, by intuition, she started to roll her hips. He groaned, became more insisting as he touched her. He pressed a hand on her lower back and pulled her closer against him, and she understood that it was his erection that she was feeling against her.
Would it really happen…? Was she really about to lose her virginity? On a loveseat?
There were footsteps close to the double doors. Gregory froze. So did Midna.
Suddenly gaining their lucidity back, they stared at each other.
"Did you lock the door?" He whispered, about to have a heart attack.
Eyes-wide, she brought her hands to her breasts, covering them. "Of course."
Had Gregory not been about to lose consciousness, he would have laughed at how she had planned all of this.
Instead, he pushed her to the side, softly. Midna sat on the loveseat. She started to pull up her dress and button it. Visibly, their night was over.
Gregory got up. He kicked his glass which had fallen on the ground earlier. It flew off before meeting the bookcase's wooden edges and shattered loudly.
The knight had no time to even curse that a knock was being heard on the door. "Father? Is everything alright? I heard noises?" It was, of course, Nicolas' voice.
Horrified, Gregory stared at the door, then at Midna. She had her own eyes glued to the knob as the boy tried to open the door. They were both glad that the young woman had thought about locking it.
"Give me a moment, Nicolas." Called Gregory to the door before hurrying to his desk.
Midna followed him with her eyes, perplexed as she saw him take the bottle of alcohol she hadn't identified and pour it, on his own free will, right on his chest and shirt. Then he took it off, stared at the young woman, sighing. He unlocked the double doors and exited the office, closing the doors right behind himself so his son would not see anything.
Straightening herself and her clothing with shaking hair, Midna listened.
"Father…? What are you-"
"Take this to Olga. I spilled my glass on myself."
"That was what I heard?"
"Yes. It shattered when it fell down. Now hurry, young man, I have a mess to clean."
"Yes."
She heard the boy walk away. Gregory waited a moment before coming back into his office. When he did, Midna was standing, her corset into her hands, ready to leave. She stared at him, smiling in a mocking way.
"That was a lame excuse, you are aware?"
He stared at her. Right now, it was not his highest preoccupation. All he wanted was to keep his son away long enough to permit to the girl to escape.
"Come. You have to go, now."
Midna nodded, understanding.
He walked to her to the backdoor of the house, where no one would see her leave. His son and Olga were, technically, on the opposite wing, so they were safe. Gregory opened the door and looked at her.
She smiled yet again. She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back without thinking.
"I'll see you soon…" Midna whispered.
She did not wait for an answer and disappeared outside.
Gregory closed the door and sighed heavily. He could feel a headache reaching him already.
What had he gotten himself into?

Isca was sitting at the tavern with Kira. They had been waiting for Gregory to show up, and he was visibly late. He never was late.
Isca was somewhat worried. He knew how his friend could become over-nervous and he feared that something might have happened that would strike the blonde man's nerves too harshly.
Meanwhile, the auburn lady was staring at him. She hadn't tried to seduce him ever since she had pressed her blade to his son's neck. It was better that way, thought Isca. He wasn't in the mood for some foreplay.
Yet, he knew the question that was lingering on her lips. And he did not know if he held the answer. However, he wasn't surprised one bit when, finally, she said:
"The boy… What with him?"
He knew what, usually, they should do with any spy. Yet, it hadn't been Kar's fault, exactly, if he had ended up there. Well, it was his fault for disobeying, going out and into the slums, but he sure hadn't picked that spot on purpose.
Isca stared at Kira. Her gaze held challenge. "I don't know."
She looked down at her mead, took a sip of it. "If you don't know, who will?"
"What is your proposition?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it.
"Disposal."
"This is not going to happen. He's no spy; only a child who walked in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"And therefore heard enough to make the three of us be sent to the guillotine anytime."
He knew she was right. Yet, he refused to believe that Kar would betray him. "He won't talk."
"You're willing to take the chance he disobeys again?" She cocked her head to the side. "He did it once, he could do it twice."
Isca glared at her. She held his stare. "I won't let him be disposed of."
"You mean that you won't let anyone kill him. I understand. Yet, something has to be done."
"It has happened already, Kira: the boy is terrorized since you gently pressed your dagger against his throat and ruined his face in a wall."
She got up. Her icy eyes plunged into the knight's. "Then I'll make it clear, Isca." It was the first time she used his name. "This is an ultimatum: you find an idea to take care of him, or my men will find him and they'll silence him their way." Kira glared down at him. "I won't risk my life and my business for a reckless boy." She turned around and left.
Isca watched her leave, speechless.
He was lost, replaying the scene into his mind over and over again, barely breathing. He knew that Kira was serious; she would really eliminate the boy if he did nothing.
He wouldn't allow that. He wouldn't let someone slaughter a child.
His child.

A few days had gone by. The night was riding in, and Midna was sitting at the table on the large balcony on the second floor. Smiling, she stared up at the night sky.
How many days would it take for that high to leave? It was as if she was on drugs, as if nothing could go wrong, her world being a perfect universe. She hadn't seen Gregory since the last time.
The first time, she thought.
But she knew that she would see him again, and soon.
The ball was the next day. Her dress was ready. She felt beautiful. She was happy. What could go wrong?
Midna laughed, all alone. It was a light laugh, as soft as the summer breeze. She still couldn't believe it had happened.
"Are you sincerely enjoying yourself, or are you becoming as fucked up as Mathias?"
She jumped, turned around. Kar was grinning at her, now sitting on the other side of the table.
"I'm just in a good mood, leave me alone." Her voice was dreamy and warm. She was happy.
Kar's smile became softer as he watched her. He thought she was beautiful when her eyes took that glow. They were no more ice, but a warm stream in a flourishing forest. "I love seeing you like that."
"And I love seeing your face becoming normal again."
He chuckled. "I'm working hard on that." He still had a few scratches and bruises, but he was handsome again. "What's making you this happy, sister?"
Midna looked up at the stars. She shrugged softly. "I don't know. I'm just happy."
He cocked his head to the side. "Have you forgotten I am your twin brother? It might have worked with Mathias, but it won't work with me. So, what happened?"
Her eyes were sparkling. "Not your business."
"A man?"
She couldn't hide it. Could she? Midna decided not to answer. Yet, her smile grew larger.
Kar chuckled tenderly. He got up and walked up to her, kissed her forehead. "If he makes you happy, that's enough for me. But you'll tell me who he is eventually, won't you?"
She looked up at him. "If you're nice."
"I'm always nice."
They smiled to each other. The bond between them was strong, but sometimes, it was even stronger.
"I love you." She whispered, after a while.
"Me too, Midna."
Then he turned around and left for the mansion, hands in his pockets, whistling. She watched his back and thought that whoever the lady would be, when Kar would fall in love, he'd make that woman happy.
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