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Endgame	By : RyuaAlba Category: Zelda > General Views: 26666 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda, or any of the characters or regions or names associated with it. I make no money from this fanfiction.

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Zelda woke up feeling comfortable and happy, and was mildly surprised to feel so. After a moment, she recalled why, and a slow, contended smile spread across her face. She stretched happily, then paused, realizing that she couldn’t feel Link at her back anymore. Opening her eyes, she sat up, finding him sitting at the edge of the bed as dressed as he could get, facing away.
He turned slightly when he heard her move, just enough to glance at her from the side briefly. “I’m sorry…” he said softly. “I took advantage of you, and I shouldn’t have, you weren’t in your right mind, you were upset, and I shouldn’t have…”
She took advantage of his rambling to crawl forwards over the bed towards him, setting her fingers lightly on his lips to stop the flow of words. “I think you have things a little backwards, Link,” she said, her tone amused. “I initiated last night, I took advantage of your good nature… and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
Even after she let her hand drop away from his mouth, he stayed silent, seeming to not know exactly how he should be reacting to this. She smiled, and leaned forwards to kiss him lightly before climbing off the bed to go pick up the pair of boiled eggs and cold toast that was waiting for their breakfast just inside the door. “How long have you been sitting there, feeling guilty?” she asked with a smile, handing him some food.
“Ah… a while,” he said, his cheeks pink, looking like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to look at her or not. He was familiar with her body at this point, of course, the memory of it still made his pulse quicken. Still, it was different to look at her now, his gaze tracing over the curves his fingers had last night. Abruptly he realized he’d forgotten to chew the bite of toast sitting in his mouth and coughed slightly, forcing his eyes away from her.
She laughed and sat beside him “The only regret I have, Link, is that this had to happen in these circumstances. You deserve some romance and sweetness, not this… forced…”
It was his turn to stop her, brushing his knuckles lightly against her cheek. “Right now, I have nothing to complain about.” She smiled back at him, kissing his hand softly before going back to her food. Neither of them spoke further about what had happened the night before, or more importantly, why. It was bad enough to know in the back of one’s mind that it was coming, worse to contemplate it. Conversation turned back to lighter matters, this time Zelda talking about the tower they were in.
A newer addition to the castle, it had been constructed as a watchtower, back during the war a century and a half ago with Holodrum to the far south. The small province of Ordona had cemented relations with Hyrule for protection against the invading force, and even today was a valued trading ally, boasting rich farmlands. The tower itself had multiple levels, each facing a different direction with the highest floor facing south. Originally outfitted with great metal disks and signal fires, they were used both as lookouts for the areas near to the castle, and as fire heights to send signals to the more distant outposts.
In later years, once peace fell, they had been converted to guest rooms because of the views, and the storage areas had now held cloth and leather instead of oil and arrows. And of course, most recently, Zant had converted the highest room into her prison, which is where they were now.
With an impeccable sense of timing, Ganondorf approached as she mentioned being imprisoned. Link stood, his hand on Zelda’s arm, pulling her behind him. “Well, don’t you both look energetic this fine morning,” Ganondorf said. “Sleep well, Zelda? No nightmares, I hope?”
Damn him, he had been meddling with her mind. “None at all,” Zelda lied calmly. “I slept quite comfortably, in fact.” Although her voice was calm and level, she could feel her skin prickle, her cheeks flush ever so slightly at his familiarity, his taunting. Link’s fingers tightened just a bit, reassuring on her arm.
“Then in that case…” Ganondorf started, a knowing smile spreading across his face.
“Not here.” Zelda said firmly, stepping forwards, pulling free of Link’s hand. Their captor raised a questioning eyebrow, and she repeated, “Not here. I’ll come where you want, willingly, but you will not do this here.”
Ganondorf looked at her for a long, quiet moment, his eyes only occasionally wandering down her body, mostly reading her steady, determined gaze. Finally, he inclined his head. “Very well,” he said, extending a hand. Straightening her shoulders, Zelda stepped forwards, and Link finally realized what they were speaking about.
“No! Don’t touch her!” he protested, reaching forwards to grab Zelda’s arm again. “Don’t go with him, don’t… we’ll figure something out…”
She turned to him, and smiled, the expression tight and controlled. “We both knew this was coming. Stay here, Link… I need you to be here for me when I get back.” Her fingers laced into his, lifting his hand from her arm. “I will be fine, just… just be here.”
Link was completely focused on her, or he would have noticed the intent, pleased way Ganondorf was watching the interaction. Slowly, reluctantly, he released his grip on her hand, although he couldn’t quite bring himself to back away. She turned to Ganondorf who unhitched his cloak from his shoulders, draping it over her body. She nodded regally to him and strode to the door, ignoring the touch of his hand on the small of her back.
He looked after them helplessly, aching to do something, anything to help, but there was nothing to be done. The triumphant, knowing look on Ganondorf’s face, looking back as he closed the door behind them focused his worry into rage, but the door was solid and impervious as he ran forwards, no latch on the inside to grab at. The sound of the bar falling into place was like a solid blow to his mind, and he staggered back, sitting on the bed and running his hands though his hair.
Time passed. He wasn’t sure how much, couldn’t focus on the shifting sunlight from the window. He paced the room, studying the brickwork of the walls, stood at the window, paced some more. There was nothing to do, no way to keep his mind occupied. His thoughts kept circling, over what it had been like with Zelda last night, trying not to think of Ganondorf’s massive hands where his had been. How panicked Zelda had been after her nightmare, how brave she had been about going with him, stubbornly saving his innocence.
Because he knew he was innocent, now. He knew Ganondorf would be doing things to her that he could barely comprehend, the kind of things that would make her wake up screaming and crying in the night and she’d walked into it anyway with her head held high. As a warrior, he’d seen plenty of blood and death and terrifying things, he’d lost friends… but this was an aspect of cruelty he hadn’t come across before, hadn’t even realized it existed.
He sat down for a while, then stood up to pace again, driven by the need to do something, anything, even though there was nothing to do. He knew that Ganondorf would bring her back alive. He wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to watch them both squirm, but he had no idea when. How long could it take? For Zelda’s sake, he hoped Ganondorf was one of those men who was quickly, easily satisfied.
Link swung around to face the door as he felt their approach, the bar lifting from the brackets and the door bouncing in suddenly. He reached out reflexively as Ganondorf pushed Zelda forwards. She stumbled, falling out of his cloak and into Link’s arms, going limp against him. Before Link could say anything to him, Ganondorf withdrew, looking utterly pleased with himself, slamming the door shut behind him.
Zelda was trembling as she leaned against him, and he shifted his grip, one arm around her back, the other under her knees, and he picked her up, setting her on the bed. She made a faint, protesting sound and struggled slightly, and he whispered, “It’s alright, it’s me. I’ve got you now, you’re safe.” She slumped against him, and he thought she might have passed out.
Laying her on the bed, he realized her legs were wet, sticky. Glancing down, his vision swam for a moment, and he took a step back reflexively, looking at the smear of blood on his arm. It wasn’t that he’d never seen blood before, just that he didn’t like the implications of it. Deciding that no matter how much the sight of it bothered him, it would be far worse for her when she woke back up, he went into the lavatory, bringing back the basin and cloth.
He wiped his own arm clean first, so he wouldn’t be smudging it across her any more than it already was. Gently, worried of hurting her more or waking her up, he started to bathe her, starting with her face first while the cloth was still clean. There was a shadow on one cheek, and she flinched when he touched it, and more across her arms and neck, many of the bruises matching his overly large handprint. Link found his hands trembling slightly as he rinsed the cloth and kept wiping down, cleaning smears of dried fluid from her stomach and legs, trying not to think about what he was cleaning off.
Not wanting to risk waking her up in a panic, he cleaned up around her thighs as unobtrusively as possible, trying not to look at the slippery, blood smeared mess on the cloth. He rinsed it out again, slipping the cloth gingerly between her thighs to mop up the worst of it. Even if he wasn’t worried about causing her pain, he didn’t think he could touch her any more intimately while she was insensible. It would feel wrong, and she didn’t need any more violating today. He pulled the quilt up to her shoulders and returned the basin to the lavatory, and then paused, unsure what to do. His instinct was to hold her tight, try to shield her, but considering that she’d probably had quite enough of being held, he settled for sitting beside the bed.
He drifted off at some point, still upset, but at least resting more easily now that she was back. A light touch in his hair brought him awake, and he looked up to see Zelda behind him. “You’re awake! Are you alright?” he asked, turning and kneeling in front of her.
She smiled faintly. “You cared for me while I was asleep. Thank you. As to your question…” Rather than try to sit all the way up, she eased herself to her elbows with a faint groan. “I’ve been better… but nothing that won’t heal.” Part of what made her collapse earlier had been feeling safe enough to begin her healing magic, and the bruising of her arms and face were already starting to fade.
“I’m glad you can heal yourself too,” Link said, reaching to take her hand. “What did he…”
“I will not tell you.” She said sharply, then let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, Link, you didn’t deserve that. But it’s bad enough me having nightmares, I want to spare you as long as I can.” Carefully, she pushed the blanket to the side and stood up gingerly. Link rushed to help her, and she chuckled, saying, “I’m just going to use the pot and clean up, Link, I can do that much on my own.”
Flushing with embarrassment, he stood back and let her go, looking out the window again. At least the construction on the castle meant they had a marginally changing view, he could see the people in the distance crawling over the scaffolds. After a while, Zelda came up beside him, wrapped in the quilt again. The door opened, and Link glanced over his shoulder, an arm snaking protectively around her waist. A Twilit being was there and he tensed, but it simply shuffled into the room, depositing a small basket of bread and fruit, going through to refresh the lavatory with clean water, and left again. “Well, that was different,” Link said after it left.
“So Ganondorf didn’t destroy their whole race,” Zelda mused. “He must have subjugated them after killing Zant, made them a servant class. Like he’s threatening to do to the Hylians.”
Link was quiet. This was way, way over his head. Give him the freedom to move and an enemy to pursue, and he would go forth against all odds, through any dangers. But this… this, he was out of his depth. “What do we do?” he asked.
“Cooperate,” she said after a moments’ pause. “There’s no way he sent that Twilit here by accident. That’s a warning. I’m willing to bet he’s bringing in the Gerudo tribes now… the question is, will they be an occupying force, or allies?” She sighed, wrapping her arms tight around herself. “I hate not having options.”
“So do I,” Link said, his hand resting on her shoulder lightly. “I don’t like this idea…”
“Nor do I,” she said, leaning slightly against him. “But a monarch can’t be free to be choosy about the alliances she has to make. I will speak in favor of his rule, to keep my people free.”
“And behind closed doors you stay a plaything?” Link asked, looking down at her.
She stayed staring straight out the window, but he doubted she was seeing anything but the images in her own mind. “If necessary.” Her answer was quiet, almost inaudible.
“Zelda!” he started to protest, but she reached and grabbed his hand, interrupting him.
“There is nothing he can do to me that I cannot withstand,” she said firmly. “I may not like it, but he will need me alive and presentable and healthy enough to support him. And… he was not as cruel as I’d expected.”
“You were bleeding,” he said flatly, folding his arms.
She almost smiled, in a crooked sort of way. “He’s three times my size, Link, what could you expect?” Rubbing her arms, for cold or disgust, it was hard to tell. “And he was impatient, yes… but not nearly as rough as he could have been.” With proper preparation, care, and practice, it might even not be an unpleasant thing… if he were to be so accommodating, of course.
“I… Ah, Zelda, I can’t even think about it without wanting to throw up,” Link said, running a hand through his hair. “I could never ask that of you, never.”
“The feeling is mutual,” she said wryly. “And yet I believe it is our only option.”
“If you’re sure…” he said reluctantly. “But I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I.”
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