Monologue Of Zelda

For three days Zelda keeps her distance. They are tedious and long without her general's company, but Harkinian is not wrong. There is still plenty to occupy her. She studies with Auru in the morning and lets her lessons run well into the afternoon, then leaves him to tend to the wedding. It is strange to her how little she thinks of Casus while she decides her seating arrangements and chooses her flowers. She sees even less of him throughout the rest of her day, but that is not so strange. He hardly strays from Dall's heels now, looking more like a lost child than a man set to inherit the lives of hundreds. But that seems to be just as Dall likes it. The leash was short; it must strangle now. Still, Zelda cannot bring herself to forgive him.
Besides, she is not queen yet.” He realizes too late what he has said and looks at Zelda to gauge her. If she is upset, he cannot say.

“Still, she has more authority than you. Imagine, the King's own child, sitting at your right hand like a commoner.”

The silence that follows chills the air. Zelda wants to protest, that this posturing isn't necessary. But Dall stands, the documents laying out neatly scattering with the breeze. When he sits again, he plops down. It is easy to mistake him for petulant. The King's chair, now empty, feels (some kind of emotion). When Zelda sits in it, she sinks into the plush leather. This is not what she expected when she walked into the room. But, she would admit it is not so bad. She looks at Ganondorf again and he offers her a satisfied smile.

“Highness,” Dall says, voice tight, “We were discussing our trade agreement with Labrynna. Our sister nation objects to the new tariff we've levied against their imports.”

“Why was the tax raised in the first place?” She asks and leans in to study the documents. Trade agreements and alliances. She sees her father's signature and his seal scratched into the
You stand up to Dall just fine yourself.”

“The men do not like me, Dall especially. But they like you and so do I.”

She is silent for a moment, then looks up at him with an amused smile. “You made him angry, you know.”

“Good. Dall has lorded his superiority over us long enough. It is high time someone reminded him of his place.”

She stands, pushing up from the table and crossing the room to Ganondorf. He drops his arms to his sides and smiles at the familiar weight of her hand in his. “I want to forget about Dall. I've missed you.”

There is no hesitation in the hand he uses to cup her cheek, running his thumb along the smooth line of her face. “As I've missed you.”

She closes her eyes against the warmth of his palm, at the tender way he touches her and she remembers what it is liked to be so desired. It aches deeply in her. When she opens her eyes, she smiles, turning to kiss his palm. “I will see you tonight.”

“As you wish,” he whispers, leaning in, “But do not leave me unsatisfied now, Princess.”

She could kiss him easily with how close he stands. Instead, she meets him in the middle and grazes her lips along his neck. She can see him swallow from there. When she pulls back, she grins. “Satisfied, now,