TITLE: Constructing a Tragedy
AUTHOR:
unactiveFANDOM: The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
PAIRING: Ganondorf/Midna
GENRE: Het/Gen
LETTER: B for blackness - Table 4
SUMMARY: They were already such tragic creatures, weren't they?
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 541
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None, unless you haven't finished Twilight Princess.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: N/A
DISCLAIMER: Not my toys.
The hallway was long, twisting and lined with candles to light the carpeted path. There were soldiers too, some too young to be called men, but far too old to be considered boys. She saw it all, hands bound with black chains of sorcery and she thought there were no binds in Hyrule strong enough to hold her.
How silly she had been.
The door was heavy and creaked upon it's hinges as it was pushed open. Her escort motioned for her to follow and bowed deeply when they entered the dining room. There was food, a feast prepared to celebrate Ganondorf's triumph over her pathetic people and he sat at the very end, smug.
“My Midna.”
She scoffed at the greeting and refused to budge, even at the silent urgings of her escort. “Poor manners will be rewarded accordingly,” he said and snapped his fingers. She was lifted by two guards by the swell of her arms and placed into the seat at his right. He dismissed them with a wave of his hand and offered a plate to his captured prize.
“Eat.”
“I would rather die.”
“That can be arranged. Slowly, I think. Perhaps from starvation?” He chuckled and folded his napkin on the table.
Her posture was rigid and it looked as though she would snap in half. “I hope you choke on your precious dinner,” she spat.
“Careful, Midna.” He looked unfazed and spooned a bit of an exotic dish onto her plate and placed it before her. “Now eat.”
“I thought you were going to starve me.”
“I have no need to, since you are doing such a pretty job of it yourself.”
She lifted her hands, to show him her bound wrists and the energy that cackled and held them in place.
“You must promise to be a good girl, if I am to release you.”
“Pig.”
He tsked. So stubborn. He would have to break her. “Fine then. Remain bound. The dungeon is a fitting place for your kind.”
Her eyes narrowed and he laughed softly. “Will you play nicely, Midna? Or will I have the bed I had prepared for you sent into your dank little cell?”
She scoffed, turning her head away from him. “I haven't decided.”
Ganondorf grinned, lacing his fingers together and resting his elbows on the table. “I suggest you decide quickly, my dear. I am not exactly a patient man.”
There was silence and the very moment Ganondorf raised his hand to summon his guards, she presented him with her wrists. “Here. Do it. I'll play nice. For now.”
He smirked, tapping the black energy around her wrists. It dissolved with a hiss and she flexed her freed hands. “I'll hold you to your word, Princess.” He lifted his fork to resume his meal, “Should you renege, I will not be happy.”
Midna shifted in her seat, “Like I care.”
He stopped, poising the fork at his mouth and regarded Midna with a smile. “Oh, my dear, you will learn very quickly while you are my guest, if I am not happy, you will not be either.”