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Sword of Kings

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Oops I made another one and oops it’s cute.

Upon seeing her fellow Gerudo friend's new appearance, Nabooru bursts into laughter. "Aha, I knew you loved him! You never had me fooled for a second!"

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… *She grumbles and sits down with a broad back turned to Nabooru.* My feelings mean nothing… when the one you love is someone with the emotional range of a teaspoon?

I fell? *Is that how he had ended up in this room, without clothes? He frowned, hand moving to his head, in search of injury, but  his eyes lingered over the band. His plan had been to give the band to the warrior as a promise of proposal. She wore it now, did that mean she had accepted? He just couldn’t remember. * What… was your reply? *His voice speaks quietly, amber eyes moving to hers, in search of answers he  needed to know.*

Nabooru smiled softly, gently reaching out for his hand. Her fingers intertwined with his. Rational thought whispered that this was not truly Ganondorf, but she couldn’t stop herself.

"I said yes," she answered. "I don’t think I’d wear this beautiful piece of craftsmanship, would i?"

*At her answer, he wraps a large arm around her waist, and pulls her to his body.* This pleases me much Nabooru. *His thumb slips under her chin, and lifts her face to his, closing the gap between their lips.* 

Nabooru smiled as his lips meshed with hers, her arms draping over his shoulders. Rational thought be damned. Melissa or not, she…or he…had Ganondorf’s memories. Walked, talked, and acted like Ganondorf. Didn’t she deserve this, after all? Just for a little while?

"Despite what we’ve been through…it pleases me too." She pecked his lips again. "It’s nice."

Oh? *He looks at her quizzically, as he strokes the side of her face with his thumb.* And just what have we been through? *He could think of several reason’s for her statement, as he was always doing something to rial up the warrior, but with his hole filled memory, he was curious if he had done something else lately.* I do agree this is nice though. *He smiles, and buries his face into her hair, breathing in slowly.* Perhaps now that I know your answer, I should make more time for this kind of thing. 

There was a rapping at the door. "Melissa?" a hesitant voice inquired. "Did you get the goods?" The storyteller was normally too fearful to leave the forest temple. But Melissa had been willing to take a risk for Keirin, so it only seemed fair to at least meet half way.

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*The door swings slowly open to reveal a large male form. As it step somewhat out into the hall’s torchlight, its features become all too familiar. Ganondorf stares down at the small librarian, with only a sheet wrapped around his waist. The only hint to his real identity, is the jewel piece upon his forehead. It was Melissa’s, and the only thing left from the transformation that didn’t get destroyed.* Melissa? *He speaks the name, as if it sounds unfamiliar to him.* There is no Melissa here. What do you want?

*He watches as she turns around, and begins walking down the wrong hall.* Vassal? … You are going the wrong way. *He lets out a long sigh, and steps out into the hall. He had hoped, not to have to walk around in a bed sheet, but if this girl planned to serve him, she would need to know the fortress better. How exactly she had served him before today, she would never know.* Come. This way. *He motioned to her.*

Damn! Keirin knew her poor sense of direction would eventually be the death of her- though not in this particular manner. Though if this Ganondorf came with her, her presence would immediately be less suspicious. The bed sheet might not even need to be explained, considering what Keirin had heard about the Other’s habits.

Keirin gave an embarrassed laugh. “Oh. Sorry. I got turned around. I guess my lord’s attire is more distracting than I thought.”
She felt guilty about calling anyone else ‘my lord’. But this Ganondorf had been rightfully suspicious that ‘my lord’ meant someone other than him, and that would be bad.

*He leans down and whispers in her ear, fingers twirling a piece of her hair.* I suppose it is. Maybe we should skip the clothes, your blush is beginning to amuse me. *He could tell she was nervous, and couldn’t help but add to it. Call it a sick pleasure of his, but when one lived in a place like this, one must find enjoyment somewhere. He then places his hand upon her shoulder, and spins her around, walking her down the hall.*

There was a rapping at the door. "Melissa?" a hesitant voice inquired. "Did you get the goods?" The storyteller was normally too fearful to leave the forest temple. But Melissa had been willing to take a risk for Keirin, so it only seemed fair to at least meet half way.

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*The door swings slowly open to reveal a large male form. As it step somewhat out into the hall’s torchlight, its features become all too familiar. Ganondorf stares down at the small librarian, with only a sheet wrapped around his waist. The only hint to his real identity, is the jewel piece upon his forehead. It was Melissa’s, and the only thing left from the transformation that didn’t get destroyed.* Melissa? *He speaks the name, as if it sounds unfamiliar to him.* There is no Melissa here. What do you want?

 Good. You do know where my chambers in the fortress are, correct? I do not care too much on what you bring, as long as I can get out of this sheet. There should at lest be a pair of work cloths. If you need more help, I am sure the sisters can guide you.

"I’ll try not to take to long," Keirin said as she began walking down the halls.
Though in reality she had no intention of going to the clothes. No, she only planned to look like she was going to. Then Keirin would loop faaaaar away from this room, and abscond back to the safety of her temple- and never return to this place again.
True she’d never get her broom, but she’d make it out alive. And that was good enough for the moment.

*He watches as she turns around, and begins walking down the wrong hall.* Vassal? … You are going the wrong way. *He lets out a long sigh, and  steps out into the hall. He had hoped, not to have to walk around in a bed sheet, but if this girl planned to serve him, she would need to know the fortress better. How exactly she had served him before today, she would never know.* Come. This way. *He motioned to her.*

There was a rapping at the door. "Melissa?" a hesitant voice inquired. "Did you get the goods?" The storyteller was normally too fearful to leave the forest temple. But Melissa had been willing to take a risk for Keirin, so it only seemed fair to at least meet half way.

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*The door swings slowly open to reveal a large male form. As it step somewhat out into the hall’s torchlight, its features become all too familiar. Ganondorf stares down at the small librarian, with only a sheet wrapped around his waist. The only hint to his real identity, is the jewel piece upon his forehead. It was Melissa’s, and the only thing left from the transformation that didn’t get destroyed.* Melissa? *He speaks the name, as if it sounds unfamiliar to him.* There is no Melissa here. What do you want?

Your Lord? *He quirks his brow again.* I thought you served me. *She had said king of the gerudo, hadn’t she? Oh well, it didn’t matter. A flying broom would be of no use to none without the proper training.* Yes, conditions. First, I wish you to go to my chambers, and bring back some clothes. That shouldn’t be hard for a vassal. Secondly, you will perform your construction here, under my supervision. Do you agree to these terms?  

The storyteller paled. Either she’d have to enter the other’s chambers, or go back to the temple and get some. And making one trip was already too much for her. She obviously couldn’t consent to these conditions, but she couldn’t straight out deny him….

"Alright. I accept." Keirin said with a slight bow.

Good. You do know where my chambers in the fortress are, correct? I do not care too much on what you bring, as long as I can get out of this sheet. There should at lest be a pair of work cloths. If you need more help, I am sure the sisters can guide you.

There was a rapping at the door. "Melissa?" a hesitant voice inquired. "Did you get the goods?" The storyteller was normally too fearful to leave the forest temple. But Melissa had been willing to take a risk for Keirin, so it only seemed fair to at least meet half way.

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*The door swings slowly open to reveal a large male form. As it step somewhat out into the hall’s torchlight, its features become all too familiar. Ganondorf stares down at the small librarian, with only a sheet wrapped around his waist. The only hint to his real identity, is the jewel piece upon his forehead. It was Melissa’s, and the only thing left from the transformation that didn’t get destroyed.* Melissa? *He speaks the name, as if it sounds unfamiliar to him.* There is no Melissa here. What do you want?

Brooms? *He arches his brow.* Flying brooms? This is what you wish to create to aid me? *He guffaws, placing his hands upon his hips, as his large frame shake from the laughter.* True, there is less upkeep, but not all have the ability to ride them. *He steps back from the door and motions to the desk.* For these items to help you, you would need a basic understanding of my people’s magics. Otherwise, there would be no way for you to even control such a device. Do you have such an understanding?

*He sensed the potential magic in her. Very odd for a human to posses skills in a gerudo based magic, but the signs were there. A part of him was curious if she could perhaps achieve her goal, but he would not simply hand these items over.* If you are determined to achieve your goal, I have two conditions for allowing you to borrow these. *He smirks.* 

Keirin’s cheeks burned. She had been foolish in her answer. Choosing not to defend her reasoning, the woman moved on to his questions. 
"While I have some of my lord’s magic, I suppose I lack a full comprehension of it. So far, the abilities that come easiest is controlling monsters. But I am quite adamant on being able to fly a broom."

She looked at the man wearily from the door frame. “So… what are the conditions?”

Your Lord? *He quirks his brow again.* I thought you served me. *She had said king of the gerudo, hadn’t she? Oh well, it didn’t matter. A flying broom would be of no use to none without the proper training.* Yes, conditions. First, I wish you to go to my chambers, and bring back some clothes. That shouldn’t be hard for a vassal. Secondly, you will perform your construction here, under my supervision. Do you agree to these terms?