Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

Whether by exhaustion or blood loss, the radiantly broken Princess finally succumbed to sleep upon the cold, cell slates. Her delicate figure lay completely motionless, as Princess were trained in Hyrule as it was not deemed proper for a noble to toss nor turn in their sleep, save for the gentle breaths which caused her shapen breasts to rise and fall..Sleep, blissful sleep. Such temporary escape from such excruciating pain...Agony that the Goddesses themselves could not alleviate.. It was her destiny. To survive this storm, alone A surging pang of hunger urged her eyes open, after hours, perhaps days had passedA day at least, for a bucket of water had been placed by the door, and next to it a plate coated with a thick brownish slime left perhaps by the meal that had once been there, or more likely the vermin that had devoured it as she slept...Slowly, Zelda lifted herself up by her elbowsHer shoulder still seering with pain, but the dryness of her throat held far more power over her at that momentHer restraints clung to her, as she inched herself closer and closer to the rusty bucket, thats contents would more than likely plague her with an illness just as agonizing if she were too drag her tongue against the spoiled circumference of that soiled plate.. The water was muddled, cloudy, and smelled faintly of earthYet it was proper to suspect that the Moblins had not gathered fresh rain water, and that the contents of the bucket most likely had been scooped up from the bottom of the fountain, or perhaps even the moatDipping her hands elegantly into the cool water, Zelda held her breath slightly as she pursed her lips, to take in the bare nourishment A Princess can survive, off of the very essence of a dew drop, and nothing more Her mothers voice stirred within her heart..As visions of feasts, where her father and the nobles of the court near-gorged themselves upon finely cooked meals and exquisite pastriesWhile the Queen, and her young daughter, ate on small silver plates, a single portion, as was customary, in order to maintain the ethereal Royal waistline As the once refreshing water subsided to a rather bitter aftertaste, Zelda allowed her aching limbs to stretch, standing up so that she could drag the bucket towards the stone slate that could barely pass as a bed.Averting her gaze as she stood, Zelda began lightly scrapping off the dried mud upon her body, instead of focusing upon the small creatures she had spotted jumping about in the hay nearbySome bits of the mud and blood, flaked off without much difficultyBut the rest, was what she had saved the water for. Though her stomach still quivered, the incessant nagging of tutors and nursemaids, preaching the importance of appearance, outweighed the most innocent desire to sate both thirst and hunger.. Cupping her palms into the water, Zelda rubbed her chilled, broken skin..removing as many blemishes as water could..The soil that had refused to brush off, trickled now in watery streams down her body. First from her armsher shoulders, the nape of her neck down to the swell of her breasts. Soon, the fair Princess teeth were trembling, her fingers gone numb, barely able to feel the coarse texture of the hay she picked up from the stone slab, to blot off the running mud-water before it stained her flesh.. The bucket now half full, the whole of her youthful figure now trembling, Zelda cleaned her thighs, the length of her legs, and as modestly as one could given her circumstances, daintily and carefully removed any splots of mud that had tainted her golden curls Exhausted from merely standing, Zelda knelt down upon the stone floor once again. Her frozen fingers dipped once again into the bucket, as she began lightly stringing the water through her hair, in a manner quite similar to one playing a lyre. Her pale lips quivering as she washed the mud and debris from her long tresses, Zelda felt her heart fluttering to a point of near panicFrom the coldfrom the painfrom him She could hear his voice, louder than any other.She could see him, no matter how tightly she closed them, nor how long she kept them open He was everywhere Trembling, a gasp escaped her lips as she clutched her neck, coughing violently for a moment as she fought to suppress the anxiety swelling inside of her. No..He could not win her this easilyShe would not allow it. Swallowing softly, the tragic sovereign pulled herself up onto the pile of stone and haybringing her knees to her chest she closed her eyes slowly, her arms wrapping about her lithe body as she began hummingA song written by bards, many centuries agoA lament of two young lovers..Destined for one anotherAn appropriate song for a Princess to enjoy..One that surely must have captivated the young Princess at court for reasons other than the way her parents gazed at one another so affectionately as it was sungSoftly, quietly at first, barely audibleEnough to warm her throatHer quivering lips soon gave way to wordsand perhaps, throughout the castle, in the midst of that night or dayher elegant voice was carried on by each stone of the palace O western wind, when wilt thou blow.. That the small rain down can rain...? So that my love... were in my arms ... And I in my bed again Lulled into sleep after the last note caressed her lipsZelda barely moved from her spot upon the slate..She spent her days staring up at that barred hole in the walltrying to spot any sign from the skyline of whether or not her beloved Hyrule still stoodThe food, if one could call the pile of brownish slop that, no longer was escorted in, but rather the door was opened wide enough so that the plate was tossed down upon the floor and a bucket of water beside it, spilling typically a great deal of its contents onto the floor..which the rats would promptly tend to instead..Eating with eyes closed and nose shut was the most efficient way she had found not to immediately gag and negate any nutrients she might have sustainedWhen enough had been taken to nearly satisfy her stomach, she slipped the plate onto the floor and allowed the rats to finish the remainsAny crafty prisoners would have used this as a way to fatten up the rats and then eat them insteadThough Zelda contained herself thus far in her imprisonment, on a meager amount of what resembled foodbut more so upon water, that would act to convince the rest of her body that she was full As the door creaked open, the young Princess did not flinchbut the knocking, that alerted her attention. Sitting down with her legs to the side of her, her back against the wall..Her long hair veiling her most intimate places in the manner of some elegant tapestry figure, Zeldas crystalline eyes still bright, glanced up towards the cell door. No tears lingered upon her facethe cuts and bruises upon her ivory skin nearly vanished..She seemed, barely touched, by her time in isolationThough her heart writhed beneath her breast, she turned her head from the grinning man, looking up towards the ceiling as if his presence there was as threatening as the rats that scurried out through the open door I have not.