Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

She couldn't stand him, one didn't need to be an expert in body language to pick up on that but that didn't matter very much to Ganondorf, there were plenty of political marriages throughout history that involved people who were not in love but were doing it for the greater good. Her being attracted or even want to spend any time in his presence at all didn't matter very much in that moment, he wanted her badly, very badly indeed, and would seize any opportunity to possess her. In time she would learn to love him or at the very least she would certainly desire him. Well trained, she didn't outright refuse to share a bed with him but instead phrased it as uncertainty. She likely didn't want to offend him given the rather delicate situation that she had found herself in but by being polite she was putting up an exceptionally weak front in the face of his desires. It was true that she had agreed to his other conditions without an issue and he expected that he would be able to hold her to her word if for nothing else but the sense of honor that her culture took such foolish pride in. Your objection is noted princess but I am simply being pragmatic. You have entered my palace unannounced and while you have not raised a finger against me I have no way of knowing what you were up to before announcing yourself and entering my throne room. I would be well within my rights to consider such an invasion an act of war and take you as my prisoner as a response. He smiled as he spoke, letting the words sink in, giving her time to understand the enormity of the trouble that she was in should she press her luck, a threat that was unspoken but should be entirely clear. She could play by his rules or she could enjoy time in a prison cell while his armies invaded in response to her provocation... an invasion they would be almost certainly unprepared for. I am going to need to insist that you share my bed and I will repeat myself, I will respect your virtue until we are married. It is entirely for practical purposes as I am sure you can understand, if you share my bed I can be entirely sure you aren't sneaking out of my chambers to steal any secrets. Of course he was lying, while he would technically respect her virginity he would indulge his desire her flesh any other way were possible. One final step forward, a slow and steady as before, and he was well within arms reach of the Princess, close enough that he could smell the perfume that she used, intoxicating. He suspected she would be able to smell his own masculine musk, watching closely to see how she might react to the scent. As my betrothed I really must insist that you join share my bed with me tonight. Beyond even the more pragmatic reasons it is also a very important part of the build up to the traditional marriage. This part was the truth, the tradition had likely stemmed from testing to see if the betrothed couple had the self control to wait until the end of the ceremony to consummate their union. He stood there in silence, smirking as though challenging her speak out against his demands, before turning away a few moments later, walking swiftly towards one of the many large banners that hung from the walls of his throne room. Pulling this one, indistinguishable from any of the others, to the side he revealed a hidden doorway, one that led directly to his chambers and only opened with a wave of a hand that was covered by purple flames. Please Princess, down this hall is where you will be sleeping.