Thread: A Hero of Time {darkest_fate&Google}

The primary bedchamber did not contain much by way of weapons or armor but through a door found to the left of the best could be found not only his clothing but also a great number of weapons and armors from around the world. Some were owned because he used them but others were simply works of art like any other that he admired, entirely functional of course because there was no point in a weapon that couldn't take a life. The armor was the same way, all of it beautiful but also entirely functional, thick metal and powerful enchantments worked together to provide unparalleled protection. The sleeping chamber was a place for him to relax and find peace... having items from his collection there would merely serve as a distraction, and of course they were always an instant away if he needed them in hand. To the other side of the bed was an identical door, this one leading to his bathing chamber which was at least as impressive as the bed chamber. Equal in size the bed chamber the waters for the bath, about twenty feet by fifteen it increased in death as one approached the back, starting at his mid thigh and at its deepest it came up to his neck with convenient benches built into the side to make relaxation easier. He would be taking her in there before too long, likely before they left the next day to ride back to Hyrule. When she assured him that the offer was given in sincerity Ganondorf nodded, he actually believed her though he did suspect there was some ulterior motive behind the offer. Perhaps she had learned something of his planned invasion and thought that she could maintain control of her kingdom if she offered him a symbolic marriage and kept the power of the throne for herself. That idea was of course delightfully naive and it didn't seem to likely, she might be young and innocent but the princess didn't strike him as foolish. If she had seen something then perhaps she had grasped just how truly bleak the hopes of her land were if and when he did invade. That idea seemed the most likely too him, she had been sneaking around his palace, of that she was certain, before her use of magic had made her presence obvious, she had avoided the guards who were relatively few in number do to his preference for quiet but were well drilled and diligent, and there was no doubt she had come here for a purpose and the most likely explanation was espionage. Of course it appealed to his ego, she could see no way to stop what he had planned and so to ensure the survival of her people and of course her own continued life she had proposed what had before been nearly unthinkable. As she drank he did at well, not only to show her that it was safe but also because he genuinely enjoyed the burn as is slid down his throat and into his stomach. Of course the liquor was harsher then what she was used too, a princess from a softer and far more comfortable land then his own, no doubt she had only indulged in the finest of wines and more delicate spirits before this drink. Gerudo brandy was a harsh spirit distilled by a harsh people in a harsh land. It served its purpose well, it existed solely to get the people drunk and warm them on colder nights in the desert, over the centuries it had gone from being simple a rough spirit to something that every Gerudo male took pride in being able to distill and attempt to protect, the spirit in this bottle was one that Ganondorf had created himself and serving it to the princess was simply a way to lower her inhibitions a little. There was no doubt in his mind that his talents could be put to use in order to drug the princess, spells existed that would cause her body to warm and desire him in ways that she couldn't comprehend... but that was not an advantage of Ganondorf needed. I made this myself. He informed her, his voice soft now, not trying to give an impression that he was offended but simply to get her to listen intentionally. And I am afraid that I don't have any drinks that would be more to the liking of your refined pallet. Setting aside his own goblet for a moment he gently took her hand in his and poured another measure into the goblet she held, more then replacing what she had drank. Silent insistence, his eyes locked on hers and pressuring her to drink more. With her cup filled his hand lingered on hers for a moment, enjoying her warmth before he picked up his goblet once more and refilled it, having drained it in his first swallow and finding himself wanting more, due to his size it took a great deal of liquor to get him drunk. You will need something to sleep in tonight. He observed with a slight smile, looking over the dress she wore and knowing that it might be beautiful but it was impractical for sleeping. Draining his goblet a second time Ganondorf set it aside along with the bottle, raising both hands and slowly twisting them through the air, syllables murdered under his breath in seemingly nonsensical order. His face twisted ever so slightly as if he were struggling against a great weight and in a sense that was true... the magic he was using now was not familiar to him and to make up for a lack of finesse he applied a vast amount of power. White smoke and light pooled between his fingers, slowly condensing from the potential to the very real. It took time but a shape began to properly form, not summoned from elsewhere but instead created through raw magic. Then it was done, the object that had been taking shape was suddenly hanging between his fingers. It was a rather simple thing, he didn't have the experience for complexity. A white nightgown, formed to fit her body perfectly from shoulders to just about the middle of her thigh, his eyes measuring her body and he was confident that it was perfect. The color was the purest white with simple patterning of more sheer material to perfectly frame her innocence, the material was smooth, like the finest of cotton or silk, and just transparent enough to give him a glimpse of her perfectly formed body beneath it when it was worn. Please, consider this my first gift for you princess, I won't have my betrothed sleeping in the dress she wore during the day. He of course would be sleeping nude, not only because it was traditional but because he wanted a reaction from her.