The Plot Thickens

With overly confident steps, I returned to the fortress. Away from the fire, I began to shiver. It wasn't too far though, and I started running to keep warm. The world was a blur, and my only focus was trying to act and think as soberly as possible. In no time, I had searched the fortress, even his personal chambers in case he was sleeping, but the last place I looked was the throne room. The door was closed and I heard voices from inside. I should have waited to listen to who it was and what they said, but I barged right in like an imbecile. I was too late.

Nabooru had already weakened his defenses. She might have started with a few seductive whispers, a massage on his tense and tired shoulders, combing his hair, guiding his hands to areas of her bodies that made him desire her. I didn't see any of that happen, my inebriated, overactive imagination put those pieces together. I knew by the fact that she knelt between his legs that she was no victim. Fortunately, I had barged in while they were still clothed. It was too bad she didn't snap her neck when she twisted to see who had prevented her devious act. Ganondorf looked at me too, and I was hot with anger. "Oh, please, don't let me interrupt!"

I think she was going to take me seriously, but Ganondorf pushed her back. He stood up, and walked over to the long table by the wall. Some royalty poured strong ale, he poured water into a glass to drink. That's how valuable water was to us. "Why are you here, Ganondora?" he asked. Well, he didn't seem mad, maybe a tiny irritated. He seemed sincerely curious, or was I confusing that for being thankful? It didn't change the fact that I now felt betrayed.

"I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Nothing I have ever said, or done, matters to you," I said darkly, glaring.

Nabooru rose to her feet and approached me with her head held high. "I can't believe you would stoop so low as to accuse me of turning the Gerudo against our lord and king. I can't believe you'd use such underhanded methods to try to remove me from power."

"Liar!" I shouted, turning my fierce glare to her. "I could kill you with my bare hands. I'd gladly spoon out your eyes, feed them to you, and watch you gag on them until you died, but there's no point if I can't prove how you've betrayed all of us."

She gasped, and placed her fingers against her throat at the thought of choking on her eyeballs. "I would never betray my people, or my love, Ganondorf. He has done nothing but great deeds for us, and deserves more than you could ever offer him."

"You might be able to blind him with your physical pleasures, but I know the truth. You have never fought Ganondorf like I have! You have never suffered defeat by his blade, or achieved victory. To battle with a person is to truly understand them, and I have sparred with him countless times. I might not know everything, but I know enough that you would never be a queen that satisfies him." I didn't know if I was slurring my words, or if my body was making subconscious movements, but I was finally saying some of the things I had thought for a while.

For once, Nabooru was speechless. She stammered to try to argue, but I pushed her out of my way and approached Ganondorf. I realized we'd been talking about him like he wasn't even there, and he just listened. He had this grin, like he was utterly entertained by this argument we were having. "I thought you trusted me with your life. All I am trying to do is protect you," I pleaded, hoping he hadn't really forgiven her.

He laughed deeply. "Do you believe I need protecting?"

"Yes, from your own lust!"

"How dare you speak to him with such disrespect!?" Nabooru interjected.

"Disrespect," I snapped, and turned to face her again. "Disrespect is lying to his face, plotting his demise while you beg for his cock, and searching for some hero that doesn't exist so that you can claim leadership of the Gerudo. I can't even count the ways you aren't worthy of breathing in his presence."

"Ganondora," he said calmly, before Nabooru could speak, so I turned back to him. "She didn't arrange that meeting. They were acting on their own and she will speak with them in the morning to straighten it out."

His voice was so smug, as if nothing was wrong, as if he had done nothing wrong. I didn't want to trust what he said. I turned my back to him, but wanted to say so many things, though none of it mattered. I wanted to know what was on his mind. I knew he wasn't stupid, so I just couldn't figure out why he kept Nabooru around when she was poison for the Gerudo. The bottom line was that he could do whatever he wanted. Nabooru walked up to me and hissed, "Get out." So, I punched her in the face and I left. I didn't look back, but I'm pretty sure Ganondorf kept her back so that I wouldn't kill her 'on accident'.

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was infuriated at Ganondorf, but couldn't take it out on him. I hated that he and I could be so happy together, but when Nabooru was afraid he wasn't under her thumb anymore, she had to intervene. I was convinced she'd say things to him that belittled me, just to lower his opinion of me. I really hoped she was afraid of me, because one day I'd make her pay for all the shit she put me through. What happened to my knight in shining armor? And yet, I couldn't help but feel he was doing this all on purpose.

I sat in my room that night, sad but not crying, hurt but not broken. I thought about all the nice, although discreet, compliments Ganondorf gave me while she wasn't around, yet how I became less than her when she was. Were they in some type of delicate balance of keeping the other blinded to their real agendas? I didn't know what else to do to make him see he needed to cut her loose, or cut off her head.

Eventually I was able to feel my limbs again, the world didn't spin when I laid down, so I fell asleep. Don't forget, I had a raid the next day.