[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER TAKES A VIOLENT TURN. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING WITH VIOLENCE, PLEASE STOP READING.]
Daruk made his way up the dark stairwell, the apparent scent of burning wood filling his nose. Apparently Zelda's Study had wood in it or something?
Anyways, Daruk was told by King Rhoam that Zelda was probably writing notes in her study. The castle was the safest place from the Calamity, since it hadn't taken the castle over yet, so even lying out in a tower next to a giant castle was safer than being in an ice hut in the Gerudo Desert.
Daruk opened the door to her study as quietly as he could, not to abruptly disrupt her, and stepped in. He cleared his throat, catching the princess' attention.
"Oh. Hello, Daruk," she greeted coldly, without turning around. Her coldness made Daruk physically cold, causing him to shiver.
"Um, I just came here to say- I'm sorry for your loss. Urbosa meant a lot to all of us, and we all loved her. But you had a special connection with her-"
"We did not have a special connection. It was merely a one-sided admiration," Zelda corrected.
"Y-yes. Ahem, but I know how difficult of a time you are facing. I lost my own wife. I know how it feels."
"Mhm, yes. But in the end, you both fell in love, got married, and had a child, yes?" This time, she paused her scribbling and turned around. "So you had your happy ending. She died with her happy ending. She deserved to die."
Daruk turned red. He was supposed to feel bad for her and show her sympathy and compassion, but what she said right there had crossed the line. Daruk promised himself he wouldn't-
"How dare you say that. My wife was a wonderful, caring, woman. She was the sweetest person in the world, and without her, my life would have been horrible. She helped me through thick and thin, and she was the most important person in my life," Daruk growled. "If you EVER, and I mean ever, say that someone deserved to die, especially someone as incredible as her, then you're a disgrace." Daruk huffed heavily, letting out all his internal anger. When it came to his wife, he was very defensive.
It seemed like Zelda used that to her advantage. "Thanks for the flowers," she says, grabbing the flowers from Daruk's clenched fist and placing the flowers in the dirt pile next to her desk as if she hadn't been scolded so much her skin burned. "I love Silent Princesses."
She looked in the left drawer of the desk above her little garden, pulling out a dagger. A Royal Dagger, with a print of an upside down Tri-Force. Daruk widened his eyes. That was the symbol of Lorule, the darkest land of them all.
Why did she have that dagger? Daruk's heartbeat sped up, his body rushing into a heat of panic. He whipped open the door of the study when Zelda pointed her dagger out, slowly approaching him.
He tried to run away, but all of a sudden, the bridge was broken. He had no way to turn but down. He didn't want to jump. He had a son, a city, a whole empire to save. Why was Zelda doing this? Didn't she appoint him as Champion?
Daruk spun around, but didn't see Zelda. Instead, he saw a monster with sharp, bloody, teeth. Fur as dark as the night. One claw especially sharpened to take down her prey.
Physically, yes, it was Zelda. The way she was acting, though, was not Zelda. It was of a thoughtless, heartless monster.
Before Daruk even tried to escape its wrath, she pounced onto her prey, stabbing her sharpest claw into him. There was no bleeding, but the pain was unbearable.
Daruk's mouth was held shut, and his eyes blacked out. He coughed and coughed as more and more blood dripped down his chin. He could feel where his stomach was pierced, a searing, stinging pain that felt as if all of your organs were burning. She then removed the dagger, letting all the blood pour out. It was an extremely relieving feeling, but also his last one.
'I'm ready to see you again, my love.' he thought, as he imagined his last of his wife, the one who'd he see in the afterlife, as he believed, with the Goddess.
The last words he heard were barely audible, since his ear were pumping like heavy heartbeats, but he could make it out.
"This is what a Silent Princess really means," she chuckles, before stabbing the dagger into his heart.
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Her Love is Poison, but My Love is Pure
HorrorMipha and Link always spent time together. They were best friends, even close to lovers. They'd known each other since they were toddlers, playing around with the other children at Zora's Domain. One mistake, and it was all gone.
