She watched him walk across the lawn towards her, steps smooth and calculated, lips twisted in an arrogant smirk, eyes smouldering. This was a look she knew set hearts racing, a look that had secured him lovers in both his court and hers. This was a man who savoured the hunt, a man who always got what he wanted and desired. Whom hungered for what he should not have.
Lord Argo of Akkala had his eyes set on his greatest trophy. Her throne, her body, her legacy. Her.
He was the first to swear fealty to Ganondorf, his large army of soldiers taking eastern Hyrule in a wave of blood. She still recalled the almost delicious sight of his arrogance morphing to terror as the Demon King ordered her to kill him, his usefulness ended. The pitiful sounds of his begging echoing through the dark throne room, as she raised her kunai.
Frost began to appear on the grass around her skirts and the air began to chill as she levelled her glare at him. His only acknowledgment a further widening of his smirk as a glint of teeth appeared. He did not shy away from the challenge of felling a ferocious beast.
He bowed and gracefully took her hand, lips gliding softly over her knuckles, amber eyes never leaving her steel green ones.
“Good morning my Princess.”
She tilted her head up and let the venom drip from her tongue.
“Never yours.”