꧁⎝ ༺ His prisoner ༻ ⎠꧂

Night had settled over the castle, leaving the halls beyond your room eerily quiet. Moonlight streamed through the massive window, casting silver light across the polished floor. From where you sat, Hyrule stretched out in the distance, beautiful and peaceful beneath the stars. It almost made it easy to forget where you were.

Almost.

The room itself was lavish. Tall bookshelves lined one wall, filled with ancient texts and forgotten histories. A sturdy desk stood in the center of the chamber, positioned directly toward the door. Across from it rested a large circular bed built into the wall, piled high with silken blankets and soft pillows.

Everything was luxurious.

Everything was a reminder that you belonged to Ganon.

The Demon King had never seen a reason to throw you into a dungeon. Instead, he kept you here, surrounded by comfort and luxury, as if trying to prove that your freedom meant so little to him that he did not even need bars to keep you captive.

The silence weighed heavily on the room.

Every creak of the castle made you wonder if he was approaching. Every distant sound made your stomach tighten. You never knew when Ganon would appear. Sometimes he ignored you for days. Other times he would enter without warning, carrying that same confident smile that always made your blood run cold.

You had once been Hyrule's champion.

Now you sat alone in the heart of your enemy's castle, waiting and wondering what the Demon King had planned for you next.