Title: Desert Lily
Summary: We all know the rule: every girl falls for at least one bad boy. But this girl is in way over her head.

A/N: I don't plan anything graphic; however, I will make no promises. I will up the rating upon request or if I feel the need.

“Sheik.”

His red eye looked toward the speaker.

“Sheik, what is a man as fragile as you? As delicate or weak? You strike me a girl sometimes!”

He didn’t respond.

King Ganondorf laughed. “I jest, Sheik. You are definitely strong for such a small man.”

“Possibly it be, Master, that my size give me an advantage in certain situations,” Sheik mused. “Say, a thievery of sorts.”

“Ahaha, that is true!” Ganondorf leaned forward, arm on his knee, raising a mocking eyebrow at the mysterious Sheikah. “I like you, boy. You’re a fine addition to my army. A fine addition… indeed…”

Sheik looked away, but didn’t move. Inside his chest, his heart was beating slowly but hard. One thing he and the Princess had in common was their interest in the King of Evil. But Sheik was around. And though he definitely loved Ganon, he showed it not at all, and knew the King merely wished to please himself. If Impa knew… or, worse, perhaps, if Zelda herself knew, of the things the King said to Sheik, the things he did…

Neither could ever know.

It shamed Sheik, but he always came off as indifferent, and so nothing was wrong.

“Play me a tune on the harp, Sheik.”

“Any in particular, my Master?”

Master. What a joke. And Ganon figured that, as a master, he must have a slave. And Sheik was one such slave. But Ganon preferred Sheik. He was his favorite. Sheik briefly wondered if Ganon would do such things to Princess Zelda. She would never stand for it…

Which was a lie.

Sheik hated being Ganondorf’s plaything. But he liked it, too. Zelda would be exactly the same in his position. She would just have never been in his position.

Heh. Zelda would be jealous, though.

“You choose. I don’t care which.”

Sheik played a sad, melodic tune on the harp, and Ganondorf closed his eyes, a smile on his face. Sheik watched his master’s unmoving expression as his fingers plucked the correct strings. Muscle memory.

Ganondorf wasn’t particularly attractive. Quite honestly, he was rather hideous if you wanted to get technical. But something about him, his pride, his audacity, how deliciously evil he was… something made one forget that he was rather gross to the eye.

The song ended and Ganon’s orange-yellow eyes opened, and gave Sheik that look. That look that he knew very well. Ganon’s smile grew. Malevolence danced in his eyes.

“You look quite famished, boy.” The smile grew even more, and white teeth flashed. “Here, I’ll get you something.”

Sheik put the harp down and walked over to his master, pulling his collar down below his chin.

Would… Zelda really be jealous?

Feeling the flutter in his stomach…

Yes. Yes she would be.