#sometimes i think about how in the nes version sarah was 'awake' when she was kidnapped

[cornelianlute]

protect possessive * and * hostage wHO SAID IT COULDN'T BE ALL THREE ( falsestalwart / garland )

a meme  ↳ @falsestalwart

protect.

a leisurely stroll through the forest had gone from uneventful to… well, rather eventful when a group of goblins led by a much larger one assaulted their little expedition group. she stills think of that time even now. she hadn't been much help in the way of the fight and had, she felt, been more of a nuisance than anything with the soldiers bellowing out to protect the princess.

the captain of the guard had shouted for her to take cover - behind a tree, a stump, or anything at all that she could find that would shield her from the goblins. she did as she had been told - or tried to when their leader had sprang forth from the shadows and had lunged forward with its knife. blood the colour of scarlet ran down her arm from the wound she had received and she had let out an 'oh!' after she had screamed from the shock of the enemy appearing out of thin air. a loud crash could both be heard and felt and before she could even turn to see who it had been, a gauntleted hand the colour of silver moonlight pulls her to his side.

it was garland come to save the day. he hold her fiercely by his side to protect her from the oncoming onslaught of demonic creatures and it wasn't too long after that they had all managed to fall - by his hands and the guards.

her heart beat widely against her chest as her thoughts scrambled for some kind of semblance of normality. the other guards weren't so bold to take their princess the way garland had and even it brings shades of crimson to her cheeks when she remembers how good it felt to be by his side like that. but, no. she mustn't think like that. she was a princess, and he a knight. it was never to be anything more than a crush.

possessive. & hostage.

she had rejected him like she had all the other times before, but why did this time hurt so much? because he clung to her so? it was frightening to watch him turn from a once noble man to one that seemed to hold sway over the darkness. she had assumed his proposal had been one arranged by her parents like so many others. would she never marry for love? or would she grow to be an old spinster and die alone like she had read had happened to other ladies in the past or in fantasies? if she had known (well she did, in fact, know, but she was forever doomed to repeat her past mistakes) the consequences of one tiny rejection, she would've accepted his hand in marriage gladly albeit a tiny bit afraid, too. she did cherish him so and clearly he must feel the same with how upsetting it was to be rejected by her.

even just asking him what had gone wrong had fallen onto deaf ears. her protests were ignored too when he scooped her up and took her lute with him. it didn't matter how many times she told him to let her go. it didn't matter how many times she struggled. he held onto her ever so tightly like she was his and his alone. she wished she had been unconscious though the second the screams of her father's men met her ears and the splatter of their blood coloured the gray stone floors of the castle and her yellow dress. those sights and sounds would haunt her for the rest of her days, and even as he cut down all her father's men, even as she listened to the screams of anguish and their words of confusion, he held onto her so tightly like he wouldn't even let her go if he died right here and now.

"i'll marry you, garland! i'll marry you if that's what you truly want! just stop all this madness!" her voice breaks as tears fall from her eyes. "p-please just stop! stop all of this…" but he continued and he took her to the chaos shrine north of the kingdom. after all she was his princess. she was his and his alone. and there she would remain at the chaos shrine for days upon days until the warriors of light would come to rescue her and cut down garland, to take from him his princess and return his hostage to her home.