#not meant to be

“I guess I’m not really over you if I still search for you within other guys.”

“We were just too different. I looked for the beauty in love and you looked for the reason in it.”

“I’ve never believed in this right person, wrong timing thing because to me, the right person is always timeless.”

Maybe life isn’t about avoiding the bruises. Maybe it’s about collecting the scars to prove we showed up for it.

Maybe everything was meant to be this way…

Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.

“only a matter of time”

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4 -Chapter 5

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WARNING! This fic contains: blood/violence, torture & implied/reference sexual assault

If any of these upset you, please do not read!

Conflicting Notions

Blood covered Faris’ hands and his chest heaved. He could feel his body shaking from adrenaline as he looked transfixed at the mess that covered his hands. Even with the cheers of the Colosseum crowd, his heartbeat was deafening in his ears. Thumping as he looked down to the ground before him.

A man lay limp at his feet. Curled up with both hands clutching onto the sword that still stuck out from his side.

Dead.

“No …” Faris gasped, taking a step back in the sand. “I’m not supposed to be here. N-No I don’t-”

Turning around to run, he felt chains hold him still. The echoes of the dungeons in the colosseum filled with wails, pleas and moans of the innocent slaves.

Faris’ nose stung of piss and blood making him want to hurl. He was stopped from gagging when a sting so harsh he fell to his knees whipped his back.

Laughter resonated in his ears as the crack and sting of whipping soon left his back warm with his own blood.

“P-Please,” Faris moaned, his body shaking in fear. “I d-don’t belong here.” Shutting his eyes as tight as he could, he prayed to any god, goddess or deity to free him.

The pain stopped but when Faris opened his eyes he wasn’t in heaven. But in hell.

Dark and tinted orange by candlelight, floor covered in pillows while the walls were draped with curtains. And a stench of smoke and alcohol made his nose wrinkle. The whorehouse brought a look of sheer horror to Faris’ features.

A hand touched his shoulder, roving down his chest and caressing his pectorals. Another followed, combing through his dreads and tugging harshly on the strands.

“S-Stop it!” Faris objected, turning to look at his assailant but only saw dark walls.

Another disembodied hand touched the small of his back, eagerly travelling to touch his rear and-

“Fuck!” Faris swore as he tried to move his arms but felt two strong hands clench his wrists to restrain him. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare!” Faris belowed, fear coating his words.

The hand in his hair pulled harder, making Faris’ head sting. What felt like claws grazed along his scalp as fingers tucked under the waistband of his trousers.

“I don’t belong here!” Faris declared, trying to look around. But all he saw were the whorehouse walls, seeming to enclose him in the already claustrophobic space.

“T-Teb,” Faris whimpered, losing much of his will to fight. “Where are you?!”

He was scared. Horrified. He was like a little deer, shaking in the cold winter with no doe of a mother to care for him. He was a shell of a man. Numb to the whips, the hands and the blood.

“P-please,” Faris implored, as he closed his eyes as tight as he could. “T-Tebanam.”

“FARIS!” Tebanam shouted, hands clutching at the other man’s arms to shake him from his disturbing dream. “WAKE UP, DAMMIT!”

Faris’ eyes flashed open as he bolted upright. His lungs gasping for air as he darted his head to look at his surroundings. His skin was cool with cold sweat while his bones felt as jittery as a leaf.

Tebanam, only a shadow in the darkroom took him into a hug. Squeezing Faris as close to him as he could.

“Shhh,” Tebanam hushed him. One hand holding the back of Faris’ head. “It’s ok. It’s ok. You’re not there anymore. You’re here with me.”

“N-No,” Faris’ voice shook as his eyes still tried to look at his surroundings. As if, at any second, they could change back to the whorehouse or colosseum dungeon. “I-I’m not I was … I was w-with them and-”

“It was a nightmare, Faris.” Tebanam persisted, rocking the horrified man in his arms. “You are far, far away from Al-Daida.”

“Y-You’re wrong,” Faris objected, shaking his head. “I’m a b-brute, a monster, a who-”

“Shut up,” Tebanam ordered, squeezing tighter - if that were possible-. “No you’re not. You’re Faris. You’re my love.” His voice was shaky, clearly off put by seeing Faris so fear-stricken. “You are none of those things. You are a kind and loving man. W-Who is safe and l-loved.” The prince’s voice shook on the last words, as his resolution choked at the sight of Faris continuing fright.

Faris didn’t try to protest anymore. Shivering in his partner’s arms until soon, his stiffened body softened. Letting the warmth of Tebanam’s embrace consume him, he felt tears well up in his eyes. For the first time in over a year, Faris cried.

Tebanam didn’t say a word, only held him close and kissed him until the sorrowful man soon nodded off to sleep.

“Prince Tebanam!” A loud knock echoed past the bedroom door as a servant’s voice called for Tebanam’s attention.

“Yes?” The man called in a groan.

“Your highness and … Faris have been asked to visit Princess Kanisa for lunch.” The voice said, pausing as if to ponder just what to call Tebanam’s lover. “She asked for you both to be by her quarters in an hour.”

“Thank you.” Tebanam responded, waiting for the footsteps to grow faint before looking down to where Faris still lay.

Faris had his eyes shut tightly, as if trying to hold onto the ever so slight chance he could return to sleep. He had managed one proper hour but otherwise, the rest of the night passed in a sort of half-unconscious sleep, where he would faintly feel his mind doze off before a flash of a crowded coliseum, crack of a whip, or the sinister smell of the incense lord Siek had liked before snapping back into dream-riddled reality.

When the bodyguard finally went to open his eyes, he looked up to Tebanam. Faris only needed to give him a glance to know the prince had had even worse luck with sleeping than him. Dark shadows hung under his eyes, clearly visible through the bright light emitting from the curtained window.

The prince was sitting up, book in his lap and back resting on the bed’s headboard. When Faris looked to the paperback in his lover’s fingers, he noticed he was already three-fourths through the rather thickly paged novel. If he recalled correctly, Tebanam had only just started the book the night before, only finishing a few chapters before having abandoned it for sleep. Clearly, he had been reading all night.

“I’m sorry,” Faris muttered, scooting over to rest his head in Tebanam’s lap.

“What for, dear?” Tebanam asked, tenderly stroking the side of Faris’ face.

“For keeping you awake. You didn’t sleep at all after my … nightmare, did you?”

Tebanam was silent, whether thinking or still concentrating on his book, Faris couldn’t tell. “No need to apologise. I’ve never been good at falling back asleep anyway.”

But still, Faris thought, guilt still weighing in his chest.

“Anyhow, I can just go to sleep early tonight to make up for it.” Tebanam said, trying to cheer Faris up. “Besides, we have to get ready to see Kanni.”

“What do you think she wants to talk about?” Faris asked, sitting up to allow the prince to get out of bed.

Tebanam let out a chuckle. “She doesn’t need a reason, Faris. She’s my sister. It’s honestly about time we sat down and talked properly. Hopefully, we’ll get to see the kids too.”

Faris supposed he was right, one didn’t need a reason to want to see family. But it wasn’t like he knew better. The term family was something that was still very foreign to the man. Especially considering where Faris had come from.

The bodyguard could not help but think of Tebanam’s family, how warm and considerate they all were. The Dragmire family was also a tight unit and would very clearly tear the world apart for each other. Faris felt hopeful when he found himself watching Tebanam get ready. His mind wondered if he and Tebanam, if all went well, could create something like that. Create a family. Maybe even with a kid or two. Even with how raw his chest stung from recent events - not to mention the horror of that dream - the concept of Tebanam and him growing old together, happy and content, eased Faris like not many things could.

“Faris?” Tebanam called out, dragging his partner out of his still sleep-ridden stupor. “What’s the matter?”

“What?” Faris mumbled, suddenly alert, blinking as he realised that Tebanam was now fully dressed and waiting for Faris to follow suit. “Oh … Sorry.”

Getting up, Faris caught the look of worry that flashed in the prince’s eyes as he watched him get ready.

“You know we could say ‘no’ to Kanni’s invite,” Tebanam said firmly, watching Faris pull on a white tunic.

Faris could not help but smile. Even if he dreaded leaving the safety and quiet of their quarters, he knew it was the best for both of them. Even if there was discomfort in the thought of talking to people so important yet so unfamiliar.

“I’ll be fine, Tebanam,” Faris said, resting a hand on his partner’s shoulder as if he was the one that needed comforting. “Besides, I’m sure you miss her. You only managed to talk to her a little bit yesterday, right?”

“I suppose …” Tebanam muttered, giving Faris a hand as he climbed into the rather tight-fitting trousers. “But if you want to come back here at any moment, just say. It’s practically all I can do for you while we hunt down the bastard who let word spread.”

“Thank you, Tebanam,” Faris said, turning to wrap his arms around his prince’s neck and giving him a quick kiss. Now more than ever, he had to make sure Tebanam knew just how thankful he was to be here with him.

Even with the mere twenty paces from their bedchamber door, Faris was grateful this part of Hyrule castle was deserted apart from the skittering of a single servant moving from a distant royal chamber. At the very least, he would not have to deal with hearing the horrible remarks of the other occupants of the castle. He only just had to deal with Tebanam’s sister. Easy right?

Well, at first, it was indeed easy.

Kanisa had welcomed the couple into her quarters like they were entering her very own home. Offering them tea and a snack from the assorted platter of baked sweets surely brought up to satiate the growing hunger of her two children.

Kanisa’s bedroom quarters was like a mirror image of Tebanam’s. Except while the younger brother’s windows faced the morning sun, Kanisa’s faced the beautiful garden of the castle two floors below. Without even going to see through the glass, Faris could see the tops of high hedges, well-trimmed vines and flower beds full of colourful petals. The only other difference was that there was two doors that connected to the bedroom, one to a bathroom and  - from Faris’ guess - the children’s room.

The sister Kanisa was beautiful, Faris knew that much. Although taller, tanner and carrying much of her Gerudo father in her, the princess’s true beauty came from her mother. She had the queen’s fine features and kind smile that would have surely been the splitting image of her mother when she was her age. She also had the grace of the queen. She glided more than she walked, spoke kindly but not frivolously and knew the perfect amount of strictness and praise to keep the children from harassing their guests too much. Although that did soon backfire.

Kanisa had clearly invited Tebanam and Faris for the purpose of properly catching up with her brother in addition to acquainting herself with her brother’s lover. But no less than ten minutes after first entering, Tebanam had been dragged into a game of knights and dragons with Kanisa’s children, Kerugan and Audlin.

Both too young to comprehend or pronounce their uncle’s full first name, Audlin called him Teddy, while Kerugan - only a year or two older than Audlin by the looks - felt too dignified to call him by such a baby-like name, as he proudly pointed out, and called him Uncle Teb instead.

Faris, who had worried that since he had never really talked to a child before, had been struck with the horrible realisation that, if the children did not like him, then Kanisa would surely follow? But, thankfully, those fears were soon dashed away. As, after only a few minutes of ogling and invasive yet innocent questions, the two kids were grinning at Faris as much as they did their uncle.

Audlin, who still could not quite enunciate ’s’ excitedly called him Fairy, with delighted giggles. While the mature acting Kerugan went with Uncle Faris. Although the gesture was small, Faris felt a faint smile warming his face at the nicknames they had given him. The children were so adorable, in fact, that Faris was almost completely fine with Tebanam obeying his niece and nephews demands to play with them. The sight of which made Faris’ chest wriggle with a deep sense of love for the man as the prince made the children guffaw with laughter. The only negative to this being now Faris was stuck alone with Kanisa and her surly looking husband, Vidar.

Kanisa, well-trained in the matters of polite conversation, had asked about how Faris was and how he was managing living in the castle - as if this question had not been asked by everyone since he arrived.

Tebanam had let out a playful rawr as his designated role of the dragon and Kerugan foolishly jumped to protect his little sister only to be swiped up in his uncle’s strong arms in an act of kidnap. The Fairy Princess Warrior Emperess Audlin had a small thin wooden sword in her hand and she ordered the nasty monster to let go of her big brother or else.

Kanisa was just starting to ask Faris if they had considered traveling towards Uskar when the 'or else’ revealed itself to be Audlin whaking Tebanam’s shines with her mock sword until Tebanam fell to his knees.

“Kanni! Fairy Princess - ouch - Warrior - Ow! - Audlin is so - oow - cruel!” Tebanam fake sobbed, still holding the wriggling Kerugan above his head so as the child would not be hit by his sister’s furious swipes.

Kanisa had given Faris an apologetic look before getting to her feet to help her brother. The mother scolded her daughter for playing too rough, her son for laughing at it and then at her brother for encouraging them. But this did not spoil the fun, as a matter of fact, since Kanisa soon became the new damsel in distress as Audlin said Tebanam was too powerful even for her, so she needed her brother’s help.

In spite of how greatly bemusing it was to see Tebanam laughing hedonistically as he buried Kanisa in a pile of the children’s soft toys, Faris soon realised he was not alone. Vidar, who had been silent while Kanisa had talked to Faris, still sat in his chair. And, although for a moment, the two men had quietly smiled over their respective partners, Vidar broke his stoic silence.

“I heard those rumours.” Vidar said curtly, a hint of an accent in his voice.

Faris stiffened immediately. Taking his eyes away from the heartwarming scene at the other side of the room. And, for the first time, Faris properly looked at Vidar.

With blue-ish skin, dark thick hair in a braid, he most definitely looked like a man from a world very far from the room he sat in. He, like Faris, was covered with scars of a life of fighting. But the bodyguard noted how they were different from his. Mainly of wild animals and other horrible beasts of the northern world, Faris had heard, unlike the man-made swords and knives that marked Faris’ forearms and whip slashes in his back. Even so, the man was clearly a warrior, with the heavy muscles that bulge in his Hyrulian tunic and worn, callous covered hands. Although intimidating, Faris had to admit that Vidar was also a good-looking man, even with the slight frown furrowing his brow and prettily embroidered eyepatch - surely made by his wife - covering his right eye.

Faris did not reply to Vidar’s words, too shocked to speak but also feeling cautious. He had learned in these past few days to be wary, especially now that there was someone who was spreading his secrets.

Vidar did not seem to need Faris to speak. The sentence appeared to be more of a way to get his full attention rather than to insult or tease him. As he then furthered, “I know it is not anything like what is said about you but I went through very much the same.”

Vidar paused to scratch as his well kept beard, and Faris’ slight frown was all he gave him. So the Uskarian continued.

“I met Kanisa on the first diplomatic visit of Uskar to Hyrule. We kept our … relationship a secret at first. But when I returned and soon took their dear princess away to Uskar, the people of Hyrule made up all kinds of rumours. I was called a rapist, a barbarian, a beast. They believed I had seduced, stole or even kidnapped Kanisa and held her for ransom.”

Vidar’s body did not betray his anger apart from the deep set frown that adorned his face. “My first time returning back to Hyrule after marrying Kanni and having Kerugan … It was awful. I did not fear them but I definitely watched my back at each turn, as if I might do something wrong, more horrible accusations would be made. I can only be thankful those same whispers weren’t about Kerugan. They just believed him to be an innocent baby born of …” Vidar paused as his lips clenched together in disgust.

Faris, hoping to not force the man into saying anything he didn’t want to, spoke. “Then … How did they change? I’ve only heard great things about you.”

Vidar smiled for the first time, it suited him much better than the curt look he had shown since they arrived. “Time, mostly. But it helped to have Zarazu.”

Faris recalled that Zarazu, Covarog’s wife and the future queen of Hyrule, was born outside of the Hyrule realm too. Once an island full of magic, calamity had struck and had forced the already small population of Lorleidians into refuge in Hyrule. A bunch of magic users and dragon tamers, now that Faris thought about it, would have surely been a horrifying sight for the dignified council members of Hyrule.

“As the future queen and mother of Coverog’s children, she fought for the first few years to ensure the refuges, both Lorleidians and others were welcomed and treated as fairly as any Hyrulian.”

“Just like that?” Faris asked confusedly.

Vidar let out a huff of a laugh, “No, nothing that simple. Although having the queen and Ralnor is a huge help, most of it comes from proving doubters wrong.”

Faris did not seem satisfied with this explanation. In fact, the bodyguard frowned. This very same notion had been offered up by Queen Zelda but …

“How can I prove I’m not a slave … When they are right?” Faris asked. It was the first time he had asked the question that had been poisoning his mind for hours.

Vidar frowned at this. “Are you saying you’re still a barbarian then?”
“What?”
“And a murderer? And a slave? And a whore? Are you still those things?”

Hearing the words from a near-to-almost stranger made Faris extremely uncomfortable but he understood Vidar’s point.

No, he wasn’t anymore. He was a free man. Not just that but a bodyguard to a prince and a lover to that very same man. He was someone who had become a better and a more whole person since those days before Tebanam had freed him.

“N-No,” Faris admitted. Looking to the teacups that sat abandoned in their saucers on the table they sat at. The dregs cold yet still making small waves in the cups from the trundling of children’s feet nearby.

“Then how are they true?” Vidar asked. Looking right into Faris’ eyes when he braved a look at the man. “If you’re not any of those things, then prove it.”

Faris opened his mouth to question Vidar’s logic only to be reminded that, out of all the people who had told him this fact, the Uskarian man was the only one who had actually experienced it.

“How … ?” Faris asked hollowly.

How could one prove a negative? When for all tense and purposes, they were true. Faris was disheartened to realise that Vidar had lowered his spirits more than he had raised them.

“It is … A grueling task, I have to admit. If it was a fight, I, or you, or Zarazu could easily win it but … Living and being with royalty is a fight very different from anything else. Although us partners don’t carry the weight of the realm on our shoulders, they do.”

Vidar let his eyes drift to look at his wife. Mouth clenched shut and eyes closed, the princess was shaking with repressed laughter as she pretended to be in a deep sleep. Audlin, now the evil witch, had made the pretty damsel fall into a deep sleep and only the brave Kerugan could save her. Tebanam, meanwhile watched, clearly a prisoner that the witch would deal with later.

“Anything we do, whether good or bad reflects back on the family. And endangers or aids them. Whether big or small. It is a reality we have to accept if we want to be with a princess or prince.”

Faris was silent. Unsure what to say.

Looking to Tebanam, who cheered for Kerugan as the child defied the evil witch of a sister, he found himself torn.

Faris was in love with the man. The kind, energetic adventurer he had met that hot day in the colosseum dungeons in Al-Daida. The man who had freed him from his masters and promised food, clothing and shelter for only his sword and knowledge of the local culture. The man who had treated him as an equal, a companion and later a lover.

Faris realised that he was not exactly sure if he was in love with the prince. And the thought made him uneasy.

The fact that Tebanam was a prince was, indeed, shocking at first but, Faris might not have completely comprehended what that meant. He had an image of a bright gold crown and matching throne, with mountains of the finest of fabrics, shiniest of treasures and sweetest of delicacies. He had never much wondered or asked about what that life may actually entail.

“What I’m trying to say,” Vidar said, his voice calling Faris to look back at him. “Is that … Although it’s bad now, it will get better. If you are a good and free man, who loves Tebanam, then those rumours will die down. Keep being the man you know you are and people will realise they were wrong … or at least not talk against you. It is hard, and … tolling at times but,” Vidar’s eyes flickered again to Kanisa and his two children. “But it is worth it. Every second of it.”

Tebanam’s laughter was then loud, sounding like the sweetest of music to Faris’ ears.

“So don’t give up.”

Tebanam landed on the ground flat on his ass for the second time that afternoon. Yelping as his tailbone hit the ungiving earth of the training grounds.

The sky was a faint orange, the sun a few hours from vanishing over the castle walls. The area for knights and guardsmen had been vacated as most were still on shift or busy eating dinner. Leaving the sound of two men huffing and puffing to be the only noise apart from the whistling of summer wind through the single tree in the area.

Tebanam, rubbing his backside, was soon covered by shadow as Jazoh stood above him.

Sweat glistened on the nobleman’s forehead yet he did not show any sign of being out of breath.

Tebanam let out a sigh. “I’m sorry I’m not much of a challenge for you.” A wry smile playing at his lips.

“Not at all,” Jazoh smiled back, “I’m just happy you volunteered.”

Tebanam snorted, “I volunteered to vent out my anger. Not get my ass handed to me.”

“Then why didn’t you ask your bodyguard to spar with you then?” Jazoh offered, extending his hand to pull his companion up.

Tebanam ignored the odd choice of word as he took his friend’s hand to get to his feet. “Speaking of which, I really should’ve invited Faris along. At least then you would’ve had a worthy opponent.”

Jazoh frowned slightly as he let go of the prince’s hand. “Then why didn’t you?” His voice was cold as he turned around to pick up Tebanam’s sword, a falchion.

“Well … He’s been going through a lot at the moment.” The Gerudo prince remarked as he took the sword from Jazoh’s hand. “He was pretty tired from playing with Kanisa’s kids and I don’t think he likes the idea of leaving our area of the castle. You know … With all the rumours and secrets flying around.” There was then Faris’ face when Tebanam had come over to him and Vidar at the table, how confused and troubled his eyes were when he looked at him. But he would not tell Jazoh that.

“But that’s it, Tebanam.” Jazoh said flatly, his eyes not on him but looking at his wooden sword. “They’re just rumours. It’s the only thing the servants have to do really. Gossip and make up stories.”

“But still,” Tebanam muttered, frowning as he warily watched his friend. “Those things really hurt him. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him that upset … It’s honestly taking all my strength not to punch the next person I hear talking about him.” The prince squeezed his hands around the handle of his sword, remembering just how shaken his love had been that very morning. It scared him a little, to think a man so strong could become so scared.

Jazoh let out a huff, “Punching is for stableboys and knights who drop their swords.” He brandished his mock weapon aloft. “You are a prince. Just say the word and you could get rid of all of them.”

Tebanam should be surprised by Jazoh’s threatening words but he knew better. He did not mean kill them, just punish or confront. A younger Tebanam might even agree with him. Yet, he felt uncomfortable with his friend’s idea of stopping the whispers. Enough so for him to end the conversation.

“Another round, then?” Tebanam asked as he eyed the sword the nobleman clutched in his hand. “Go easy on me?”

Jazoh gave a handsome smile that wrinkled the beauty spot under his eye. “Oh my dear Tebanam, you told me to never go easy on you, why should I start now?”

“Because my ass hurts and I’ve already been brutalized by my niece.”

Jazoh let out an airy chuckle, “Audlin?”

Tebanam let out a laugh too, “Yeah, how about you teach her a few tricks?”

“Tempting,” Jazoh remarked with a look of consideration, “Then again, I’d have to get past that father of hers.”

“True,” The prince agreed, “Although, I have a feeling Vidar would happily have his kids taught by you.”

“In any case,” Jazoh said, breaking conversation. “Shall we begin?”

“Lets.”

Just as the words left Tebanam’s mouth, the shorter man striked. His thin rapier blade jumped out to hit Tebanam in the chest to only, by the last second, be blocked by the back of Tebanam’s sword. The clunk was loud in the empty grounds as Tebanam used his strength to parry the frail sword away. Sadly, his reflexes were nothing like Faris’. Who would be in for the attack as soon as the Hyrulians’ guard was down. Instead, Tebanam had taken too long to move, giving the expert swordsman time to find his balance and fix his stance.

“Not bad …” Jazoh muttered, looking over Tebanam’s form. “I can tell you’ve had practice. You’re definitely stronger.” The Hyrulian then rolled his right shoulder, the one that had felt the full blow of Tebanam’s parry.

The Gerudo grinned, proud to hear Jazoh’s hint of surprise. “I have travelling to thank for that. Carrying all my things on my back every day turns out to be a really good way to gain muscles. Well … That and fighting off thieves and monsters and so on.”

“Don’t get too cocky, Tebanam.” The nobleman said sternly. “I don’t want to go wounding this new pride of yours.”

“Oh please,” The prince laughed, “I’ve still got a few tricks up my-”

His opponent was suddenly gone.

Taking a stride much bigger than one for his size, the man moved to Tebanam’s left.

“Shit!”

With his sword not in position to block - as he had stupidly let down his guard to quip at him - Tebanam had no way to stop the sword from slicing him half open. So all he could do was dodge the surely painful swipe from the would-be blade. Feeling the faint whoosh as the sword cut through the air where Tebanam had previously been.

Jazoh, expecting a definite hit, had not been ready for the unexpected swerve out of reach and followed through. His sword going past his front to swing around to his side.

This was his chance.

Taking the needed two strides to reach him, Tebanam took it in one. Pulling back the wide-bladed wooden sword to cut at Jazoh’s weak point.

But just when Tebanam’s first win against his ex-sword teacher flashed before his eyes, it was gone.

His blade had been stopped.

Not by the expected clothed side of the nobleman but rather the slender blade of the Hyrulian’s rapier. The sleeves of his freshly pressed tunic rolled up neatly to his elbow, Jazoh’s thin yet defined pale arms jittered slightly under the impact of the larger man’s cut. But he held steady.

Tebanam knew, then, that winning by brains was impossible. He had never outsmarted the man, both in sword and in wit, ever since they were boys. But Tebanam had something he didn’t have last time.

The muscles of the prince’s arms ached from the previous fights but he demanded them to hold. Pushing his fake falchion against the rapier, the thin sword shook under the newfound strength. Tebanam could see the man sweating, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold his ground. But Jazoh’s grip on the blade was weakening. By the second, both hilts shook as the smaller man strained to keep the prince’s blade from going any closer to his yet unhit body.

Tebanam, perhaps too hopeful at attaining his first win at last, forgot a simple lesson.

When it came down to strength, committing to pushing the opponent down to submission only worked when done quickly. At this rate, Jazoh would find a way to escape-

Just as the thought came to mind, the force that had once been pushing back against his falchion was gone.

Jazoh had released the weakened block and as quick as ever, moved out of Tebanam’s way. What with the prince’s weight and stance leaning heavily forward, the Gerudo found himself falling forwards.

Quickly, he ducked his head and Tebanam had just enough time to tuck his body down and roll on the ground. Nonetheless, he only had a moment to get back on his feet before Jazoh was onto him once more.

The nobleman knew that anymore moves that challenged Tebanam’s sheer strength would result in his loss. For that reason, Jazoh went with a barrage.

Leading with the blunt end of his slender sword, the Hyrulian swordsman tried to poke right past Tebanam’s guard to hit him in the chest. And the prince’s only saving grace was that the width of the side of his blade was enough to hinder the individual jabs. The falchion, however, did not stop the opponent from nearing and forcing Tebanam to retreat with each painful looking thrust.

While Tebanam was focused on blocking each of the well intentioned hits, Jazoh was taking it all in his stride. Even beginning to talk to the prince as the air still filled the clunking, whacking and thumping of the two swords clashing.

“Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I wasn’t sent away.” Even with the din of the barrage, Jazoh’s voice was clear.

It took all of Tebanam’s effort to listen to the man while still keeping his focus. But even with his brain frantically instructing his arms and legs to react to each trying jab, his mind still questioned why Jazoh was talking about such a topic so suddenly. The prince could only think that this was one of his friend’s backhanded tactics, just like the swipe at Faris’ legs and the kick of sand he had seen just two days prior.

Hoping to use this same trick against him, Tebanam indulged in the conversation. Even as his feet still took cautious steps backwards.

“No, I haven’t really thought about it,” Tebanam said gruffly, blocking a particularly energetic cut near his shoulder.

“Would it be rude for me to say I did?”

“No … Especially from how hard your life would’ve been on that farm, I wouldn’t blame you for wondering.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying, I believed-” Jazoh paused.

Tebanam had taken a lucky chance to parry when he caught sight of a weaker strike. This had turned out to be a faint and the prince had played right into the nobleman’s hands. Jazoh let the parry miss his blade to leave Tebanam unguarded and the wooden rapier’s edge at his throat. It looked like only a twig up close but the Gerudo had a feeling that even a needle would be deadly in the experienced hands of Jazoh Spegeil.

“- that we would still be together.” Jazoh continued calmly. As if Tebanam had merely interrupted him with a sneeze rather than a try to win the losing spar. “And by that, I mean still in love.”

The game had been won. Why Jazoh continued on with this conversation, Tebanam did not know. But he had a feeling that this was his friend’s way of finding where they stood.

It worried him to think this may cause Jazoh to feel hurt or upset. But the prince knew it was best to speak clearly and honestly now, or he may as well never speak at all.

“You think so?” Tebanam asked. Letting his sword hang at his side. Indicating that he would yield. “I honestly wouldn’t know.”

The prince fanned himself, the overexertion of the fight soon leading to a loud thumping of his heart and for the heat of his racing blood to catch up and starting to heaten his skin.

“Why?” Jazo inquired with the slightest of frowns.

“Well,” Tebanam began, looking down to his attire.

With most of his clothes having been disposed of when his mother caught sight of the pile of worn and staining clothes he called his closet, the only remnants of the collection he had left were on his person. A worn old pair of shoes that Tebanam had implored his queen mother to leave only after explaining how new shoes would bring blisters and calluses before fitting, and thick heartily-sewn trousers a brown so dark the queen looked over them as new. The tunic he wore was new, however. The fabric so soft and new that Tebanam sweated right through it. The prince had also worn a vest which lay under the shade of the single tree after being abandoned after only a few minutes into sparring.

Walking to the lonely shade of the tree, Jazoh following beside him, Tebanam continued.

“Well, I still wanted to leave. To travel, you know.” When under the refuge of the leaf-heavy tree from the hot setting sun, Tebanam pulled the tunic over his head to free his clammy chest to the occasional wind that blessed the grounds. “I always wanted to go. Eventually. You leaving was a catalyst for it. It gave me an excuse to leave and chase my dreams.”

Tebanam did not look at his companion. Busying himself with folding the found vest and sweaty tunic into a pile in his lap. He took his time with it, too guilty to look his old friend in the eyes.

Even without looking to Jazoh, he could hear his hurt. Or maybe it was anger? The prince could not tell, as he could only note the flicker in his voice because his words did not indicate much. “And you believe you would leave me here?”

“Well … Not for long. I would’ve visited like I do now. Besides,” The Gerudo braved a look at Jazoh, hoping this would give him some sort of comfort. “I would’ve let you come with me, if you like.”

There it was, that furrowed brow again. And the dark, almost cold look in his eyes as he looked at him.

“I don’t quite understand.” The Spegeil said, raising his head to the castle walls that surrounded all sides. No, he was looking past that. To the world outside of Hyrule castle. Maybe even outside Hyrule itself. “I don’t understand what you like about leaving here. I mean … What’s worth leaving all of this?”

“That’s where you’re getting confused, Jazoh.” Tebanam said, keeping in mind to sound kind as he spoke. “It’s nothing about leaving or losing. I’m free out there. With a hood and modest clothing, I’m just a tall stranger in the crowd. A man with just a little more gold in his pocket and just a little more knowledge. And in any case, I gain so much from going out there.” Tebanam could not help showing the excitement, remembering just how much of the world he had not yet explored. “There are whole worlds full of history, culture and stories. Although I search to recover the histories of my people, the lands and people I meet along the way teach me so much more than any of the books in the castle’s library could ever offer.”

The prince had let his eyes trail off. Looking, just like Jazoh had done, over the wall. To the cities, towns, shrines, caves and crypts he had yet to explore. The thought of Faris being there beside him. Protecting him when his idiocy got the better of him, telling him off when his eyes wondered on either men or a useless expensive item, laughing at his jokes and his foolishness, blushing at his compliments and kissing him back when Tebanam kissed him.

When Tebanam looked around, Jazoh was so much closer than before. Or at least he thought he was. A man could surely sit in the middle of them earlier, in the space Jazoh had left between them, now Tebanam could see very well the details of his once lover’s face.

He was very good looking, the prince was reminded. With the obvious beauty spot under his eye standing out on his pale, yet faintly freckled face.

A younger Tebanam may have almost swooned at the sight of the mature and cool looking nobleman before him. Now, well, when he saw how close the Hyrulian was he almost jumped out of the way. And by the manner those dark eyes darted between his own to his lips, made uncomfortable goosebumps wriggle up the skin of his arms and neck.

Turning his head, he quickly got to his feet.

“Welp, we uh better get cleaned up then if we don’t want to miss dinner.” The prince said, trying to feign an air of indifference. As if he didn’t notice Jazoh moving in for a kiss. “Will you be joining me in the bath house then?” Tebanam did not look at his companion, not wanting to see whether disappointment or annoyance lingered in those handsome eyes.

Jazoh only needed a moment before replying. “Yes, I suppose we shall. You go on ahead, I’ll clean up.”

Tebanam had the thought of offering to help or just wait for the Hyrulian to finish but the concept of staying any longer with Jazoh alone made him apprehensive. Especially when he thought about Faris, alone in their quarters. So Tebanam only nodded and made his way out of the training grounds.

Not once looking back.

Jazoh’s prince left his shirt and vest behind. Surely so desperate to leave that the striped clothes had slipped his mind. The Spegeil did not mind, however.

He waited until the footsteps of Tebanam were gone before picking up the two pieces of clothing. The vest was a dark blue with gold embroidery around each hole and button. It had suited him very well. With his white tunic and dark pants, short red hair and brandishing his sword in their first of multiple bouts, he looked like the prince he should rightfully be.

Then again, the same design had been worn by that barbarian warrior Tebanam saw fit to call his love. The thought of that man dancing in a blue this shade, with the Hyrule prince in his arms made Jazoh want to rip the very cloth apart. But he knew better.

Tebanam was not stupid enough to forget his clothing.

Laying the vest on his lap, Jazoh took up the tunic.

It was a common nobleman style tunic, of a fine enough fabric it could only be owned by the higher class. The strings that had been untied dangled over the fabric as the nobleman remembered just how handsome the prince looked for the few moments without his shirt on.

Once again, the thought of Faris, getting to see Tebanam in such a way caused a venomous fury to bubble in his chest. And once again, he did not let his hands tear the fabric in his frustration.

Instead, he lifted the sweat infused top to his face and breathed in the scent of it.

Jazoh could not quite explain the scent but whatever it was, it smelled like Tebanam. Not of some musk or perfume or the reek that surely emintated from Faris’ diritied pores. No, it smelled just as he remembered.

It was the same as the last time he had detected it. The last time they had embraced.

Foolish teens thrilled with the idea of being heard but never caught, suspected but never seen. Kissing and fondling even as footsteps approached. Adventurous hands and gifted soft moans as a door flew open.

The recollection made him both sad and angry. How foolish he had been.

If he had only tamed his own daring and convinced the prince to not take the risk. Tebanam’s bedchamber would have been the headquarters of years of such activity. And yet, they had been caught. And Jazoh was sent away. The last thing of Hyrule he saw was the peak he could see through the carriage window before his father had hit him. It had been of the sun rising on the intimidating build of wood and stone that he would not return to for over five years.

Jazoh could easily recollect what he had thought then.

I’ll be back. I’ll be back for you.

Even after finding himself back in the mirrored halls and tall walls, Jazoh still had not achieved what he had sworn all those years ago. But not long now. It was only a matter of time.

This fic is based on the Zelgan au by @figmentforms

The Zelgan babies & granbabies, as well as Faris and Jozah, are created by @s-kinnaly​ and @ridersoftheapocalypse

And special thanks to @ridersoftheapocalypse  for writing the main fanfic about Tebanam and Faris, which inspired this fic

As well as @quietpastelcoloursfor their writings on Vulkar and Kanisa

I highly recommend you look at their content on this to have a better understanding of the story

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3 -Chapter 4

Also available on AO3

WARNING! This pic contains: implied/referenced sexual assault

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Remarks Which Sting

Faris had woken to another morning in Hyrule castle roused by Tebanam’s peppered kisses and hugs. Opening his eyes, the bodyguard quickly closed them again as the sunlight shining through the window stung his retinas. He let out a grunt, as if annoyed to be awoken. Stretching his arms to wrap around the prince’s shoulders, who hovered over the bed.

“Good morning, Faris.” Tebanam said with a large amount of energy for someone awake this early in the morning. Halfway to dressed, his hair was unkempt and overall looked pleasingly disheveled from what Faris could see through his squinting eyelids.

Faris only let out another noise of displeasure as a response. This not mirrored in his single kiss he pressed to his lover’s cheek.

Tebanam left Faris to get up, his footsteps the only sound in the large bedchamber.

“What are you doing today?” Faris finally spoke, wiping his eyes of sleep to watch Tebanam go about his business.

“I’m going to talk to Papa today, which’ll only take a few hours.” The prince answered as he tried to clean up the scattered piles of clothing that had been thrown aside the night before. “After that, I should be free for the rest of the day.”

“Good to know,” Faris murmured, combing a hand through his messy dreads.

Tebanam looked over and smiled. Clearly seeing something he liked, he sat on the edge of the bed. “At midday, I’ll be checking up on Atem.” The prince said, pulling on a shirt and beginning to button it closed. “We can meet from there.”

Faris nodded, “I’ll probably train.”

Tebanam pouted, “And I don’t get to watch?”

“No,” Faris answered curtly, “You’re distracting.”

Noticing Tebanam’s buttons were offset, Faris reached out and replaced the prince’s fingers with his own. Doing the arduous process of undoing them all and realigning them. Tebanam watched with a soft smile. Waiting for his partner to finish before leaning to give him a peck on the lips as thanks.

Being in private, Faris felt more than comfortable to show his prince that he wanted him to stay. His scarred and calloused hand going to hold at the other man’s chin in an effort to hold him still for a longer kiss. The prince let out a sigh, noticeably wanting to stay too but he still pulled away.

“Don’t tempt me,” Tebanam muttered, his own hand going to caress Faris’ where it held his face. “I don’t want to keep Papa waiting.”

Faris licked his lips, pondering his words before he spoke, “We have time.” Trying to at least copy the charismatic tone Tebanam always used when he wanted something.

Tebanam’s wistful smile turned to one of mischief, “Faris, are you suggesting … ?” His tone playful as he left out the very subject Faris was proposing.

Faris blushed, even with having the words down he did not have the control to restrain his embarrassment. But before he could take back his words, Tebanam had his answer.

It had turned out that, no, they did not have enough time. But it was not like the men had realised this in the moment. In fact, it was only after they’re steamy embrace had ended that Tebanam had chanced a look at the clock above the fireplace. Although his shirt was still buttoned, his bottoms had vanished once more. So once finding himself in decent attire, the prince had left. Although not without blowing a kiss to Faris on the way out.

Faris took his time getting ready. As he still needed time to figure out how to bind, buckle and arrange the clothes he had been given as a present when arriving in the castle. At least he did not need Tebanam’s help this time. And felt, overall proud if his progress in dressing himself. He doubted he would need all the layers once getting to the training grounds, he also did not wish to give the Hyrule castle residences anymore reason to gossip about him.

Leaving the quarters, it was a decent walk to the gatehouse where the knights occupied, but Faris felt he could manage it this time and not get lost. But in Faris’ defence, you couldn’t blame him for it. The incredibly ornate building was awe-inspiring, certainly, but to manage your way through the identical halls was a talent he had not yet attained.

The bodyguard forgot just how quiet their section of the castle was. Being part of the royal family, Tebanam’s room was separated from the normal hustle and bustle of castle life. Although there was still room for more noise in the empty halls, chatter of servants, clanking of armour and clattering of cleaning gave life to the castle. Faris noticed it did seem louder than usual, probably due to the servants packing everything away after the festivaties the night before. But even with the added din, he could still hear them.

The whispers.

In Faris’ normal life, even with a prince of Hyrule by his side, they were very much seen as strangers wherever they had travelled. They had a shocking amount of anonymity. In fact, for the first few months of Faris knowing Tebanam, he had not even known he was a prince. 

In Hyrule castle, however, Faris would walk and find that each person who saw him, recognised him. Whether he was training in the grounds or dancing in great hall, everyone knew - to some capacity - of who he was.

Although the hushed words rang loudly whenever he heard them, Faris had thought he had gotten used to them. Knew all the rumours and all the knowledge that was being carried around. But Goddesses, was he wrong.

Away from the safe and quiet of the royal quarters, servants did not show much shame in murmuring all around him. He even saw a knight patrolling, lean to his counterpart as they passed him. Eyes tailed him, all keeping their distant, yet ever aware of his presence.

“It’s one thing to be attracted to men, but something like him?”

“Surely our prince is only interested in him for the rarity.”

“Or maybe just for his experience.”

“And in return he lives a life of luxury.”

“He’s damaged goods, he’s not worth a single rupee.”

Avoiding the knight’s grounds, Faris had opted to go to the stables to pay a visit to his and Tebanam’s horses. Even the small stablehand appeared to have opinions of him, scampering past him to grab the other child servant and dashing out of the horse’s enclosure.

“From being with a noble before, his standards have really gone down.”

“He’s a brute, you know. I heard he killed hundreds in the coliseum.”

“His name is Skullcrusher, what did you expect?”

“Did you see him just the other day? He almost killed a nobleman!”

“A brute in all regards.”

Escaping to one of the many gardens was no use as well. Gardeners sherring the grass and clipping the flowers looked at him like he was lower than the worms that wriggled in the unearthed ground.

“Do you think he had another name in the whorehourse?”

“I heard he was so desirable the prince had to bid against a local noble.”

“He’s worth a whole ship’s worth of rupees, supposedly.”

“Poor prince, played like a fool.”

“No different from your common whore.”

“Just go to your local brothel. At least those ones know how to dress.”

For the whole morning, Faris did not find freedom from the assumptions, rumours and disgusted looks that stalked him wherever he went.

What was going on?

Tebanam had told him the people of the castle were starting to see him favourably just the other day. As honest word of the couple’s adventures and Faris’ dedication to the prince. This, this was something entirely different. What could have changed in the last day, no, hours, since the pleasant reception he had received the night before at the party? And more importantly, how did they all know? Details of Faris’ past were tightly constrained to merely being a colosseum warrior. It wasn’t supposed to be known as a slave or a slut.

One would think, rumours were just rumours. Tebanam seemed unbothered by all the things said about him after all. And Faris had found his way of tolerating them. But these simple whispers, they were so near to the truth that they dug up memories. Memories Faris and Tebanam had worked hard to forget. Memories that Faris had found peace with after all those years.

The eyes looked at him the way people did in Al-Daida. Just a monster, a slave, a toy, something below human. It had Faris uncomfortable and almost sick. And there was no way he could escape it.

Atem chirped cheerily as Tebanam let his ungloved hand scratch under his chin, just below his sharp beak. The bird of prey clearly missed him, acting more like a touch starved cat than a hawk.

“Have you been behaving, Atem?” Tebanam cooed to his pet. Even with the docile way the predator was acting currently, the fresh scratches of the castles’ pigeon messenger and caretaker said otherwise. Tebanam had to note mentally to compensate the young man for his effort in caring for the hawk while he was busy.

The prince didn’t trust the normal falconers of Hyrule castle to Atem’s care. Although he knew the bird would be fed and housed well, they were strict and disliked how Tebanam spoiled his dear hawk. But he couldn’t help it. Atem had been a gift from Ralnor when he left Hyrule for the first time and although he was supposed to be a messenger, he had also become an important companion. An emotional crutch and pillar of support very early on after leaving his royal life behind. Of course, he now found that in Faris but that did not mean he did not want Atem to ever feel left out.

The noise of fear-stricken pigeons, ruffling and flaring up their wings in their cages at the sight of the hawk kept Tebanam’s ears occupied. But he still noticed Faris entering the small castle turret room before he could announce himself.

“Faris,” Tebanam said cheerily, more than happy to see his lover up and dressed, although he did not much hate the sight of him when he had left him that morning. “How was training? You better not have shown off too much in front of the knights.”

Faris was silent, which was normal for him. It was more the cautious look Faris adorned, sizing up the pigeon carer - who cast a wary look from where he fed a very rowdy cage of pigeons -, that had Tebanam concerned.

Faris joined him at Atem’s perch without giving the bird a single glance. Which was surprising as Faris and Atem had this unstated loathing for each other. Tebanam would think he would at least give the needy hawk some sort of glare.

Tebanam frowned, he could tell something was wrong. “What’s the matter?” He enquired, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

But the bodygaurd kept out of his reach, his eyes darting to the young man who still watched them. As if he felt some sort of shame by the servant knowing of their relationship.

“Atalph,” The prince called, grabbing the pigeon carer’s attention. “Can you please leave us for a moment? I’m sure that there’s someone who needs to send a letter.”

The young Hyrulian stiffened, his eyes darting between the two men before bowing. Leaving the room without saying a word, the patter of his footsteps down the turret steps soon vanished.

“Faris?” Tebanam asked, hoping to at least know what was bothering him.

The bodygaurd’s jaw visibly clenched. His eyes looking around the room in case there was no one else apart from them, the pigeons and Atem to hear him.

“Have you been listening to what they’ve been saying?” Faris asked. His voice low, weighed with what sounded like anger.

“What?” Tebanam frowned, “Who? What have they been saying?”

Faris was not one to speak straight, his cautious nature had him stepping lightly both with body and words. But clearly, he was so troubled and his forgivings did not stop him.

“The people, the knights, the servants … Everyone. They’ve been talking about us all morning.”

The prince tried to recall the behaviour of the Hyrulians. Apart from being with his father, walking the halls he had thought the servants were more talkative than usual. But he had thought it harmless, rumours were things that were common place in such an environment. Especially after the festivities the night before.

“What have they been saying?”

Faris paused, the words were on his tongue, Tebanam could tell. But those words seemed to bite back, making the man cautious to affirm them by even vocalising them.

Faris listed them, from being a brute, to a whore, to a murderer, to a slave. Tebanam openly refuted each and everyone of them, not even bothering to give it a second thought. Yet although Faris did not voice it, Tebanam’s objections did not seem to matter to him. The words appeared to have cut him in a place no sword could reach. Tebanam could almost see it in his eyes, his mind surely recalling all the memories he had worked so hard to forget. He was reliving them, every bout in the coliseum, every night in the whorehouse and every whip strike.

Tebanam could not care less about rumours about himself. But to see his lover so badly wounded by the bites of whispers had an anger begin to bubble. Apart from word of his prowess in the colosseum, not much was known of Faris. And his mother and older brother had promised to keep it that way. So then how did all of Faris’ past get spread? Even with the lies that matched the usual absurdities of gossip, truths were woven in to tell a realistic picture of it all as it had been.

“I’ll tell Mama,” Tebanam stated, holding his lover by both shoulders to get his full attention. “I’ll make this right, Faris. I promise you.”

Queen Zelda sat in her office, scouring over her usual load of paperwork. She was just beginning to ponder about having lunch in her office, or find her husband and eat together, when the doors of her private office burst open.

The queen jumped, glowering and ready to begin accosting the intruder. But paused at the sight of her youngest son, Tebanam.

“Don’t scare me like that. You wouldn’t want me to have a heart attack, would you?” The queen chided and was about to ask whether he would want to eat lunch with her. But she then saw the anger in the prince’s eyes. “What’s the matter?”

“The people are finding out about Faris’ past mama.” Tebanam began, getting to his mother’s desk and almost towering over her where she sat. “He’s been hearing it all morning. The most horrible things.”

“Teb,” Zelda began, trying to be patient and calm the man’s anguish by using his childhood nickname. “You know that people talk. Surely it’s nothing too-”

“They know about the brothel,” Tebanam interupted. Zelda would castrate him for his rudeness but the declaration shocked her. She let her son continue on, “They know about the truth of the coliseum, the slavery. Everything.”

Zelda was rather surprised. She stayed silent, pondering over her words but not quick enough before Tebanam began his accusations.

“Only family is supposed to know about this, Mama. You and Ralnor promised that the investigation you were going to do was only a precaution. That all you found would never be revealed to the public!”

For one, it was rare for anyone, apart from her husband to yell and condemn the Queen. But she was shocked by the predicament. This wasn’t good. Of course, Faris’ well fair was a priority but her family, her rule, her country was going to be under a great deal of grief with this revelation. She could almost hear her nobleman confronting her for it. It was bad enough Faris was a foreigner, like Zarazu and Vul'kar before him, but a freed slave?

“I did so Teb,” Zelda replied, defending herself as she tried to think the whole situation through. “Apart from the Dragmire, only the spy knew. And he has sworn an oath of loyalty bound to the crown.”

Tebanam clearly wanted to spit on such an oath, but he knew he had no evidence to prove otherwise. “Do you know where all of these whispers would have come from?”

“No,” Zelda said, thinking for a moment. “I haven’t noticed these rumours myself but … It has to be a nobleman, or at least someone who is knowledgeable of the customs of Al-Daida.” The Queen then sighed, messaging her forehead, “But by now there will be so many divergents from the original that surely it would be impossible to track them. This sort of gossip would spread like wildfire, after all.”

She stood up, walking around her desk. Standing in front of her youngest child, she took his large hands in her own.

“Whoever did this meant to cause a stir.” The queen continued, squeezing the man’s fingers. “They’ve done it well and fast. The rumours will surely reach the outer parts of the castle city by nightfall.”

“Is there anyway we could stop it?” Tebanam implored, reciprocating the squeeze with his own. A custom the two did since he was a young child.

Zelda could see the desperation in her dear’s eyes. Clearly he must’ve seen his lover’s reaction to this whole debacle. It hurt her to see him like this. For all the cordialness and authority she tried to uphold, she adored her children, Tebanam included. She would do anything for him, so it pained her so much to know she was powerless.

“My sweet Teb,” Keeping one hand in his, she cupped the other at his cheek. “You know just as well as I do that stopping whispers is like holding sand in your hands. There’s always someway they will seep through.” The saying was Ganondorf’s and had been spoken many times since the King and Queen had wed. It was part of the reality of the Dragmire family. Being royals did not stop the rumours of being dirty, ill-mannered and barbaric from being uttered. Zelda was proud to see such accusations did not leave a harsh scar on any of her children, but for an outsider, this was a world full of a different sort of cruelty. “The best thing you could do is ignore them. Let actions prove doubters wrong.”

“But that’s us, Mama.” Tebanam said, his tone heavy with frustration. “Faris is different. He’s never lived like this before. This’ll hurt him more than it would hurt me or you.”

Zelda knew fretting would get them nowhere, squeezing her princling’s fingers, she tried to calm him. “Tebanam, you know I am the least likely person to call a surrender - well, apart from your father - but the best thing you can do is be by poor Faris’ side. Prove all rumours wrong, that your love is true and Faris is a good man. Only with time will such talk fade.” While Zelda may try to summon Ralnor’s talents to uncover the criminal who began speculation, her advice was the only resolute way to solve this problem. After all, it had worked for all other situations like it. “I am sorry this is all I can do for you. But I promise you, I will find the perpetrator.”

Tebanam looked to understand, although anger still glistened in his amber eyes. At least his anger was not towards the Queen anymore.

He squeezed his mother’s hand one final time. Saying his thanks, he had made quick progress in leaving. Surely returning to Faris to comfort and decide on their next more.

Chapter 6

This fic is based on the Zelgan au by @figmentforms

The Zelgan babies, as well as Faris and Jozah, are created by @s-kinnaly

And special thanks to @ridersoftheapocalypse  for writing the main fanfic about Tebanam and Faris, which inspired this fic

I highly recommend you look at their content on this to have a better understanding of the story

Chapter 1-Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Also available on AO3

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Since Tebanam was preoccupied with more meetings the next day, Faris had the idea to use the time to train. Whether that was involving his Hylian studies or his sword, he hadn’t much decided. But plans changed when Ralnor, the second eldest prince of Hyrule, had offered to help him with his learning. As Faris was not one to object an offer, he also had a feeling that he would need all the help he could get.

Ralnor was calm, patient and a good teacher. But that was only when Faris compared him to his last one, Tebanam. Either way, the prince’s help was much appreciated and when Faris asked him how he could repay him, the blonde Gerudo pushed such an offer aside immediately.

The hours went by, the two men not talking much outside of what was in Faris’ curriculum. However, when midday arrived and lunch was delivered, Ralnor took the initiative and spoke to him.

“How is everything treating you then? I know it is a lot, so you can easily tell me of anything that may be bothering you.”

“No, I am doing fine,” Faris said curtly, “Nothing I cannot handle.”

The Gerudo prince did not seem to buy it, his sharp blue eyes squinting ever so slightly as if he could read right through him. “Then what do you think of Jazoh Spegeil? I’m sure that, at least, has been mildly distressful.”

From what Faris had heard from Tebanam, Ralnor Dragmire was the smartest out of all the siblings. With a strong intuition and clever ways of getting information, he was supposed to have a strong role to play when Covarog came into his role as king. But it still surprised him that the Hyrulian prince knew of Faris’ main reason of grief, then again, it was an obvious presumption to make.

Faris’ honest opinion was still one of confusion. Jazoh seemed kind, polite and overall soft-spoken. But there was still something off about him. His almost patronising tone or unimpressed looks he would give him always had Faris feeling rather off-put. But he had not even told Tebanam this. He had been honest about his feelings of jealousy and worry but not that he saw something eerie about the man himself. It was fair to assume he would not say this to Tebanam’s brother either. So, he simply said, “He seems … alright.”

The pause must have told Ralnor something that Faris’ words didn’t. As he hummed, emptying the last drops of brewed tea into both of their cups.

“The Spegeils is a family with a line that goes for nearly as long as the royal family’s. Supposedly, for each monarch, there has been a Spegeil. A conservative voice, whether faint or loud, that was always heard in the council chambers. That is, until around thirty years ago. When our father married our mother.” The prince looked to the younger man sitting across from him. Although Faris was stoic in face and in body, even Faris was aware that he was showing a clear interest in what Ralnor had to say next. “The Gerudo were a race greatly antagonised by the council, especially the Spegeils. So, when Princess Zelda told her advisors she was going to marry the supposed arch-enemy of Hyrule … Well, we all know how that meeting would have turned out.”

Faris could understand the anger that glittered, only for a second, in Ralnor’s eyes. Clearly, those prejudices were still lingering, even with the unity of his parent’s marriage being as strong as ever.

“The Spegeil family is one of tradition and conservation of the old and supposed ‘good’ way of life. I will acknowledge that some of their decisions have been of great benefit to the continuing existence of Hyrule. But, once both mother and father were on the throne, unintentionally or not, the Spegeil’s voice became nothing but a whisper.”

Perhaps Faris was giving too much away by saying it yet he could not restrain his curiosity. Asking the prince, “And what about Jazoh himself? Do you think … Do you think he’s like that?”

Ralnor sat back in his chair, pondering for a moment before saying, “He wouldn’t have been with Tebanam if he was. Being with another man, let alone one of Gerudo blood.” Ralnor could tell that this was not quite enough information for Faris to go on. Taking a sip from his teacup, the blonde Gerudo then continued, “I am what allies and adversaries of Hyrule have called the 'dark prince’. I specialise in the more secretive goings-on in Hyrule that the great king himself is best to stay away from. I know the secrets and weaknesses of all who come to be near my brother and my family. This is how I intended to keep them safe.”

Faris knew that was very much true. Tebanam had told him as much, that once word got to his family of their relationship, there would be people digging into his past. He was surprised by the caution but seeing what company they were obliged to keep, it made logical sense. And, in spite of Ralnor’s sincere tone, his words didn’t intimidate Faris. After all, if something of a suspicious nature about him had turned up, Faris felt very much like he would not be sitting in this chair right now.

“For all the knowledge I have, I cannot find anything of a sinister nature relating to Jazoh Spegeil. Nonetheless,” Ralnor said, sitting up ever so straighter. “Since he is part of that family, as my brother’s bodyguard and more especially as his lover, I ask that you be wary of him.”

Faris had much to think about after he met with Ralnor and that was not including his studies. In a way, it felt comforting knowing he was not the only one that was feeling cautious of the nobleman. But it also brought unease.

In spite of all that, Faris did not have much time to dwell on it into the evening. As the celebrations for Queen Zelda’s nameday meant joyous celebration for the people of Hyrule. This including the royalty, nobles and servants that resided in Hyrule Castle.

But, as Faris would find out, Zelda’s day of birth was not today. It had, in fact, already past. It was then explained to him that the Queen’s nameday coincided with the day dedicated for the goddess Hylia. Therefore, to not anger the devout, they moved it to a separate more convenient day later in the year, where everyone could celebrate the day without worry. The labourers had the day off while many pubs and town squares would be loud with raucous cheers and celebration. But that was the common folk’s way of enjoying the day.

In the wealthier cases, it was a night to show off their riches before the queen. Expensive gifts, ancient wines and artifacts - whether stolen or inherited - filled up one of the spare castle quarters. All of them addressed to the Queen.

That not including the ball that would occur in the evening. Although not as lavish as some of the other celebrations, it was still one to remember. All the nobles would dress in their finest silks and dance, talk and laugh the night away. All while claiming it as 'celebrating’ the Queen’s birth.

It was all a bit ridiculous in Faris’ opinion. But, he supposed that was what the rich did, he had come to realize. Any excuse for a good time was more than enough for noble and royal Hylians to party the night away. Tebanam was a very clear example of that.

That night, Faris had been given a tailor-made noble garb, much similar to the clothing worn by the Dragmire and nobles of the castle. A deep blue top suited his dark complexion with black pants and matching boots. Golden thread embroidery, surely hand-stitched, decorated the sleeves, chest and back. It reminded Faris partly of the real golden marks that adorned his skin. Although the outfit was very impressive, it only took Faris a few minutes before he felt like he was boiling in all the layers. But the bodyguard stuck with it. Mainly because Tebanam had given him such great praise for how well he looked in it. Commending him with all the compliments under the sun and promising the outfit would not be on his person by night’s end.

The festivities were to take place in the great hall with its high ceiling, stained glass windows and extravagant chandeliers. A space very much suited for functions such as these as it had also been used for multiple weddings, funerals and namedays. But to marvel at the architecture of the buildings would then be a disservice to the impressive work the servants had done at decorating the space. Many tables spread around the hall, around two hundred by Faris’ moderate estimate. All decked out in tablecloths, multiple sets of cutlery and glasses all for each of the respective seats. Even then there was space for a dance floor and a makeshift ledge where atop a table designated for the Queen and her family would sit. It was all very impressive but by the way Tebanam had seemed so unimpressed, Faris could only wonder what could be more extravagant than this.

The night began with a large and boisterous speech from the Queen’s loving husband. Who boasted of his wife’s beauty, wisdom and charm. Although not without making a joke that had Zelda blushing furiously as she smacked his side from where she sat. Then there was a speech by her eldest son, Covarog. Who spoke of her kindness, patience and wit. Passing on a few childhood memories of her strict yet cherishing talent with children.

Then came the food. A lot of food. Even for Faris - who ate almost double that of a normal man - was floored by how much kept on coming through the servant entrance doors. Vegetables, meats, sweets and all sorts of mysterious delicacies were abound. Beer, wine and mead filled every cup to the brim and not an empty glass in sight. And a chorus of cutlery cluttered as the guest chopped, cut and chewed the delicious offerings.

Finally, entertainment. First, dancers, swaying, jumping and leaping across the open hall floor. Matching the rhythm of the harps, violins and flutes that echoed in the room. All lead by the youngest princess, Kanisa. Who had arrived just earlier that day from her home up north.

Later, the Queen and King were invited to dance together to the solo musing of a single cello. Soon after, their sons and Kanisa, all joined in with their own partners. Orana remaining in her seat and entertaining her nephews and nieces.

Faris was thankful Tebanam had taught him how to dance, having said that it did not mean he was leaping at the opportunity to join his lover in front of such an audience. But with Tebanam whispering, “Let me show you off,” And the encouraging thumbs up from Orana who sat nearby, Faris felt he had to oblige.

It wasn’t as bad as he expected, although Faris did at first feel the eyes of all the onlookers, including Jazoh from where he sat with the other council members. But soon enough, all he paid attention to was Tebanam, who he held in his arms. Both men smiling softly as they followed the one dance they both knew around the hall’s floor. In spite of stepping on the prince’s toes on occasion or mistiming a turn, Faris knew he would remember this moment fondly.

When the music moved on to something a bit more upbeat, the couples pulled apart, which was a silent cue for people to either speak to them or replace them on the dance floor. Although Tebanam and Faris stood close, the bodyguard still found himself losing his prince in the crowd.

Deciding to walk around the border of the hall, intending to search for that bright red head of hair. He came across just the last person he wanted to find.

“Ah, Faris,” Jazoh said, acting almost a bit too surprised to see Faris here. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Faris said curtly, almost forgetting his manners before asking, “And you?”

“I’m doing very well, thank you.” The nobleman said as a smile curled his lips that made the mole under his eye crinkle. “I have just heard something very interesting, actually. And I would very much like your opinion on it.”

Faris frowned, not quite sure what the nobleman was getting at. But lamented to stay where he stood, which seemed enough for the Hyrulian to carry on.

“Well, you see, we all know that you were once a strong and powerful gladiator in the colosseum, correct?” Faris nodded, that much was synonymous with his name at this point. “And you resided in Al-Daida until you met Tebanam, am I right?” What are you playing at? Faris thought bitterly, having a bad feeling that this was going somewhere he did not like. “So then why is it that, if I recall correctly, Al-Daida only allows slaves to participate in the colosseum? As it is seen as being too dangerous for freemen.”

Faris felt his teeth clench. His arms instantly crossing over his chest. Trying to keep a steady mind, Faris tried to think of a good answer.

The bodyguard hated anything to do with that time in his past. It was horrible, blood-drenched and scarring. He still woke up every so often in a cold sweat from remembering the horrors of those long days in the boiling hot sun and long nights in the dark whorehouse. His only hope of finding solace in those nightmares being that Tebanam was there to console him.

“I …” Faris began, thinking to at least start speaking before anything else.

“Sorry,” Jazoh said, not looking much like he meant it. “Was I being rude? Aha, that was not my intention to,” Letting out an awkward sort of chuckle. “Is it impolite to ask about you? Tebanam is an important person to me, I just hope he is in the right sort of company.”

Faris was not going to accept his apology, in fact, he had the right mind to walk away from this conversation entirely. The right sort of company, Faris felt his stomach clenched at the phrase.

“Sorry to interrupt,” A woman’s voice broke the stiff tension that had arisen between the two men. Averting their eyes from each other to only glance at the newcomer, they both froze. The woman of the hour, Queen Zelda, stood before them. Dripping with gold from her crown which glimmered on her greying hair to the embroidery at the bottom of her dress, she looked aged yet immaculate. Smiling pleasantly as if she was merely just another person in the crowd. Her attention turned to Faris, “My dear, would you perhaps come walk with me? I can’t seem to find my husband.”

It was fair to assume neither of the men knew quite what to do or say. So, Zelda, with such ease one could tell she had done it before, took Faris by the arm. “Now, now, don’t be shy.” She then turned to the startled Spegeil, “It’s good to see you, young Jazoh, but we must be on our way.” And with that, escorted Faris through the milling crowd.

Faris was not quite sure if he should speak and thank the Queen from saving him or just stay quiet, in fear of somehow offending his partner’s mother.

“I hope you don’t mind, Faris,” Zelda said calmly, not looking to the bodyguard as she walked through the crowd. “But you seemed very much uncomfortable in your talk with the Spegeil boy.”

Faris was still trying to find the words to speak. What with Jazoh’s comments mere seconds ago and being arm in arm with the Queen of Hyrule, Faris was very much lost for words. Either way, he was impressed she knew of his feelings.

“I raised six children, dear,” Zelda said, almost like she could read his mind. Her other arm reaching up to pat Faris' forearm. “I can tell an uncomfortable look from a hundred paces away. Besides, any past lover is better avoiding, anyway.”

“Thank you …” Faris mustered.

“Not at all,” Zelda said, her eyes still facing forwards as she spoke, “I know my Tebanam, dear. That boy is airheaded but he is a good man.” For the first time since leaving Jazoh behind, the Queen looked right at the Garai. Her bright blue eyes seeming to read all the distress that hid there. “You have nothing to fear. The Spegeil boy is but a fly, buzzing around the heads of the two of you. So trust me when I say, you’re not going anywhere.” Looking away, Zelda’s eyes lit up. “There he is. And guess who’s with him.”

Faris looked to see Ganondorf, the king, speaking excitedly to his youngest son. Tebanam, looking just as enthusiastic as his father, was grinning widely.

It turns out, Zelda had been looking for Ganondorf. Faris had only assumed it had been an excuse. Either way, the bodyguard could not help but silently thank the keen-eyed queen as he came to stand near his partner.

“Ah! Faris, there you are!” Tebanam exclaimed. His eyes lighting up even more brightly at the sight of him. “Tell papa about the time we nearly got eaten by that clan of barbaric cannibals in the west! Papa doesn’t believe me!”

“Because I could’ve sworn those dastards had died out before my last reincarnation.” Ganondorf defended, his voice booming as he objected to his son’s ruling.

“And who’s fault is that?” Zelda muttered under her breath so only Faris could hear.

With an encouraging look from Tebanam, Faris expanded on the story. Telling of how the two of them had been hunting for buried treasure in the endless grass fields in the west. When they were snuck up on by the savages as they set up their camp for the night. Managing to escape almost completely unharmed, having to sacrifice the stag they were going to eat for dinner.

Jazoh was silent, calm and collected as he watched the couple across the hall. Both smiling serenely as they spoke to the rulers of Hyrule. Hand in hand, they made the oddest of couples, in Jazoh Spegeil’s humble opinion. The sight of the bright, tanned and handsome Tebanam with the dark, silent and brutish Faris had Jazoh in a sour mood as he decided to return to his quarters for the night.

Thinking he may have peace once his eyes looked away from the scene of the two men, he was instead bothered by his own thoughts instead.

Faris’ look of shock at Jazoh’s revelation had the nobleman almost sure he was correct. That the bodyguard, Tebanam’s lover, was once a slave. He was sure of it now more than ever.

That only left more questions to be answered.

Why did Tebanam choose Faris? Out of all the handsome, freemen of all the lands - let alone of higher birth - he chose a roughened slave as his partner. Was he tricked? Bamboozled by some slave trader’s sales tactic? Or even seduced? All seemed possible as he remembered where Tebanam had 'met’ the slave.

Al-Daida.

For a city that prided itself on the good treatment of its travellers and guests, the slaves that practically ran the city were treated like they weren’t even human. The colosseum was one of them, then there was the harsh labour, sex work and mass breeding just to name a few.

Sex work.

The concept lingered in Jazoh’s mind all the way to his quarters.

Faris, for all the disbelief Jazoh Spegeil gave him, was a strong, fit and considerably good looking man. Surely, he would have been sold a fair price in any good whorehouse in Al-Daida and that was not even considering if he were to be rented out by royalty or nobility.

The nobleman’s bed was waiting for him, set and ready to be slept in. But Jazoh had things to do, thoughts to write and letters to send.

Chapter 5 -Chapter 6

This fic is based on the Zelgan au by @figmentforms including Rinku and Cass

The Zelgan babies, as well as Faris and Jozah, are created by @s-kinnaly

And special thanks to @ridersoftheapocalypse  for writing the main fanfic about Tebanam and Faris, which inspired this fic

I highly recommend you look at their content on this to have a better understanding of the story

Chapter 1-Chapter 2

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Unpleasant Emotions

After a refreshing bath and more than appetizing lunch, Faris and Tebanam found themselves in the castle’s library.

Thanks to the large investment from Tebanam’s mother and father, the room - or better to call a hall - was filled from roof to floor by cases of books. Leaving not much space for the wooden tables inserted between many of the aisles to allow people to sit and study. One side of the library was covered in large glass windows, allowing the warm afternoon sunlight in. Which coloured the library in cozy shades of soft yellows and oranges. The view was also quite impressive, as it overlooked the Hyrulian flatlands all the way to an ocean in the distance. This view must have inspired someone to layout lounging couches along the length of the library, so at nearly every row there was a go-to spot to lay and enjoy the sight.

The library was used by the royal family mainly, as well as nobleman, scholars and the occasional foreign diplomat. But Faris did not see any such people, it was only him, Tebanam and a very old librarian who shuffled among the shelves returning books where they belong. Tebanam had said that the library was so well known in fact that many legends and rumours had come from what hid in the very bookshelves. From ancient stolen scripts Ganon’s armies had stolen or pillaged to the diaries of Zelda and her past reincarnations. It was surely a sight to behold. If only Faris knew how to read.

Faris had, once arriving at Hyrule castle, put it upon himself to start learning how to read and write in Hylian. As even while on his many adventures with Tebanam he had found he was not much help when it came to reading books or maps.

Ralnor had been more than happy to provide old books that the princes and princesses had used when they were young. He had warned Faris it may be difficult as he was a grown man but he assured him with enough hard work he should find himself at a reasonable level.

As an ex-slave, he was never given the option of education. And surely, before his subjugation, he was too young to have had a chance to try. However, it was not like Faris had much use of it in his old life. What with his days being full of cuts, blood, bruises and the cheers of a crowd and his nights occupied with something very similar.
But feeling particularly motivated by the arrival of one particular individual, although he would never tell anyone such, Faris felt inspired enough to spend the final hours of daylight in the library. With Tebanam by his side and advising him as he studied. But there was only one problem.

Tebanam, although being very much helpful when he asked it, was distractingly apparent in his very feeble attempts to keep his hands to himself. As a respectful man, the prince understood his partner’s wishes, nevertheless, alone time together was thin and few between and he clearly wanted to make use of it. Fingers lingering when they held his hand to direct him on how to write, his lips close to his ears as he quietly whispered advice.

Faris was half tempted to kick him out of the library entirely. After all, one could not focus if they were too busy trying to restrain a blush.

“The ‘k’ is silent,” Tebanam pointed out, taking the pencil and crossing out the first letter in the word 'knife’.

“Then why is it there then?” Faris muttered, frowning in confusion.

Tebanam shrugged, “The language used to not have a true way of spelling words, so when they went about finalising it, some look so unfamiliar to how they’re read.”

Faris let out a hum, “And it’s silent in this one as well?” Pointing at the next word, 'know’.

“Yeah, it’s the same for 'knowledge’ as well.” Tebanam furthered, smiling at him. “You’re getting better.”

Faris was not quite sure if he likes being complimented like this, as if Tebanam was a teacher rather than a lover. He’d much prefer when the prince had commended him on his fighting or even on his looks.

The prince returned the pencil to his lover’s hand. His long tanned fingers lingering. Absentmindedly tracing the lines of the strong tendons in Faris’ hand.

The bodyguard knew very well what Tebanam was up to and he had half a mind to tug his hand away and get back to his work. But, and he cursed himself for it, Tebanam’s fingers were tender and warm, easily swaying him to halt his objection.

“Why are you doing this?” Tebanam asked, his skin warm as he let his fingers trail over the multiple scars that dotted Faris’ hand and wrist.

“Because I want to,” Faris said simply. It was the honest truth after all.

Tebanam let out a small huff of a laugh, his lip quirking into a smile. His fingers pausing its activity to drape over the back of his hand.

Faris shamed himself for how his heart quickened. After so long one would expect he was used to it and for the most part he was. But then the suave prince would do something so playful and intimate that it had Faris feeling as if he had never been touched before.

Faris did not move away when Tebanam leaned closer until their noses almost touched. The proximity was so minimal the Faris could easily see the flecks of gold in his orange eyes.

Faris knew if he pulled away now, Tebanam may be wounded but would not take it to heart. And in his mind, he really should do that. He was here to study, after all, not play around with his lover. But his heart kept him there, an ache of love and joy had him almost breathless.

As the sound of shuffling footsteps belonging to the ancient librarian was only a whisper in the distance. Faris found himself being the one to close the distance into a kiss.

For surely the millionth time, the pleasure for such a touch was just as raw. The prince’s slightly chapped lips were very much used to the way Faris kissed them. The two easily making a dance of it as hands came to balance each other. Tebanam’s fingers holding to his forearms as Faris did most of the leaning. While Faris’ calloused and roughed fingers held the Gerudo man’s face steady.

It was not a heated kiss, as the two men were not much intending for it to be. But it could have effortlessly gone that route given time. That time was not given to them, as a voice called in the near distance.

“Tebanam?”

Faris’ lips paused, pulling away as he recognised the voice. It was Jazoh.

It took a moment to clear from a rather fervent faze before he could understand why the nobleman was here. It was because, to Faris’ deep regret, they had invited him.

Faris looked to Tebanam to see an expression very similar to what he was thinking. Disappointment calming his flushed cheeks as he grimaced at his lover. Very clearly regretting they had encouraged the man to join them.

Tebanam got up from his chair but not calling to the newcomer until after he ducked down to kiss Faris’ cheek. Who took a second to remember to stand up as well. “Over here.”

It only took a moment before the Hylian man was joining them. Dressed in fine nobleman clothing, he very much suited the expensive and regal library as he stood across the table from the two men.

Jazoh’s eyes looked between them, clearly seeing some sort of evidence that something had occurred just as he had arrived, “Sorry, was … I imposing on something?”

Yes, Faris thought bitterly. But his mouth was smart enough not to voice that reply.

Tebanam let out an awkward laugh, “Uh, sort of, I suppose. Faris is studying Hylian so I was helping him.” His hand waving to the pile of books where they had just sat.

“Oh,” Jazoh said, looking to Faris and giving a smile. “How noble of you, it must be difficult.”

Faris’ jaw clenched, he could have been imagining it, but he could sense a snideness to the nobleman’s tone. Faris did not show any signs of taking the hit, however. Merely saying, “I only wish to be of help to Tebanam.”

Jazoh nodded, almost knowingly. “I see, well, I was hoping to talk to Tebanam. Maybe we could leave you to your work then?”

Faris looked to Tebanam to see an undecided look, clearly, he was split between the two of them. Seeing himself enjoying his lover’s company, although under watchful eye or sitting with his old friend, not distracting Faris yet separated from him.

“Not a problem,” Faris said, acting unbothered.

Tebanam gave a soft smile to him. He gave Faris’ hand a soft squeeze before he followed the nobleman to the end of the aisle towards one of the lounges near the large windows.
At first, the two men were whispering, clearly conscious of being distracting to the bodyguard. But soon enough they were too engrossed in exciting conversations to realise that their voices rose loud enough for Faris to hear quite clearly. Rupturing through any focus Faris may have had.

Sure, the Garai tried to study at first. Tried to put his nose to the grindstone and at least have something to prove that he was not just eavesdropping. But after the affectionate moment he had shared with the prince, Faris could confidently say his mind was not in the right space for books.

The bodyguard could hear the laughter and captivated talk of the two men as they lounged not too far away. Discussing their pasts, current Hylian affairs and just nobleman talk that Faris was fairly sure he would never quite comprehend.

Faris felt disheartened by how little he understood about their conversation. Inside jokes, knowledge and a clear difference in education had him feeling somehow inferior to them.

Even though he had let Tebanam sit away from him, he felt bitterly alone, even if his lover was a meagre few paces away. The only slight bit of reassurance Faris got was the periodic glances that Tebanam gave towards him. The occasional soft smile or playful wink sending a warm signal to Faris from where he sat.

Talk eventually came to the topic of the shared time they had had together in the castle, before Faris had met him, before Tebanam had even ran away from his home.

“Soon after you started training with me, do you remember how you spared Ralnor?” Tebanam inquired, fiddling with a loose hem in his shirt.

“Ah yes,” Jazoh said with a smile. “If I remember right, you convinced him to.”

“Well,” Tebanam shrugged, “I was losing so much I couldn’t help but at least show him it was only because you were that good at the sword.”

Jazoh chuckled, “Well, I did defeat him. But he was very good. It was a close fight, I think your brother was a bit bothered by it as he promised me to swear to never tell.” He then gave Tebanam a rather annoyed look. “Yet someone had to tell his eldest brother as well. Which had him asking for his turn.”

Tebanam almost giggled like a child with how bemused he was with the memory that clearly came to mind. With a clear feeling of relish in his voice, Tebanam said, “Covarog wiped the floor with you. I don’t think I had ever seen you lose until then.”

Jazoh sighed, laying back in his chair and letting his head hang over his shoulders. “Ah, yes. That was very much a wake-up call. I had only been sparring men my age up until then.”

“Orana wanted to join in too,” Tebanam recalled, smirking. “You instantly refused her.”
Jazoh let out a huff, “There was no way I would.”

“Why? She can keep her own in a fight.” Tebanam rebutted.

“Tebanam, it’s one thing to spar a prince but one of the princesses? I think your father would have my head.” Giving a fake shiver as if the idea itself was very much a realistic prediction. Tebanam was clearly not convinced, snorting at the excuse.

Their conversation naturally flowed from one subject to the next, clearly, they knew how to speak to one another, even after so long apart. Now that Faris thought about it, he and Tebanam did not really 'talk’ like that. With one conversation moving to the other, flowing easily as if they could go on forever if they wanted. Of course, they talked but not like that. Maybe it was because they were just so different, an ex-slave and a prince were surely an unlikely coupling. It may also be that Faris was not much of a talker, he spoke his mind but he did not see much use in small talk or long-winded conversation. Faris had to remind himself that that was what Tebanam liked about him. He praised him for his short cut honesty.

Faris tried to ignore the soreness in his chest, how could he be jealous of Tebanam just talking to another man? How unbelievably possessive of him.

Feeling nearly completely sick of it all, Faris found himself wanting to leave. At least then he would stop glaring at them. Although he wanted to be around Tebanam, he was not going to get any work done, nor find any relief from his own anger if he stayed around.

When he took to stand, Tebanam immediately called, “Where are you going?”

“Back to the bedroom,” Faris said, picking up his books.

“Why?” Tebanam questioned, getting up from where he lounged with Jazoh.

“Tired,” Faris said simply, thinking of an understandable reason off the top of his head.

“Really?” Tebanam was at his side, hand on his shoulder, a look of concern scrunching his brow. “I’ll come with you.”

Faris frowned slightly, looking from Tebanam to where Jazoh still sat watching. “I’m fine, Tebanam.” The ex-gladiator said, his hand resting on his partner’s shoulder. “Don’t you want to talk to Jazoh?”

Tebanam looked to the nobleman, “Is it a problem if I leave you, old friend?”

Jazoh got to his feet, “Not at all.” Walking to the couple, he gave a smile. “There’s always next time.” He then reached out his hand for a shake.

Tebanam, one hand still on Faris’ shoulder, shook Jazoh’s in a firm gesture of farewell. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow at the next meeting then.”

“Very well,” Jazoh said with a curt nod.

Walking back to their bedroom, the two men travelled side by side. Shoulders brushing as they went, fingers caressing but not taking hold. Cautious of the eyes of staff and guests who may lay eyes on them.

Their room was in the more heavily guarded areas of the castle, two doors down from Kanisa’s unoccupied room and the door after that being Orana’s. The floor below, housed the rooms of the to-be king, Covarog and Ralnor, with their respective other halves.

“What’s wrong?” Tebanam asked, just a few paces from the door. His orange eyes looking over the shorter man with concern. Clearly, he could sense Faris’ bothering thoughts.

“Nothing,” Faris replied, knowing he would only cause unneeded worry on Tebanam’s part if he spoke his mind.

“If it was nothing,” The prince took a hand to hold at his face. The touch was warm and filled with care. “You wouldn’t be making that face, Faris.” His thumb lifting to rub at the space between the man’s two eyebrows, which he had not noticed was creased as he frowned.

Faris rued the fact his lover knew him so well. A disgruntled look washing over his features as he tried to find the right words, without giving away the more visceral feelings that clouded his mind. “You … You two, are really close for ex-lovers … Even with how it all ended.” Even with his hardly pondered words, he still could read between the lines, his jealousy was showing.

Tebanam gave a small smile, “Well, we were close friends. Even before we were together.”

Faris could understand that. But he felt he needed to explain why he was bothered, even if that meant exposing his feelings.

Before Faris could find that right words, however, Tebanam hit the nail right on the head as he surmised, “Could it be, you’re jealous?” Even though the bodyguard could see the restraint, something of a flattered smile curled the prince’s lips.

Faris opened his mouth to object, an unconscious first response to defend his pride. But he knew that Tebanam would read through any try at deception. It was fair, however, to be jealous. For one, he did not know about this man until yesterday. For another, he had a sinister impression that the man was very much not who he seemed.

“Listen, Faris.” Tebanam’s voice was warm as he caught the man’s attention. “He’s a dear friend and ex-lover but he’s not you.” Although those dirty thoughts still lingered at the back of his mind, Faris could not help but feel reassured, his skin warming as the prince ducked down to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I know this is all I can say to you. But you’re my partner, Faris. Not Jazoh.” Tebanam furthered, both hands drawing down Faris’ sides to hold his hands.

Even with the man’s words warming his cold thoughts, Faris now just felt guilty. How could he doubt him? It’s not like he had done anything before now to cause it. Well, early on the prince had been a large flirt with any good looking man but when all their feelings had been said, Tebanam had tamed himself to only make advances at him.
“I’m sorry …” Faris muttered. “For being this way.”

Tebanam shook his head, “You have nothing to be sorry about, Faris.” The bodyguard must’ve not been convinced, as Tebanam then lifted the man’s hands and kissed the harshly marked knuckles.

Faris hated how weak he felt to his own feelings, letting his emotions twist and churn all his thoughts was something that was truly unlike him. It just showed how much Tebanam meant to him. “I’ve … Never experienced anything like this before … So I don’t know what to do.”

Tebanam’s smile grew into a sorrowed one, as he clearly caught onto the meaning behind his words. Faris had never had a true lover, and the life he was forced into wouldn’t have allowed it either. For all the experience of being a sex worker or gladiator, he had none when it came to handling a meaningful relationship.

“My dear Faris,” Tebanam’s soft hands squeezed his fingers, “That is fine.”

Faris clenched his bottom lip between his teeth, the numb ache in his chest waning to his lover’s encouraging words.

“After all, you’re lucky enough to have me,” Tebanam said with a cheeky tone, trying, in his own way, to lift the mood.

Faris let out a huff, why was he not surprised the prince would say something so self-aggrandizing. But Faris preferred it when Tebanam was cheery. Sadness and worry did not much suit him.

With a quick glance to either side of the hallway, to ensure that no one was in view of them, Faris pulled Tebanam into a kiss. Feeling to at least show on some level, just how much his kind words meant. He had only intended to leave it at a single kiss in spite of that when he pulled away to see the displeasure of its end reflected in his other’s eyes. The bodyguard could not help but leave the next one to linger just that little bit longer.

But, before tongues started to move and breaths became huffs, Tebanam pulled his lips away. His face still very close, lips only a fairy’s wing away, he whispered. “Best to go inside, didn’t you say you needed to sleep?”

Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 -Chapter 6

This fic is based on the Zelgan au by @figmentforms

The Zelgan babies, as well as Faris and Jozah, are created by @s-kinnaly

And special thanks to @ridersoftheapocalypse  for writing the main fanfic about Tebanam and Faris, which inspired this fic

I highly recommend you look at their content on this to have a better understanding of the story