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There was, incidentally, a training room buried deep within the hotel and it had taken Zelda this long to find it. She usually liked to go out of doors as much as possible as she hated being confined but today she had sought out amusement within the hotel itself; doors were still something that were hit or miss and she hadn't felt like taking the risk today.

It looked nothing like a Hylian training room would look. The equipment was all impossibly modern and several contraptions were so complicated that Zelda did not have any desire to try to learn how to use them. What was of interest were several training dummies that looked remarkably like the ones used by the Hylian army to hone their sword and shield skills. This, she could work with - but not in a dress.

She returned to her room and changed into Sheikah training garb she'd worn all her years as Sheik but decided that she wanted to hone her physical skills in Zelda's body and not effect the change. Not today. It would cause too many questions and produce lies that she was unwilling to keep up for the moment. So much of her life had been trafficked in secrets and the hotel was the one place where Zelda wanted merely to be honest.

The fit was a bit tighter, considering, but Zelda had always been slender no matter which form she took. It would work for her purposes today and she stole back down to the gym to train. She had daggers tucked in her boots and launched an attack, daggers flying into the face of the two dummies to her left and right as she flung herself toward the center one to use fists and feet.

It had been a long, long time since she'd been able to use this particular set of skills.

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"Actually, could we work on hand to hand? No weapons," Zelda said, not relishing the idea of going against Erik while he used a sword. That would require a great deal of magic and would be difficult to ignore. Besides, she wanted to work on relying upon herself and not something that Nayru blessed her with.

"I simply wish to practice and you're so much bigger than I am that it will be a challenge."

The idea appealed, quite a lot, but oh, how it was fraught with danger. Not physically. He could bring his level of fight down to training rather than proving himself to the Chief and the rest of the Guard. But hand to hand required closeness, extreme closeness, and her lush curves and her manner of dress...

He was sure he could handle it.

"Hand to hand it is then," Erik nodded and set the sword on the floor near a wall where it wouldn't be in the way.

Zelda took a moment and launched an attack, thinking to go low and use her short stature to her advantage in trying to take him out. She did not use magic this time, only her own strength, and wondered if Erik would be quick enough to see what she intended and counter it or if she'd catch him off guard.

It was something like a dance, a good sparring session, and there was give and take on both sides.

She completely caught him off guard. Erik was still trying to decide how to best position himself, and where to attempt first when suddenly he was taken out at the waist by the smaller blonde and found himself on his ass.

"Well played," he commented, grinning despite being completely bested.

Zelda was currently straddling him and rather than be embarrassed, she grinned brightly. "I told you that I did not do this lightly. I trained for many, many years under a powerful warrior. She taught me everything I know about stealth and attack."

It took nearly all of Erik's concentration to not focus on where she was sitting. "Aye, I'm startin t'see that."

His hands were flat on the mat beneath him because they wanted to go to her hips, to shift her just a little. But since that went against everything he's promised her, he kept his hands off her and used his legs instead, lifted enough to raise her from his thighs and rolled out from under her.

"Will you train me further? I want to learn to swim and be deadly in the water too," Zelda said, rising to her feet and grinning at him. "I want...I want, when I return to Hyrule, to be fully equipped to lead an army into battle if I have to. I want to take my kingdom back brick by brick."

"I'll do everything I can t'help train ye," Erik replied while getting slowly to his feet. He waited a moment or two before springing at her, taking her wrist and getting it up and behind her back.

"Now. How would ye get out of this one?"

Being held this way effectively cut her strength in half. Zelda sunk down, wondering if she could use his height against him but that only pulled her shoulder and made her yelp out in pain. "Ah! I have no idea, Erik. You'll have to teach me the right way to get out of it."

Erik loosened his hold at her yelp, but not enough for her to free herself from it. "From where ye are, ye've got a few vulnerable area for attackin. A quick snap of yer head backwards would get m'chin, stompin on m'foot at th'instep would to t'unbalance me. But the best way t'drop a man holdin ye thus would be a quick elbow backwards," he told her. "Guaranteed t'take down any man with ill intent and free ye t'get distance enough t'arm or run as the case may be."

"So, like this?" she asked, sharply jabbing him with her elbow so she could pull free. It was effective, even if she hated hurting him to get out of it. Apparently learning combat with someone she was attracted to made it much, much harder to actually implement anything of use.

Erik thought, as he dropped to his knees again, that he probably should have added a warning to not make the motion now, but to file it away for future use. But he hadn't and, because of their height differences, her elbow caught him in the worst possible area. An area even further compromised because holding her close as he had been, his cock had started to stir to life again.

"Aye," he coughed out. "Somethin like that."

Zelda's eyes widened a little. "Oh, Erik, I didn't mean to hurt you!" She honestly hadn't, even if it had been good practice for the future. She drew up close and lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing her lips against his palm. "Perhaps that's enough practice for today, hmm?"

Erik chuckled in spite of the discomfort in his groin. "I'll live through it, m'lady," Erik assured her, "but good example of what, and where, any man attackin ye would be most vulnerable. And manage it hard enough and that other danger ye mentioned wouldn't be an issue either."

He slipped his hand up to cup her cheek. "I'm fine, I promise."

"I still feel bad," Zelda said, laughing a little. "So I would like to make it up to you, if I am able. Is there any way that I could do that?"

Zelda had no idea if Erik would play along with her or not but she hoped she knew him well enough by this point to think that he might.

Erik sensed something in her tone and paused a second before answering. "Yer quite a clever lass, Princess," he said at last, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "I'm certain ye could think of somethin."

Zelda rose on her toes and kissed him, soft and sweet. It was an apologetic kiss because she really, really hadn't meant to hurt him when trying to break his hold. She had learned a great deal and wanted him to know that she appreciated it immensely.

Erik made her feel things she had never allowed herself to feel before and it was a little overwhelming.

Erik didn't hesitate to slip his arm around her waist and pull her close when her lips touched his. Because of the recent insult to his cock, he felt certain it would mind it's manners and not insult her. His other hand slipped into her hair to cup the back of her head as his own slanted to deepen the kiss.

Zelda did so love to kiss, especially with Erik who was far more talented at kissing than anyone had a right to be. Zelda did not have anyone to compare him to, of course, but she imagined that few could be quite so skilled.

"By the Three, you're good at that. It seems sinful."

Erik's mouth had left hers, but only to trail kisses along her jaw, his breath and words warm against her ear. He wasn't crass enough to tell her how he'd honed that craft, he was just grateful that he'd listened and learned, so he could bring her pleasure from it.

"Aye, lass, it is. As only things that feel good can be," Erik whispered. "and it's just the beginnin of how good it can feel."

"You tempt me. But my innocence is something that must be maintained," she said ruefully. How she wished she could just go with what she was feeling and ignore wisdom for the time being!

"Then again. I am the last of a royal line and meant to be queen. My marriage prospects are high no matter what I do."

Erik groaned and leaned his forehead to hers. "Aye but ye do tempt me lass, especially now with the taste of ye on m'tongue leavin me nothin but thirsty for more. I'll abide by yer need t'stay pure, as I said I would," he finished with a deep breath and with a force of will managed to step back from her.

"I simply do not know if I will be able to abide by my own promises," she said softly. "For I want to say damn the rules and just let things happen as they would naturally. I am the last of my line. There is no way I would be turned down for political alliance even if I wasn't pure."

"I wish I could help ye with it, lass, but I'm afraid I'd not be an impartial opinion. And I'm not the one left explainin the consequences to that future match ye make." Erik's hands roamed along her back as he spoke, fingertips along her spine, thumbs at her sides. He spoke again after a short silence, taking a chance on the suggestion. "There are ways."

"Ways of what? Avoiding my inevitable surrender?" Zelda meant it to sound like a tease but instead it was terribly sincere. She was in entirely over her head and needed to try to logically think of a way out of this and think of a way to enjoy her time with Erik without wanting anything more than a few kisses and some companionship.