Knight In Shining Armour

Chapter 1: Just another day...

Chapter One

Malon gazed apprehensively out of the window. She wasn’t sure whether he would pass today or not, but she was positive that, if he did, she would be ready to outside, to finally meet him, talk to him.

“So,” Her father, Talon, began. “When do you think Irving will ask you for your hand in marriage?”

“Huh?” Malon snapped out of her daydream. “What?”

“Why am I forever having to repeat myself?” Talon asked, heaving a heavy sigh. “When do you think Irving will ask for your hand in marriage?”

“Father!” Malon exclaimed. It was rare she ever called him that. She tended to call him dad most of the time. “I’ve only been meeting him for a couple of months now, and you know that!” Her eyes narrowed. “Why all the interest in Irving all of a sudden?”

“No reason.” Talon replied, brushing aside the question quickly. “You’re going into town today with him, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Malon answered stiffly. “But it’s purely innocent. I’m going to sell my Lon Lon Milk, as per usual. Then, he said we might perhaps go to South Hyrule Field for a walk. It’s safe now, it’s been years since the monsters were in it.”

“Fine.” Talon said, not looking his daughter in her eyes.

“I’ll go wait outside now.” Malon snapped, turning and heading for the door.

Outside she sat, mulling over her thoughts, trying to clear her head.

Things had been hostile between her father and her ever since she had began to court Irving. Malon had always pondered why, of all people, he had taken an instant dislike towards him.

To her, Irving was perfect. He was handsome, oh, oh so handsome. And he carried a sword, and rode upon a magnificent horse, one that could easily put Epona to shame. Unlike the chestnut mare that pulled the cart, which held the bottles of milk, Irving’s horse was a wonderfully radiant white, clean as snow and with a wild, silvery mane. Another thing that made his horse different from the unruly Epona was that it had a kind, gentle disposition.

It had actually been the horse that had brought the two together.

To Malon, it had been a fairytale meeting.

‘Just another boring day…’ Malon murmured. “And the weather doesn’t look to get any better anytime soon... Perhaps I should just pack up for the day…’

Indeed, there were loud claps of thunder in the distance and several drops of rain had already fallen.

There were few people around, and as Malon was ready to pack up, a hooded stranger rode up on a horse, and, tying the creature up, entered the pub.

‘What kind of moronic, selfish curd would…’ Malon began, striding up to the stallion and untying the reins from the post. ‘Come on, boy, lets get you somewhere safe and dry.’

The horse whinnied as if in answer, but at that moment the, ‘moronic, selfish curd’ stepped out of the building.

‘Excuse me,’ He said, a cheeky smile plastered across his hidden face. ‘But I believe you have mistaken my horse for your own.’

‘Believe me,’ Malon snapped. ‘I make no mistake.’

‘Oh, really?’ The stranger asked.

‘Yes. Really.’ Malon muttered, still tugging at the knot. Dammit, he tied these tight!

‘Well, seeing as you’re such a good, well meaning Samaritan.’ The man replied. ‘It may interest you to know that I was simply in there to ask for to directions to an inn, and perhaps a place where I may stable my horse. That is, unless I need your expressed permission, or your signature on a ranch-girls decree?”

‘Don’t get cocky.’ Malon grumbled. ‘But I’ll show you to an inn.’

It was a good five minutes walk to the inn, and by the time they had reached it, Malon was thoroughly soaked to the bone.

‘Thank you.’ The man smiled, taking off his hood. Malon was stunned. Trouble makers were supposed to be ugly, starved looking teens, but this man was clothed in splendour and let off an aura of nobility.

‘I know where you can stable your horse.’ Malon gushed.

Many people accused Malon of falling in love based entirely on looks, and though they never said it to her face, she probably wouldn’t have denied it if they had. First impressions are often more wrong than right, but Malon was determined she was right about this one, that Irving was her one true love.

That is until that boy, the princess’s friend, became part of the picture.

(Author's Note) Yay! This is my first attempt at romance, so please bear with me. Don’t know whether it will be a MalonxOC or a Malink, or whether she doesn’t really love either of them or not.

Irving will not become a Gary Stu! Yes, I am aware he is handsome, but in later chapter he becomes very snide and insulting, so remember that.