She is tricked by Zant

After Zant had taken over as ruler of the twilight, Midna had been **** into staying by his side as he ruled from the throne. She was in chains of course, her hands bound in front of her, and there were guards on either side of her. She had been reprimanded once or twice previous when she had tried to escape, or to shout over the false king, but she had learned by now to bide her time. Eventually she would retake her throne, she just didn't know how yet. Only a few days after her original imprisonment, however, it all changed.

The day had been normal for the most part, she would be **** into an uncomfortable chair at Zant's side, and the people of the twilight would bring their problems to him. But, that also included supposed 'criminals' who were set to go on trial, and Zant was the sole arbiter of justice. Midna watched as a twili who only looked to be of about teen age, was brought into the throne room in chains. Before the guards at either side of him had even read the boy's charges, Zant groaned. "I don't need to deal with this." He grumbled under his breath.

Zant stood up to his full height and extended one of his cloaked arms, "I have decided, the boy is guilty."

Dark magic began to spread from Zant's hand and towards the boy. Like the roots of a tree, the dark tendrils began to wrap themselves around him. Midna's eyes widened, she knew what Zant was doing, he was turning him into one of those shadow beasts!

"Stop this right now!" She shouted, her voice ringing against the room's walls.

Zant paused, "Or what? What will you do?"

Midna hesitated, "Spare him, and I will follow your command." She whispered so only he could hear.

Zant hesitate for a moment, then the tendrils around the boy began to recede until they disappeared into Zant's cloak. The teenager looked relatively unharmed, but he was obviously frightened. "Leave us, and put the boy in the dungeon." Zant commanded, before the guards rushed to do as they were told. Then, the throne room was quiet.

Midna couldn't see his eyes from under his mask, but his crooked lips twisted into a smile. "Understand Midna, if you refuse any order of mine, I will have **** but to go back on the boy's punishment."

Midna could feel a burning hatred rising in her stomach, but she held it back, and she held her tongue. "I understand."

"Good, now. Tomorrow, at dawn, you are to do one simple thing."

"What is it?"