A/N: I don't own the Legend of Zelda or any of its characters. I own this plot, though.
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Have you come to question me? No? I would not allow you the luxury in any case.
They call me the King of Evil, Ruler of the Dark Realm. Monster. Tyrant. Dictator. Cruel. Demonic. For all these titles, not one person of my land has any idea what I actually am. The sole male born to the Gerudo tribe, yes, but are bloodlines enough to define what a person is?
Enough of that. Your inane trembling is irritating me. If you cannot at least manage enough dignity to remain still I will end your life now. Painfully.
Now, where was I? Yes. Bloodlines are not enough to define a person. Lineage only has bearing to the pathetic sycophants of this world. Money and power simply open doors that the poor cannot access, but again, status is nothing to do with defining a person.
Though I am a king, by force rather than election, it does not afford me the same privileges as a normal king would have. My subjects do not worship me, but rather cower and soil themselves when I approach. It was not always so. I did not always glory in the power their fear produced in me. Why the change? That is something that I do not know.
Despite the power I have, I envy the lowest peasant. Why? They have something that I do not understand, and have never had. It is something that leaves them clinging to the hope that I may yet be dethroned. It is something that inspires a husband to stand in defiance and spit at my feet, a mother screaming fiercely defending her children against an onslaught of my minions.
What is it that makes men braver, and women a force to be reckoned with against experienced soldiers? What is it that everyone else in the world has, yet I was deprived?
For all my power and possessions and lands, I do not have the simple thing that is shared between mates. I am a man completely devoid of it.
What am I missing?
Love.
