My father was standing next to a man. His skin was tanned, but had an emerald sheen. He had ruby red flowing down his back and golden eyes, but they were cold, like ice. This man was at least half a foot taller than the tallest Hylian, and a surprisingly large pair of tan trousers and a white button up shirt covered his long body. A red sash hung across his body, but his clothes didn't hide the muscular frame underneath. Father smiled warmly next to him. I finally stepped off the grand staircase and hit the marble floor. My smile was big and broad as I strode toward Father, releasing my skirts. I curtsied to my Father and his new general, bowing my head slightly.
"Good evening Father." "Good evening fair daughter. May I introduce you to my new general, Lord Ganondorf Dragmire?" I turned to the general and curtsied, "Tis' a pleasure to meet you, milord." He took my semi-gloved hand to his lips and pressed lightly, "The pleasure is mine alone Princess."
After the brief exchange, life returned to the party. A lively fiddle started in a corner and people began to dance along. Waiters milled about, offering appetizers and sparkling white wine. I took a glass and slipped off into the nearly silent rose garden. Moonlight illuminated the blood-red roses, providing contrast to the reflection from their waxy green leaves.
A symphony swelled, crickets chirping, doves cooing, leaves rustling. Nature's music complimented my white wine better than any man-made melody could. A man coughed behind me and I turned to see Ganondorf Dragmire standing behind me. "May I join you?" "I suppose so." The general sat on a bench next to me, stretching out his long legs. "May I inquire why you have decided to pay me a visit?" Ganondorf snorted and replied quietly, "Is a man not allowed to become acquainted with the people he will be working with?"