The sun beamed on Hyrule and shared its warmth with the land. The courtyards of Hyrule Castle were filled with guests of all races. The ding-dong of a heavy bell above the sanctum rang for all to hear, and the visitors moved in unison to take their seats. Chairs were lined in rows, tied together with red and white streamers, and arranged in two aisles divided by a red carpet. Ribbons of red and white hung from trimmed trees that lined the courtyard. At the end of the aisle was a wooden arch, concealed from top to bottom with red and white roses in full bloom. Behind the chairs were rectangular tables, covered by alternating cloths of red and white.
The King and Queen of Hyrule sat regally in their thrones beyond the arch, opposite the guests. The bride and groom stood under the myriad of roses, and faced each other with their hands interlocked. They stared with deep affection into each other's eyes.
The queen turned to her husband and whispered under the voice of the elder heading the ceremony. "They look so happy." His reply was only a stiff grunt. "I am happy for our daughter."
"Yes, Felious will be a worthy husband for Din, and earned my approval," Ganondorf confirmed.
"I am relieved you finally came to that conclusion," Dora responded with a grin, and leaned on the right of her throne. Her eyes lingered on the Triforce on the back of Ganondorf's hand. She traced the tip of her index finger on the outline of the triangles. A wide smile spread on her face. "No one is a better man than you. We all know that."
He smirked, and glanced at her. Nothing pleased him greater than seeing her pride at the accomplishment of his dreams. It was obvious in the particular attention he gave to the symbol of power on the back of his hand. Not to mention the angle in which she leaned provided a splendid sight. The red dress she wore for the occasion enhanced her curves and made her more voluptuous. "Perhaps I can relieve you of that dress in a while."
She giggled and blushed. "That is an excellent idea. I must admit, this is boring," she said, and leaned back with her legs crossed, still touching the back of his hand.
"Not nearly as entertaining as our wedding, which included the death of a Hylian peasant," Ganondorf recalled.
Dora covered her mouth with her left hand to stifle a laugh.
"We must not forget our enemies are still out there. There are hidden groups resisting the Dragmire reign. Guards are posted everywhere, but what better way to destroy a family than by ruining a wedding?" he said deviously.
"Not everyone has a mind as menacing as yours," she playfully reminded.
He scoffed "That, my queen, is why I am king and they are not."
Their conversation was interrupted when the elder raised his voice and said, "You may kiss the bride."
"Oh. They're about to dance," Dora said with excitement, and applauded while Felious and Din shared a passionate kiss.
Ganondorf watched intently, his glare appearing to scrutinize as Din delicately accepted Felious's hand. Dora leaned forward to see Ganondorf's expression, and smiled because she knew he was filled to the brim with admiration. Distantly, he said, "Our daughter is beautiful, Dora."
"That surprises you?" she asked with a laugh.
"Not at all. I expected her to inherit your beauty and my witty charm. It's as if I am truly seeing the details of her radiant features, and for the first time," he admitted.
Din stepped away when Felious extended his arm. He guided her twirl that led her back to kiss him. It was her elegance that captivated Ganondorf. Her strapless dress clung to her torso, and frayed out by her knees in alternating colors of fabric in red and white. Din somehow perfected the art of battle and the grace required by a princess. It was on those rare occasions that he could admit in the solitude of his mind that he loved his daughter unconditionally.
Felious swept Din off her feet and dipped her so low her head nearly touched the ground.
The music ended, and the guests applauded. Din nodded to Felious, and he made way for the next dance. The princess nervously approached the king's throne. A gentle harp and violin began to play, and Din stretched out a hand to Ganondorf. "May I have this dance?"
He felt the weight of the world hit his shoulders suddenly. If not for his quick thinking, he might have actually stuttered. Ganondorf extended his hand without a word. Din's eyes widened only barely in surprise. She wrapped her fingers around his knuckles to guide him to the opening where they could dance.
Dora smiled, and silent tears of joy escaped her eyes. It was a sight she never would have imagined in thousands of years, and it was a moment she would cherish forever. Ganondorf embraced his daughter, after holding her arm up in the air for her to spin around and show off her beautiful dress. "I feel like a true princess," she laughed happily.
"You have always been my princess," he whispered.
"Oh, Daddy. Thank you," she said, choking. "Thank you for everything. I would not be here without you."
Ganondorf swayed to the rhythm of the music, just holding his daughter in his arms in a way he had not done in almost a thousand years, as if she were his little girl again for just a few minutes.
When the music closed, the applause was soft, but only because most of the guests were stunned to see such a rare event. Felious appeared at the queen's side, his hand open toward her. "Now, it is time for the king and queen to share a dance."
Dora accepted Felious's hand to aid her to stand, and then escort her to Ganondorf. They traded dance partners, and a new song began. The violin was haunting, and while Ganondorf took the lead on the dance with his wife, she realized the melody was familiar. "It's the song you always played for me on the organ," she whispered with a smile.
""I am impressed you remember the song so well. I may be convinced play it once again, as soon as the organ is complete," he said smugly. Dora rested her head on his chest to listen to his heart, while he guided her along by holding her extended hand. Happily ever after belonged to them once again, and she planned to make it last forever.