Nabooru was cleaning off a stone outcropping in the temple. Usually a servant would be doing this work, but she took a feral joy in wiping off the blood. There were quite a few stories about exactly why the Gerudo Spirit Sage's eyes and hair were red.
There was a loud whistling noise, and when she turned Gannon was standing before her with a woman over his shoulder.
He was smiling through the bloody mess of his nose, slowly heaving the woman on to a slab of rock.
Nabooru raised an eyebrow. What woman is this? Not another one of his whores... I give her credit for breaking his nose, though.
She dropped the rag she was using and walked over to join her King. She froze when she saw who the woman was.
"You found her," an eerie smile played on her lips, "you actually found her."
Gannon pulled a cloth from a nearby basket. He held it gingerly to his nose. The white fabric immediately turned red.
"She came to me, more like. I knew where she would go once the Hero was dead."
Nabooru looked him in the eyes, grinning, "he's dead?"
"He's dead," Gannon ran a hand down Nabooru's throat, "he's dead..."
He toyed with the notion of dragging his hand lower, but his nose was starting to throb. And besides, there's plenty of time for that now.
"Don't do anything to her just yet. I want to have fun with her first."
"I won't, my lord."
He left the room, thinking. Has she ever called me her lord before?
