Anju knelt down and pulled her navy blue and burgundy skirts away from the edge of the fireplace. "You've been silent now for thirty minutes." She struck a two spark rocks together and nursed the ember until a flame was born. When satisfied with how the fire was burning, she stood and joined her twin where he sat on the couch. "I can feel your unease." Anju's twin still did not speak for some time after that and she allowed a comfortable silence to fall while she reminesced in childhood memories.

Rowan and Anju had always been close as children and being twins they had a special connection. They could be found following each other everywhere even to the bathroom before Brienne broke them of the "unappropriate" habit. They could sense one other's emotions and this did not stop when Anju married or when Rowan was accepted into Knighthood. When Anju gave birth to her first child, a stillborn, Rowan could feel her anguish and was the first to take her into his arms to let her weep. He had grieved when he had not been there to console her during the next woeful miscarriage but it could not be helped. Kafei, Anju's husband, often expressed jealousy over the closeness of the twins but had gotten over it after two years of marriage. She was now thirty-four and had been married to Kafei for eighteen years which had given him the ability to read her mind and emotions as well as Rowan which Anju was often thankful for.

It was Kafei who had told her she should go to White Tower for a few weeks of healing after another pregnancy failed and it was during these weeks that Lincoln's accident had happened.

"I..." Anju was startled when her brother spoke but smiled to encourage him. Rowan swirled his words around in his mouth before he spoke without looking at his sister. "We... I have been living with the Gerudo for the last eight months."

"I read your letters." She leaned back as warmth seeped into her bones. "I hated you being there, Brother, amoungst all of those..." Anju snarled her nose up as if she had been over taken by a vile smell. "Odd folk." She settled on the nicest word that came to mind but still retained the same face.

Rowan smirked and shook his head, lightly, then looked into his sister's shared emerald eyes "You meant savage and, Dear Heart, you are wrong." Anju did not feel offended at Rowan's words and he could feel her readiness to learn. He continued after a brief contemplation. "As a People they were very... friendly, I suppose is the best words, even if they were immodest, impolite, and blunt."

"I've heard stories that the women walk bare." Anju blushed at the thought and both laughed.

"They do." Rowan grinned. "I cannot say that it upset me much but it was a culture shock."

Anju allowed her lips to curve upwards into a smile as she poked fun at her brother. "Nude women are what unnerved you, Brother?"

"Only the ugly ones."

"You should be ashamed of yourself." Anju scolded, playfully, and tapped the side of his face with her hand where Myra had done so previously. The action did not earn his wrath and instead illicted a smirk. "Let us disregard nakedness for a while. Please, Ro, continue."

Sighing, Rowan continued with measured thoughts. "The Gerudo are really to be admired for living in such conditions and for so long. They are a strong, willful, and loyal to a fault... but something was hovering over them that made everything they did seem puppet like. All of their movements seemed coordinated and after a while I realized that this was not normal behavior for a People so free as them."

"You think they were being controlled?" Anju frowned at the thought. "Brother, such magicks are forbidden and some say they do not exist anymore... perhaps you were mistaken."

Both knew he was not and he voiced this. "No." A sense of dread crept into his stomach and he had to fight with his limbs to keep from flying about the room. Rowan felt eyes burning holes into his skull and a hatred pouring forth from somewhere but, he could not see those orbs he was sure were the color of fire nor could he pin point where the hate was on a map. However, Rowan knew it was in the sea of sand that tumbled across the hot dunes of Gerudo Valley.

"Brother?" Anju took her twin's hand and squeezed it. "Rowan, what are you afraid of?" The lady despised having to say that her sibling was afraid but she needed to know for both of their sakes.

"A man. The Gerudo's King of Thieves..." The Knight of the Realm took a shaky breath and stared into his sister's emerald eyes while ghostly fingertips trailed up his spine leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Ganondorf."

"We must tell Father."

Rowan finally stood and paced; the action sending him to and fro at such a pace that it worried Anju. He was in a more frenzied, panicked state than she had ever seen him or felt off of him in weeks. "Father will think me insane or paranoid over the Treaty... No, no, I don't think that would be wise."

A feminine voice was a husky accent broke in and a shadow melted from the darkness untouched by the fire's light. "Pardon my dropping of eaves but it was deemed nessacary by Lord Raven." Adele had pure, white hair at the tender age of fourteen and blue eyes so bright that they rivaled Link's own. Her skin was several shades lighter than a Gerudo's while sharp, pointed features prevailed upon her face that was embellished with markings of the Shiekah which she was apart of.

Rowan scowled, hiding his fury well. "Was it now?"

"Calm yourself, Sir Rowan." Adele spoke with a calm and stoic tone that surpassed her fourteen years. "Lord Raven was worried about your state of mind and had to attend to Lady Myra before she departed." She paused and looked him straight in the eyes. "It seems Lord Raven was wise in this decision."

"How so?" Anju questioned and opened her heart to gauge how her brother felt about this new development. She did not like what she found.

"The Gerudo King, Ganondorf, seems threatening if the observations that Sir Rowan made are correct. This news should be reported to Lord Raven and I am going to inquire, now, on whether you intend on doing so."

"You would rely information from an indirect and emotionally unstable source?" Rowan's voice trembled with anger and annoyance though the rest of him stood stark still. "... Answer me, girl."

Adele rose a brow and ignored his disrespectful tone. "You do not trust your own judgement, Sir Rowan? You were a Knight for six years and have been a Knight of the Realm for eight. So, yes, Sir Rowan, I would trust information from you no matter the circumstance." A pause. "I ask, again, will you rely this information to Lord Raven yourself or shall I have to, Sir?"

"What you can rely to him is a message. Tell him I wish to speak, privately, with him."

Adele bowed. "Aye, sir."