I have really enjoyed works recently like Three Body Problem by Cixin Liu and Attack Titan by Hajime Isayama that make a very limited set of assumptions, and then create a fictional storyline based on mostly natural laws. I'm sure this is a genre I don't know the name of, but I wanted to lay out my assumptions for this story here.
1. Ganondorf is not actually 'a man of pure evil'. He has similar levels of selfishness as other humans, similar levels of mistakes, and realistically wants what is best for the Gerudo as their King, even if this conflicts with what is best for other races in Hyrule.
2. Circumstances around Ganondorf that were sometimes in his control and sometimes out of his control created a storyline for Ocarina of Time that makes it look like he was pure evil, when told by Link and Zelda who stood to benefit from making him look evil.
3. Link and Zelda are not evil characters either, but they are less noble than portrayed in Ocarina of Time.
Chapter 1: The Century's Spectacle - A King is Crowned
The large-framed man trembled slightly. Grabbing his hands, he tried to steady himself.
After the coronation ceremony, he would politically be a man. The only man among the strong, proud Gerudo people for the rest of his lifetime, assuming like most he did not live to see 100. Few within the Gerudo could remember the previous coronation, except for a handful of elders including the Matriarchs, Koume and Kotake.
The crowds were gathered around the temple, looking up from the pit of sand that functioned as the town square. He stood on the landing above the crowd, a bit out of sight, just inside the temple door. The Gerudo Matriarchs approached him.
"There is no need to be nervous, Ganondorf," Kotake spoke gently. "It will not serve you well. You know we are still here with you by your side; we will not abandon you once you become King, and neither will the Gerudo warriors. You may be the only man, and the only King, but being King does not mean compared to the Matriarchy. You don't think Koume and I would leave too much in your hands, capable though they may be? We are 300 years your elder and have seen this 3 times before, the only ones remaining who have the memories stretching that far back."
He blushed a bit, but it was hard to see under his sun-darkened cheeks. Only recently had he begun to tan again in the harsh desert sun. He was too valuable to waste toiling in the fields or training to fight. His work was in the temple library studying the written history of the Gerudo as well as the other races in Hyrule. He seemed to take the responsibility of Kingship quite seriously, and this pleased the Matriarchs. Few Gerudo Kings had been willing to venture beyond the borders of Gerudo Valley, but he had vowed in his first months as King to reestablish relations between the Gerudo and the other peoples of Hyrule.
Despite all of this mental training, Ganondorf had not prepared for the physical aspect of representing the Gerudo. He stammered, "I know, and I trust you both. I am just so unfamiliar with all of this. And you said it yourself: you two are the only ones still alive from the past King. This is as unfamiliar to them out there as it is to me in here. I pray to Nayru we make it through this, and I can begin my work of visiting the other areas of Hyrule and establishing new political relations."
"Don't be so hasty, soak this in!" Koume exclaimed while gesturing at the festivity around them. She was always the more excitable of the Matriarchs. "You are becoming a King after all! I think this is the most respect you will ever be shown, for the rest of your life. You know we Gerudo are regarded as backwards and ignorant for our customs. It will take much effort to earn any respect from the outside peoples," Koume chided.
He glanced around at the crowd outside. The Gerudo numbers had been thinning for decades, ever since he was old enough to understand such things. The droughts had made surviving in the desert almost unbearable. What little could be grown from the oases barely afforded life to those already living. Kids were sent away to the other regions, to find work as housemaids, or teachers of Gerudo skills, or warriors for hire. In fact, a whole tribe had splintered off to form the Gerudo pirate gangs that traveled as gypsies throughout the other lands, taking what they could and selling back to the others. What miserable affairs was he inheriting as his kingdom?
Was this a wicked curse for past sins? His own past sins? His ancestors'? The Matriarchs? Who had done the gods wrong for it to come to this level of shame and anguish for the Gerudo?
"We know what you are thinking. Ganondorf, it will not be easy being the King of the Gerudo. Other races ignorantly view you as the luckiest man alive. Only we Matriarchs know your burden. You will spread your seed, but it will not be by choice - the Gerudo nurses will tell you when, how, and how much. You will act as King, but you won't govern as King - we Matriarchs maintain control of domestic affairs which has always been the most important for the Gerudo people. You will spread Gerudo influence abroad, where others seek to tear you down and prevent the Gerudo from becoming a powerful people. There will be no more rest for you, no matter how weary you get. And above all, no one will understand you. The Gerudo alive today have no experience with men. The outsiders have no experience with the Gerudo. Please do not forget us when you seek wisdom and counsel." Kotake sat back, hoping she had imparted what she could for the young warrior King.
At this Ganondorf quivered again. In addition to his small size for a Gerudo male, he was more timid than most of the female warriors. And now he had to be King. He envied their assuredness, their confidence in addressing the other races throughout the land. How could he channel their calm resolve, their defiance? Was it being a woman amongst the men of power, and knowing that you too had power in a way they never could? He was lucky to be graced by the Matriarchs' presence and those of the Gerudo guard. He truly felt safe, but the anxiety still gnawed at his psyche.
Kotake was looking over him compassionately, with a tinge of sorrow. He really was a sweet man, but that would not do as the Warrior King. He would have to learn to be assertive and strong, and fast. The Hylians never seemed to have a problem dominating those that they could, including the Gerudo in ages past.
"Ok, the time has come. Enough wisdom for now, more to come in the moments of trial." Koume raised her hands, and led Ganondorf out to greet the crowd. A raucous cheer resounded, 100 years in the making. Koume and Kotake were the only ones silent. Only they could comprehend the terrible years ahead of this man. Indeed, the lone Gerudo male is not the blessing other men perceive. It may be the most wicked curse to fall upon a human, woman or man. They offered prayers for his strength and resolve. He would surely need it in the coming years.