As the Gerudo king and his Hylian fiancee entred Gerudo Town, the latter appeared bathed in an otherworldly glow under the moon's gentle embrace. The streets were quiet, save for the occasional soft footsteps of patrols and the whisper of the desert wind weaving through the alleys.
The torches and lanterns lining the streets cast long shadows, creating an atmosphere of mystique and secrecy, Tall palm trees planted sporadically along the thoroughfares swayed gently in the breeze, their fronds rustling softly as if whispering secrets to the night. Despite the late hour, Gerudo Town was far from deserted; silhouettes of Gerudo women moved gracefully through the shadows.
Ganondorf's grandmothers, Koume and Kotake, as well as Nabooru, his trusted second-in-command, emerged from the darkness to greet them. Their faces held a mixture of reverance and warmth as they welcomed their desert leader with open arms, their eyes flickered with curiosity and mistrust as they took note of Zelda's presence.
As they approached the three women, the dark monarch's demeanor changed. His expression softened, losing its edge of contempt and anger, and he looked more at ease now. His tone was now also softer and more friendly as he gave the women a genuine smile.
"mothers, Nabooru, it's been too long since I've seen you," he greeted them warmly. They responded by bowing their heads, greeting him in return. Nabooru remained stoic and silent, her arms crossed as she watched the Hylian princess, looking at her up and down. As the dark lord exchanged pleasantries with his grandmothers and Nabooru, the Hylian princess stood to the side, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her. The warmth with which they welcomed the demon king contrasted sharply with the disdainful and malicious glances they cast in her direction, and she couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in this unfamiliar land. Her heart heavy with sorrow and fatigue, the Hylian throne's heiress struggled to maintain her composure as she watched the scene unfold before her. It felt as though she was being paraded like some kind of trophy, a symbol of the Gerudo tyrant's conquest, in front of these savages who harbored nothing but hatred and resentment towards her. The captive bride's heart ached with longing for the familiar comforts of home, for the safety and security she had once taken for granted. Her exhaustion mixed with depair weighed heavily upon her, her shoulders slumping with the weight of all that had transpired in the span of just a few days. The loss of her kingdom, the looming threat of marriage to her enemy, and now the disdainful gazes of the Gerudo women—all of it threatened to overwhelm her. As she watched her evil fiance interact with his grandmothers, a bitter taste filled her mouth. She envied the fact that he still has his family by his side while she lost all of her loved ones, she wished all of this was a nightmare and she would wake up, but she knew this was her new reality and she had no idea what was in store for her in this uncertain life path.
The Gerudo warlord and his grandmothers began to chat casually, and he kept stealing quick glances back towards his fiancee, his eyes scanning her for any sort of reaction. He was surprised by the intensity of her emotions, the depth of the loss and sorrow that was so clearly evident on her face. He almost felt... sympathetic. Almost. But he quickly pushed these foolish feelings of sympathy away, 'she didn't deserve it,' he thought.
The soon-to-be queen's thoughts drifted, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of exhaustion and despair. She felt as though she was barely holding herself together, her energy drained by the weight of her circumstances.
Ganondorf's occasional glances in her direction did not go unnoticed, each one sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel his eyes boring into her, as if trying to decipher the tumult of emotions that played across her features. It was a discomforting sensation, one that only served to deepen her sense of unease.
Unable to bear the weight of his gaze any longer, the crown princess averted her eyes, her gaze falling to the ground as she struggled to maintain her composure. The conversation between Gerudo Chieftain and his grandmothers continued in their native language, leaving the Hylian royal prisoner feeling even more isolated and alone.
Finally, the dark usurper turned his attention towards her, uttering something to the three women in their native tongue. The two crones and Nabooru exchanged glances before addressing the soon-to-be Hylian queen in broken Hylian, instructing her to follow them.
Feeling utterly spent, the captive bride nodded weakly in acknowledgment, her limbs heavy with exhaustion as she forced herself to comply. She took a shaky step forward, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her, but she pushed through the pain and followed the Gerudo women, the sinister ruler following suit, knowing that she had no other choice but to face whatever lay ahead.
The Gerudo women led the Hylian royal lady deeper into the town, their footsteps echoing quietly on the sand-filled streets and through the shadows of the palmer trees. She felt Ganondorf's presence behind her, his gaze still fixed on her as they walked on. The feeling of exhaustion and despair weighed heavily upon her, her steps growing heavier and more wobbly with each passing minute. She tried to stay strong, to resist the urge to collapse in a heap and weep, but the strain was becoming too much to bear. Finally, the group arrived at a large house, and the women beckoned her inside. As they entered the large house, Zelda's senses were assaulted by the chaotic energy within. Two Gerudo girls already inside the house, with eyes wild and dilated, darted around the room with frenetic movements, their laughter echoing off the walls. They approached the fallen princess with erratic gestures, their hands reaching out to touch her skin as they exclaimed loudly about its fairness:"SO WHIIIIITE" both of the Gerudo girls screamed laughing histerically. One of the girls, her movements jerky and unpredictable, reached out and touched Ganondorf's arm, her fingers trailing over his skin with a familiarity that bordered on disrespect. She laughed loudly, her voice grating against the silence of the room as she made a crude remark about his appearance. "Careful now, little one," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. The Gerudo girl giggled, seemingly undeterred by dark warlord's gentle warning. The royal heiress felt a surge of indignation and shock, Ganondorf's calm demeanor amidst the chaos only added to her bewilderment. She had expected him to react with anger or outrage at the girls' inappropriate behavior, yet he had remained composed; It was a stark contrast to what she had come to expect from a king, but it also intrigued her, leaving her with a newfound curiosity about the complexities of the evil king's character. He raised a hand, gesturing for Nabooru and the twinrova to step in. "Nabooru, Kotake, Koume," the dark monarch said, his tone calm but firm. "Would you mind escorting our guests outside? I think it's time they had a bit of fresh air."
Nabooru and the twinrova nodded in understanding, moving swiftly to usher the Gerudo girls out of the house, the latters screaming and screaching happily in their native tongue. The Hylian sovereign watched as they disappeared into the night, her mind reeling with questions. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. "Are they always like that?" she asked Ganondorf, her voice tinged with curiosity, shock and irritation. The dark king nodded, a wistful expression crossing his features. "Unfortunately, yes. The medicine they've been taking has powerful regenerative properties, but it can also have... unpredictable side effects."
Zelda listened intently as her soon-to-be husband explained the situation, his words painting a picture of the challenges faced by the Gerudo people in the aftermath of war. "It's a delicate balance," the dark king continued, his voice tinged with regret. "But we do what we must to survive."
The crowned Lady nodded in understanding, her heart heavy with empathy, however she tried to change her mind: 'No one forced them to start a war against us!' she thought to herself. The princess couldn't stop herself from feeling sympathy towards the girls despite their earlier behavior. She couldn't imagine what it must be like to be caught in the grip of such potent medication, to lose control of one's actions and thoughts.
"I see," she murmured after a long silence. The desert sovereign studied her curiously. Her sympathy towards the young girls seemed so out of character from the way he usually perceived the Hylian royal family's offspring, it caught him off guard. He was used to her being cold, apathetic, hostile. His eyes narrowed, considering her. Perhaps she really wasn't as cold and unfeeling as he previously thought? He shook his head, trying to dismiss the strange suspicion."They are a volatile young pair, that's for sure," the Gerudo cheftain said in a humorous yet sympathetic tone. "And I'm afraid they'll be in that condition for a while longer, at least until their symptoms are properly managed." "The medicine they're on," the crown princess inquired, her curiosity piqued, "It's meant to aid in their recovery, correct?" The desert king nodded, a solemn expression crossing his features. "Indeed, princess," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of knowledge and experience, "It possesses remarkable healing properties, capable of addressing a myriad of ailments... barring one, being death itself." The vessel of wisdom's brows furrowed in surprise, her interest further piqued by the dark monarch's response. Even with her full expanded knowledge of the healing arts and medecine It was the first time she had encountered such a potent remedy, and the implications intrigued her. Ganondorf took in her interest, observing her closely. It felt strange, talking to her in such a way, as a friend rather than an enemy and foe. It was not a feeling he was used to, nor one he particularly liked, but nevertheless, he respected her intelligence and curiosity, she had earned his respect that much at least. "It's a powerful elixir, and its healing properties are unparalleled. However, it comes with a few... unforeseen side effects. I do not wish to give you the impression that it is a miracle salve, of course."
"What are the side effect" Asked Zelda her voice dripping with curiosity.
"There are many side effect, princess, including: loss of memory, feeling of euphoria, it could also have an aphrodisiac effect, it could turn the most pacifist into an aggressive and hostile monster, the side effects are really unpredictable"
"Unpredictable?" The soon-to-be queen echoed, thinking on what he just said, "That sounds... dangerous, and quite unsettling."
The Gerudo king nodded, his eyes remaining steady. "Indeed, it is. The side effects vary from one person to the next. For some, the effects are mild and relatively insignificant. For others... well, they can be quite severe. It's a risk one must take when relying on such powerful medicine."
The desert ruler observed his soon-to-be brides's keen interest with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. It was a rare occurrence to see her so engaged, her eyes alight with curiosity and wonder. For a fleeting moment, he found himself forgetting their roles as enemies, drawn instead to the shared fascination they both held for the medicine and its creator. "It's a powerful elixir, indeed," the powerful leader began, his voice measured as he spoke. "Its healing properties are unmatched, capable of miracles that few other remedies can rival. However, like all things of great power, it comes with its own set of challenges."The Hylian throne's heiress listened intently, hanging on his every word as he spoke. The idea of such a potent medicine fascinated her, igniting a fire of curiosity within her that burned brighter with each passing moment."Who was the creator of this remarkable elixir?" she asked eagerly, her mind racing with questions. "And how did she come to discover it?"
Ganondorf's expression softened as he spoke of the medicine's creator, a renowned Gerudo woman named Jasmin. "She was a remarkable woman," he explained, his voice tinged with admiration. "A visionary who dedicated her life to the pursuit of knowledge and healing. It was through her tireless efforts that the elixir came to be, a testament to her brilliance and determination." The royal maiden marveled at her soon-to-be husband's knowledge and insight, finding herself drawn to the depth of his understanding. In that moment, her resentment and hatred towards him faded into the background, overshadowed by a newfound respect for his intelligence and wisdom. As their conversation continued, the Hylian lady found herself immersed in the world of medicine and discovery, her curiosity driving her forward into uncharted territory. And though their roles as enemies remained unchanged, for a brief moment, they found common ground in their shared pursuit of knowledge and understanding. The crowned Heiress' request hung in the air, her voice polite and respectful as she expressed her desire to meet Jasmin, the creator of the powerful elixir. But as the words left her lips, the demon lord's expression darkened, his features contorting into a mask of coldness and hostility, his demeanor shifting with an alarming swiftness, his features hardened into a facade of bitterness and resentment. In that moment, Zelda could sense the change in him, a palpable shift in the atmosphere that left her feeling uneasy and anxious.
"I'm afraid that's not possible," the evil lord replied curtly, his voice tinged with a hint of hostility. "Jasmin is no longer with us."
queenly Maiden's brows furrowed in confusion, her polite demeanor faltering as she sensed the sudden shift in Ganondorf's mood. She couldn't understand what had caused the change, but she could feel the tension crackling in the air between them.
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said softly, her voice tinged with sympathy. "Was it... a recent loss?"
Ganondorf glared at her, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and resentment. "Jasmin's death was not a natural one!" he replied through gritted teeth. "She was killed by the Hyrulean royal family, along with many others in our land!"
The Hylian crowned descendant refused to believed it, but in her demonic soon-to-be husband's current state, she didn't want to challenge him and face his wrath, she didn't even want to correct his mistake; namely, using Hyrulean instead of Hylian. If he wanted to believe that Hyrule caused all the ailment in the world or in this case his land, let him believe that! She was sure it was because of him, his incompetence in ruling perhaps, or perhaps the Gerudo attacked first, so her beloved kingdom had no choice but to counter-attack, the princess was convinced of that, her beloved family was loving and fair. The crown princess clenshed her teeth and fists, her anger and resentment building. "The Hyruleans have always been like this," the sinister desert leader continued, a snarl distorting his once calm and confident expression. "Destroying everything in their path, taking what isn't theirs, and leaving destruction in their wake." There's a tense silence between them for a few moments, the royal lady holding back from speaking her opinions, until a spark of anger catches the end of her fuse and her tongue slips out the words like venom:"I... highly doubt that the Hylians would just attack without any reason," she said sarcastically. The demon king's eyes flashed with anger at the fallen royal's defiance, his jaw clenching tightly as he fought to contain his rising fury. Her words struck a nerve, challenging the very core of his beliefs and igniting a firestorm of resentment within him. "You dare doubt me?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You, who represent the very essence of Hyrulean oppression and tyranny?" His words dripped with venom, each syllable laden with centuries of pent-up rage and bitterness. He took a step closer to his captive bride, looming over her with a menacing presence.
"The Hylians have committed unspeakable atrocities against my people, against me!" he continued, his voice rising with each word. "Do not presume to lecture me on the nature of their cruelty! You know nothing of the suffering they have caused!"
His eyes bore into his now deathly pale fiancee's, blazing with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down her spine, she recoiled in panic. In that moment, she realized the depth of this evil tyrant's hatred, his anger a palpable force that threatened to consume and destroy her. The dark oppressor's seething anger had a powerful effect on her, the depth of his hatred was like a tangible presence that permeated the air around her. She gulped, her heart pounding wildly, knowing she had gone too far with her words. Her mouth was dry, her throat tight, but still, she managed to croak out a weak response:"I'm... Sorry," she managed to force out, her hands trembling even as her knees started to buckle. The Gerudo king's expression hardned. "Apology accepted, Princess," he sneered, his tone mocking tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction.
Zelda averted her gaze, feeling disgustingly weak as she shivered in fear, the bitter taste of defeat lingering in her tongue, she felt that her existance reached rock-bottom as she was first considered the incarnation of the Goddess Hylia and the Goddess Nayru's chosen one, to finally become the evil king's forced bride, prisoner and servant. She hated herself and her life for this. The malevolent sovereign's anger slowly subsided as he witnessed her discomfort, the faintest flicker of pleasure crossing his face at the sight of her cowering before him. His smug grin widened slightly as he saw the fear and vulnerability in her eyes. "Good," he said, his voice still thick with contempt. He took a step closer, until they were barely an inch apart. His eyes swept over her body, taking in her trembling hands and frightened expression. The wicked leader's satisfaction at his royal prisoner's discomfort was palpable, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he relished her fear. His gaze lingered on her trembling form, taking in every quiver of her delicate frame with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Good," he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "Perhaps now you will think twice before questioning my words."
The poor royal lady fought to keep her composure, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to suppress the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to consume her. She refused to show weakness in front of her evil soon-to-be husband, even as his presence loomed over her like a dark shadow.
But try as she might to muster defiance, the unwilling bride couldn't shake the feeling of powerlessness that gripped her heart. She despised herself for allowing Ganondorf to see her fear, for succumbing to the oppressive weight of her circumstances. As the tension between the royal prisoner and her tyrant captor reached its peak, their standoff was abruptly interrupted by a series of knocks at the door. The dark leader's expression hardened further, irritation evident in the furrow of his brow as he barked an order for the person on the other side to enter.
The door swung open, revealing a Gerudo woman standing in the threshold, her arms laden with trays of food. She entered the room with purposeful strides, placing the food in the center with a clatter before shooting the evil king's fiancee a look of undisguised contempt and hatred.
The evil king's smirk widened at the interruption, his attention momentarily diverted from his soon-to-be bride as he surveyed the feast laid out before them. "Ah, dinner has arrived," he remarked casually, his tone betraying no hint of the tension that had filled the room moments before.
The Gerudo woman said nothing as she turned to leave, her disdainful gaze lingering on the crown princess for a moment longer before she disappeared through the doorway. The Hylian throne's heiress watched her go, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach at the woman's blatant animosity. The demon lord's eyes tracked the woman's departure with a sense of satisfaction, his smirk growing wider. He turned his attention back to the food, ignoring the lingering tension between himself and his coersed betrothed.
"She appears to have brought dinner," he remarked casually, gesturing toward the tray of food. "I suggest you eat up before it gets cold." He glanced at her, a hint of mockery twinkling in his eyes. "You look awfully skinny. I bet you're ravenous."
Ganondorf noticed her hesitant stance. "What's the matter, Princess?" he asked, his voice tinged with a threatening edge. "Are you not hungry?"
The fallen royal's composure faltered for a moment, her anxiety and terror bubbling to the surface. "I... I'm not hungry," she replied coldly, her voice barely above a whisper. The Gerudo war chief's gaze hardened at her response, his expression darkening with anger. "You will eat," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I will not tolerate disobedience."
the emprisoned lady swallowed hard, her fear mounting as her soon-to-be wicked husband's threatening demeanor intensified. She knew she had to tread carefully, lest she incur his wrath. "But... I really don't feel well," she protested weakly, her voice trembling with fear. Ganondorf's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths. "If you refuse to eat, then I will have no choice but to force it down your throat!" he threatened, his voice low and menacing. The Hylian royal descendant's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with terror at the thought of Ganondorf's violent retribution. She knew she had no other option but to comply, or else, she would suffer the consequences of his wrath. The dark leader's expression softened slightly as he noticed his terrified bride's trembling form. "Princess," he said in a softer but no less commanding voice, "you must eat, you know you are hungry. The desert is harsh, and if you don't regain your strength, your health may suffer."
The royal prisoner swallowed hard, the gravity of her soon-to-be wicked husband words sinking in. She knew he was right, that she couldn't afford to let her pride get in the way of her well-being. With a reluctant nod, she forced herself to approach the table where the food had been laid out, her stomach churning with anxiety and dread. Ganondorf watched as she approached the table, the tension of a moment before fading away as he saw that she was going to comply. His gaze followed as she tentatively took a seat at the table, his expression softening slightly. Her reluctance was palpable, the fear and discomfort clearly visible in her demeanor, but she was complying. The Gerudo warlord's mood lightened, the threat of violence temporarily replaced with a hint of kindness. "Good," he said, his voice softer than before. "Now, eat up."
As the tormented Hylian heiress to the throne tentatively began to sample the array of dishes laid out before her, the desert king observed her with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He noted the way her eyes widened in surprise as she tasted each new flavor, the subtle expressions of delight and fascination playing across her features. "These dishes," Ganondorf began, his tone gentler now, "are more than just food. They are a reflection of our culture, our traditions, and our way of life." Zelda looked up at him, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice soft with genuine interest.
The Gerudo monarch gestured towards the various dishes on the table, his eyes alight with a newfound warmth. "Take the roasted desert cacti, for example," he explained. "They symbolize our resilience and strength, able to thrive even in the harshest of environments." He pointed to the platters of crisp Hylian pumpkins next. "These pumpkins represent growth and prosperity, a reminder of our ability to adapt and flourish despite the challenges we face." The chosen wise royal lady listened intently as the dark lord explained the symbolism behind each dish, her curiosity piqued by his insights into Gerudo culture. Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself beginning to relax in his presence, the tension of their earlier conflict gradually fading away. With her betrothed's encouragement, the royal maiden tentatively began to sample the various dishes, her apprehension giving way to a growing sense of satisfaction as she savored the flavors of the desert cuisine. As she ate, she couldn't help but marvel at the richness and complexity of the dishes before her, each one a testament to the Gerudo's resourcefulness and ingenuity. "The oasis salad embodies the bounty of the desert oases, a symbol of abundance and nourishment," he said, motioning towards the bowls of vibrant greens and colorful vegetables. "And the juicy desert apples and tangy cactus fruit," he continued, "they signify the sweetness of life in the desert, despite its harshness."
The dark monarch's gaze softened as he spoke of the skewers of tender Molduga meat. "The Molduga meat is a delicacy," he explained, "a reminder of our connection to the land and the creatures that inhabit it." He gestured towards the trays of honey-glazed desert figs and dates. "And these figs and dates," he said, "they symbolize the sweetness of friendship and hospitality, values that are deeply ingrained in our culture." As she ate, Ganondorf watched her with a sense of satisfaction, for a brief moment, the animosity and tension that had once defined their relationship faded into the background, replaced by a shared appreciation for the culture and traditions of the Gerudo people. As she continued to sample the dishes, the crowned lady found herself growing increasingly fond of the cuisine, her initial apprehension and fear gradually giving way to a growing sense of comfort and appreciation of the Gerudo culture. The king of thieves' encouragement and insight into the dishes and their symbolism added to her growing appreciation, as she slowly began to gain an understanding of the Gerudo people and their ways. The dishes tasted delicious, the different flavors combining in a delightful way. "The flavors are exquisite," the lady sovereign remarked, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I never imagined Gerudo cuisine could be so... amazing."
The desert ruler nodded in agreement, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor. "Our cuisine is a reflection of our culture," he explained, his tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "Each dish tells a story."
As Zelda continued to eat, she found herself growing pleasantly full, the richness of the food satiating her hunger. She couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards her soon-to-be husband for introducing her to this aspect of Gerudo culture, for helping her to see beyond the walls of her own preconceptions and prejudices.
While the Hylian sovereign savored the last few bites of her meal, a sense of contentment washed over her. The flavors of the desert cuisine lingered on her palate, leaving behind a pleasant aftertaste that filled her with a sense of warmth and satisfaction. She couldn't help but marvel at the richness and complexity of the dishes before her, a stark contrast to the bland and uninspired fare she had been led to believe characterized Gerudo cuisine.
Growing up, the Hylian princess had been told tales of the Gerudo as a primitive and barbaric tribe, their food rough and unpalatable to the delicate Hylian palate. But now, as she sat at the table with her wicked betrothed, she realized that nothing could be further from the truth. The dishes laid out before her were a testament to the Gerudo's culinary sophistication and ingenuity, each bite a revelation of flavors and textures she had never experienced before. Amidst her newfound appreciation for Gerudo culture, the royal prisoner couldn't shake the raging conflict brewing within her. Despite experiencing the comforting cuisine, the fondness of eating together and the impressive knowledge and amazing discussion shared with the dark monarch, she was acutely aware of the bitter reality – she remained a prisoner, thrust into an unwanted marriage with Ganondorf, a tyrant who waged war and conquered her land, his presence looming over her like a suffocating fog, suffused with the acrid scent of destruction and despair. Yet, as she glanced up at him, a surge of gratitude welled within her, a tumultuous wave crashing against the shores of her conflicted heart. He had shattered her preconceived notions, revealing the true essence of Gerudo culture through the ambrosial aroma of their cuisine, and their ingenuity in the medical arts, feeding her hungry sense of curiosity and thirst for knowledge. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice genuine as she met the evil king's gaze. "I must admit, I was hesitant at first, but the food is truly delicious."
The Gerudo monarch expression softened at her words, a rare glimmer of warmth in his eyes as he nodded in acknowledgment. Ganondorf observed her expression, sensing the underlying currents of tension and conflict beneath the surface. Despite her seemingly genuine gratitude and appreciation, the weight of their ongoing struggle and conflict hung thick in the air like a stifling fog. Yet, amidst it all, there was something else – a flicker of genuine curiosity and admiration that he hadn't expected. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise at her reaction; he had half-expected her to be like the rest of the royal and noble families from Hyrule – stuck-up, hateful, arrogant, and cold. But here she was, showing a glimmer of warmth and openness that caught him off guard. He forced down the bitter taste of anger and frustration rising in his throat, his gaze softening as he met her eyes again. "It's my pleasure, Princess," he replied, his voice betraying the raw emotion he was feeling. As the brief moment of understanding and appreciation faded, an uncomfortable silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension. The dark warlord's gaze hardened slightly, his expression inscrutable as he broke the silence. "Now that you've had your dinner, I suggest you rest. You'll need your strength in the morning," he advised, his tone authoritative. "Go shower and then get some sleep." As the Hylian throne's heiress rose from her seat, Ganondorf halted her with a firm hand and added, "Be mindful, water is scarce here." With a nod, the Hylian betrothed proceeded to undress and make her way to the adjacent bathroom. The shower, though comfortable, offered only a weak flow of water, a reminder of the desert's harsh realities. Despite this, the soon-to-be queen washed and rinsed herself before emerging to find a sea-green long-sleeved robe laid out for her, fashioned from soft cotton, its luxurious texture made a stark contrast to the rugged surroundings. As she admired the garment's gentle touch, she sensed her soon-to-be wicked husband's curious gaze upon her, a flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks at her state of undress. Hurriedly, she slipped into the robe and retreated to the warmth of the large bed nestled in one of the corners of the room, she buried herself beneath the layers of fur the royal lady sought refuge in the embrace of sleep, her exhaustion overwhelming her.
The Gerudo monarch proceeded to his own shower. The rhythmic sound of water cascading filled the air lulling her to sleep, exhaustion weighed heavily on her, and before she knew it, she had succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep, her fatigue finally catching up with her. The dark lord found solace in the rhythmic patter of water against tile, a welcome reprieve from the tension that had filled the room moments earlier. As he allowed the water to cleanse both body and mind, he attempted to push aside the vague feelings stirring within him – feelings of longing and discontent that he couldn't quite grasp. Emerging from the bathroom, clad in a simple robe, the Gerudo royal's gaze drifted towards the bed where his soon-to-be bride laid, her features softened in the embrace of sleep. He observed her for a moment, a fleeting expression of something undefinable flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with a neutral facade. Dismissing the unfamiliar emotions that threatened to surface, he turned away determined to ignore the inexplicable stirrings within him, made his way to lay by the side of his Hylian royal fiancee. The lingering emotions and stirrings from within, however, refused to be suppressed, and he could not help but acknowledge their presence in his mind, an uncomfortable tension brewing within him as he laid awake, his thoughts and emotions in conflict, his desires and longings battling against his pride. Despite his efforts to quell them, they persisted, swirling in his mind like a tempestuous storm. The silent tension between him and his fiancee was palpable, and he could not help but indulge in the silence, letting his gaze drift over to her sleeping form. Her peaceful countenance offered a brief respite from the turmoil within him, her soft breath a gentle contrast to the restless turbulence within his own mind. As exhaustion finally began to weigh heavy upon him.
Ganondor,finally, surrendered to the pull of sleep, though even in slumber, his mind remained restless, plagued by the unresolved conflicts and unspoken desires that lingered just beneath the surface as he settled his arm around Zelda, and brought her closer to him.