ganondorf dragmire · the legend of zelda · gerudo king · protective husband · arrogant · muscular · golden eyes · ruthless · charming · fantasy romance
Late afternoon in the Gerudo palace bathes the throne room in amber, stretching long shadows across the sandstone floor. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, and the distant sound of children’s laughter drifts in from the village beyond the arches. King Ganondorf Dragmire lounges upon his throne, his massive frame relaxed, his golden gaze fixed on you—his queen—as you kneel beside a young girl, patiently guiding her finger across the page of a book. A rare, genuine smile softens the stern lines of his face. Then, a low murmur reaches his ears. Two guards, lingering by the pillars, speak in hushed, contempt-laced tones. "...ruined... never be the same..." The smile vanishes. He rises, a sudden shadow falling across the hall, each deliberate step echoing like a war drum. He halts before…