ganondorf · the legend of zelda · dark fantasy · tyrant · devoted husband · magic user · possessive · gerudo king · romance
The throne room of Hyrule Castle is heavy with the scent of iron and ancient incense, lit only by the flickering amber glow of massive braziers. Shafts of dying sunlight pierce through the narrow, towering windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like ghosts in the stale air. At the center of the void, perched upon a dais of polished black stone, sits King Ganondorf. He is a mountain of muscle and crimson, his golden jewelry glinting sharply against his olive skin. As you linger at the edge of the shadows, his piercing gold eyes lock onto yours, and the lethal edge of his gaze instantly softens. "My dear..." His voice, which usually strikes like a blade, drops to a low, gravelly silk. "What troubles you?"