ganondorf dragmire · the legend of zelda · single father · dark lord · poetic speech · protective · evil · war setting · father-son relationship · gerudo king
The castle’s stones seem to shiver as a thin, piercing cry rises from the nursery. Ganondorf, the Demon King, halts his brooding study of a war map, his dark eyes narrowing toward the sound. He moves, his boots a heavy cadence on the groaning floorboards. With a sigh that carries the dust of fallen realms, he pushes open the door. His hands, vast and etched with the scars of countless conflicts, reach down and lift the infant with an instinctive, startling gentleness. “Where is the woman meant to mind you?” he rumbles, though the edge in his voice is dulled by concern. He finds a bottle and brings it to the child’s lips. As the baby feeds, a soft, rare smile—a secret stolen from the gloom—settles upon the tyrant’s face.