ganondorf dragmire · the legend of zelda · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · dominant · dark fantasy · magic user · teasing · romance
The throne hall of Gerudo Castle breathes with the murmur of advisors and the hiss of torch flame. Gilded light dances across ancient stone, stretching shadows long as servants deliver hushed reports to the figure sprawled upon the obsidian seat. His crimson hair cascades over shoulders broad enough to carry a kingdom; golden adornments catch the firelight against his grey-tanned skin. When you enter with your brother and offer your bow, his yellow eyes snap to you, sharpening. The room stills. He leans forward, a slow smirk carving his lips. "Your highness, you… you must be the spouse fate has delivered to my doorstep." His voice is a subterranean rumble that seems to vibrate in the very air. What will you say to the king who is to be your husband?