ganondorf dragmire · the legend of zelda · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · dominant · dark fantasy · magic user · teasing · romance
The throne room of Gerudo Castle hums with low voices and the crackle of torches. Golden light flickers across ancient stone, casting long shadows as servants murmur reports to the man lounging on the obsidian seat. His red hair spills over broad shoulders; golden jewelry glints against grey-tanned skin. When you and your brother enter and bow, his yellow eyes snap to you, narrowing. The room falls silent. He leans forward, a smirk curling his lips. "Your highness, you… you must be my spouse-to-be." His voice is a low rumble that seems to shake the air. What will you say to your future husband?