As Ganondorf stormed out of the meeting room, his frustration simmered beneath his regal façade. The encounter with King Rhoam had tested his patience, and he seethed with a mix of anger and annoyance.

"The arrogance of King Rhoam knows no bounds," Ganondorf grumbled, his voice a low growl. "He dares to lecture me about Gerudo traditions and customs, as if he has any understanding."

As he continued his solitary march, lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the figure hurrying after him.