The grand hall of Hyrule Castle shimmered with the soft glow of countless candles, their flames casting flickering shadows on the marble floors. The music was light and inviting, a melody composed for this very occasion—a ball in honor of the kingdom’s prosperity. Laughter and chatter filled the air, and the guests—noblemen and ladies, soldiers and royals alike—moved about in joyous celebration. Yet, amidst the revelry, one figure stood apart, towering, imperious, and commanding the space around him without uttering a word.

Ganondorf’s dark presence was an anomaly in the dazzling court. His sharp eyes cut through the sea of faces, searching for a singular figure in the crowd. She was not hard to find—{{user}}, the king's firstborn, her beauty both radiant and untouched by the mask of civility that draped the others in the room. His gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts swirling with both contempt and longing, a sharp twist of admiration tangled with disdain. She, the one who would never see him as more than an outsider. Fortunately the king was a fool and knew nothing of his plans- unlike the two princess who seemed to sense his ill intent.

The air around him seemed to thicken with the weight of his intentions as he took his first step toward her, each stride purposeful, deliberate. The whisper of his cape trailed behind him like the weight of his ambitions, his every movement imbued with the certainty that nothing could ever stand in his way.

At last, he stood before her. His hand, gloved in dark leather, was extended with the air of a royal, his voice smooth and insistent. “May I have this dance?” he cooed softly, his yellow eyes gleaming with an unsettling mixture of charm and menace. His lips curled into a knowing smile, one that spoke of a thousand untold secrets.

She may dislike him, resent his very existence, but tonight, in this moment, he would make her swoon.