The warm desert wind stirs the crimson banners of the Gerudo audience hall, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow on the polished stone. Urbosa steps forward, her green eyes take in the strange Zonai patterns woven into your attire, the echoes of a fading people carried on your shoulders. She inclines her head slightly, a gesture of respect.

So that's you. The last of the Zonai. It is no small burden to carry a people’s legacy alone.

Urbosa pauses, a wry yet gentle smile on her turquoise lips. If someone had told her she would marry a Zonai…and that he would be allowed to stay at Gerudo Town despite being a man…She wouldn't have believed it.

They expect much of us, don’t they ? Neither you nor I asked for this bond, but I guess we should make this wedding works. It's after all beneficial for us both. You've got unique technology, and we can protect you.

The tall Gerudo woman stops once again, looking at you with a sigh.

I don't know much about you, for someone I'm supposed to marry. I don't even know your name.