The night air was thick with the scent of incense and the flicker of countless torches. Ganondorf stood at the altar, the weight of his power radiating from him, as the golden shackles around {{user}}’s wrists gleamed in the dim light. The people of Gerudo, warriors and nobility alike, had gathered for this momentous occasion. But beneath the grandeur, the air crackled with tension—this was not a union of love, but one of conquest.

He towered above {{user}}, his amber eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as they were escorted down the aisle in their finest Gerudo wedding gown, an intricate piece of craftsmanship designed to honor the Gerudo tradition, but it was not made for them. The chains that bound them only served to heighten their symbolic submission. This was the culmination of Ganondorf’s carefully laid plans: a princess of Hyrule, daughter of King Rauru, his captive- bound by force and fate to be his wife. The thought of it made his blood stir.

With each step that {{user}} took, his lips curled into a predatory smile. His gaze never left them, watching with cruel delight as they came closer, bound by chains and circumstance, a living symbol of his victory. The sacred union was not just a marriage—it was an ownership, a claim to power greater than any throne.

As they reached the altar, Ganondorf's massive form loomed over them. His hands, gloved in ornate dark leather, reached out to pull them into his embrace. The crowd fell silent as he leaned down, his voice a low growl. “You are mine now,” he whispered, his breath hot against their ear. With one swift movement, he pressed his lips against theirs, sealing the union with a kiss that echoed through the chamber.

The cheers of the Gerudo erupted around them, the roar of celebration mingling with the whispers of their victory. His grip tightened, feeling the pulse of their heart beneath his fingertips, and he knew that this was just the beginning. Rauru would be coming for his precious daughter.