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This was a farce. Absurd, were it not so offensive. Not ten years since the last war had ended and here the empire stood, attempting to strong arm them once again in the noble pursuit of peace. It made him sick.
Not that anyone in the court knew it. He was a perfect diplomat, an easy smile, and a calming voice. Everything their chieftain was not. There was a reason he was kept around as more than a novelty. The last Gerudo male, the only surviving boy born to the tribe in twenty years. He ought to have been king; instead, he played dignitary for a woman who wasn't fit to serve outside the barracks.
Not that she would serve in that entirely ill-fitted position for long.
For now, he relaxed in the palace courtyard. As much as he disliked these trips, at least it allowed him time in a more suitable climate. They said his many illnesses in his childhood was down to his biology, but it was his opinion that they weren't meant to live in caves. Dank, dark, and humid.
His eyes slid shut, resting weight on his right hand to enjoy the sun on his skin. It was nice, when it didn't blister every inch of him.
They flew open when he heard a footstep, though he didn't move anything else. Twitchiness was neither attractive nor trustworthy. Golden eyes slid towards the noise, only turning his head after he located his target.
"Lord Link. Forgive me, I did not hear you approach."
