Aww, look at all the fluff I wrote! Hope nothing, uh, happens
Hemisi giggled in delight as she danced around Orik. The boy’s red eyes shimmered with obvious love as he laughed with her, letting her take his hands and guide him through the traditional dance.
He felt a light tap against his shoulder, and he turned to see Nabooru smirking at him. “Oh, stop looking so glum. They’re having fun.”
“Come on, Father,” his son laughed. “A Sheikah son-in-law would be pretty cool!”
"Half-Sheikah," Ganondorf corrected. The boy was still half Hylian. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” Nabooru chided their boy lightly. “They’re only just starting to date.”
Their son gave an unconvinced uh huh and scurried into the crowd to harass his sister. Ganondorf scowled all the more.
“You don’t like him?” Nabooru asked.
Well. He didn’t particularly dislike the kid personally. But…
This wasn’t exactly a feeling Ganondorf was familiar with. A possessive protectiveness pulled at him, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to process it. Instead, he went for the obvious. “He’s one of them.”
“Not being Gerudo isn’t a crime, you know,” Nabooru replied with a roll of her eyes. “Just because our way of living is better doesn’t mean there aren’t other ways to do it. Nor does it make them evil.”
“He’s been assigned to guard the princess,” Ganondorf argued further.
“Our target is the Triforce, not the princess,” Nabooru countered in a much quieter tone. “The girl is hardly a threat. I don’t think she’s ever spoken a word in her life, anyway.”
“Oh, stop that,” his wife laughed. “You’re just upset because he’s dating our daughter. The boy’s sweet, and a good fighter too. Perhaps when the dust settles he’ll still be able to be with her.”
The idea rolled around in his mind briefly. Hemisi did look happy with him, and… Ganondorf certainly couldn’t deny the boy was a good fighter based on what he’d witnessed at the sparring match.
That damn sparring match. That had gotten far too out of hand. Ganondorf didn’t like it. But the boy had backed off quickly, and…
Ganondorf sighed again. “Maybe so. I… wouldn’t mind him being with us.”
Nabooru leaned her head on his shoulder as Hemisi tackled her brother after getting shoved into Orik. The Sheikah boy watched the exchange with an air of discomfort, though he laughed along, before Hemisi dragged him into the roughhousing too. His cheer became genuine, forgetting who was watching, and the three teenagers’ giggles filled the air along with the music. Ganondorf smiled at it – soon he would have everything, and his children’s happiness would be indestructible.
And perhaps that boy would be able to enjoy their victory too.
