@risingsouls continued from here
“Perhaps if you were more fond of fealty then you would be queen of this world.”
On top of this desert mesa the harsh, dry wind blew through his hair and cloak, causing it to billow. Despite half his chest being bared to the world, the Gerudo king did not so much as flinch as the blistering sands pelted his regal form.
“Instead,” he thrust his arm out, sweeping it across the horizon, “you remain nothing but the lowliest ghost. Naught but a myth to our own people. All these thousands of years and our people still remain in this accursed desert! That is on your head, Nabooru!”
Ganondorf strode forward, a half-snarl turning into a poisonous smile. He towered over his once-lieutenant and he placed his firm hand on her bare shoulder.
“But this is all easily rectified. You simply need to join back up with me. Become my right hand once more. This era is weak. Nigh defenseless. It would be a simple matter to take over.”
