oh, how majestic this castle was!
each and every detail of it was intricate beyond belief, the craftsmanship behind the long stone hallways, the drapery, every nook and cranny – the riches of the hylians was undeniable in their work. with resources plentiful, they had poured efforts into the luxurious living of their nobility, allowing them to sit and observe their kingdom like pampered housecats.
the throne; oh, the throne, it was most exquisite of all.
HUGE, large enough to swallow hyrule’s monarch easily, with soft, red velvet cushioning and a polished gold frame.
when the residual effects of twilight melted from his body and he rejoined the realm of light, hyrule’s throne was the first thing he made for.
it had been designed for their rulers, but it fit him perfectly.
ego beyond bolstered, even zant’s insufferable pride was not enough to knock him down from the feeling of ecstasy of claiming what was rightfully his.
‘ surpassed? oh, yes, certainly. ‘
ganondorf reclined, finding a comfortable position upon hyrule’s throne, crossing a leg over his knee. a grin split his lips wide, teeth bared as he smiled at zant’s approach.
his mood was willing in humoring zant, though, loose ends could not be left untied.
‘ have you been monitoring the whelp, to see where he may try to take the princess imp? ‘
“ OF COURSE, MY MASTER. OF COURSE. I HAVE NEWS THAT WILL PLEASE YOU EVEN MORE. ”
The Twilit Messengers depart from their master’s side, shuffling off to hide in some corner, away from the sight of Zant’s GOD. They do not deserve to be in his presence -- their lord has told them so. Zant walks forward, unabated and with arrogance swelling in his chest. PRIDE at being praised so highly puts a skip in his step as he moves.
“ THIS, master, is the real good news. The boy will be of no concern. Not while he remains TRAPPED as a blue-eyed beast. A mere animal cannot oppose your might, my lord, ” Behind his mask, Zant’s lips curl into a smile. It is a knowing smirk, one that strains the corners of his face and makes him go rigid with tension. He is almost giddy about it.
Every angle dealt with, every base covered, every threat eliminated. Zant was proud of himself; not like that was unusual. But today, today he’d done something GREATER than merely ‘well’.
“ A curse, my lord. A curse that keeps him restrained to his lesser form, even within this harsh light. Using something of my own invention, of course. ” As always, he is unable to resist flaunting his own intelligence.
“ Without Midna or Princess Zelda’s guidance, he will surely perish. I trust this pleases you, LORD Ganondorf? ”
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