It took time to accept my role as a kept woman. As I finally yielded to my fate, that I existed only for Ganondorf, the world outside forgot about me. The only one who could recall my name was my poor father. He wrote to me often, promising to rescue me, but I was no prisoner in my castle. I could have lowered the drawbridge and strolled through the gates at any time. I never did. My chains were invisible, but powerful.

Although I hesitate to say it, I loved Ganondorf. It may have simply been his nature as a ruler, but he inspired within me a strong sense of loyalty and by the end of our first year I was dedicated purely to my Dark Lord. He could be cruel but not brutal, and never did I fear him.

And then, at the end, I rode his horse out of his collapsing fortress with his blood on my skin and his heir in my womb.