Malon had onced hoped for a knight on a white horse to pick her out of the hay and manure and whisk her away to a land filled with unending happiness. She had been young when she had wished for such things. Now, as mistress to the Dark Lord, she wished for things like a means to combine the life of Malon the farm girl with that of Malon the concubine, or the knowledge to save both her country and her lover, or for the courage to fall with Ganondorf when his reign ended.

She wasn't unhappy, despite the negitivity that tinged her dreams, merely older and wiser.