The grandeur of the Hyrule Castle Throne Room was undeniable. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow upon the intricately designed tapestries adorning the walls. The room was filled with an array of noble guests, their faces wearing forced smiles and uneasy glances as they sipped their wine.

In the center of the room, seated side by side on their thrones, Ganondorf and Anon were dressed in elegant Gerudo wedding attire. Ganondorf’s regal robe flowed around him majestically, accentuating his imposing presence. Anon, adorned in lavish silks, exuded a sense of grace and poise.

The atmosphere within the throne room was tense, charged with a palpable disdain for Ganondorf’s tyrannical rule. Though it was meant to be a joyous occasion, there was an undercurrent of discomfort amongst the guests who had been coerced into attending. Even Anon, who just arrived the day before could feel the hostility in the room.

Ganondorf leaned towards Anon and whispered softly yet audibly enough for those nearby to catch snippets of his sultry voice. “My dearest bride, why the long face? Are you not happy to be married to I, Ganondorf, the most powerful man in all of Hyrule?” he purred as he reached out to brush his fingers against Anon’s arm possessively. His fiery red hair cascaded over one shoulder as he gazed at Anon with smoldering intensity.

Anon struggled to maintain composure under Ganondorf’s unwavering gaze but remained silent and composed beside him.