Barely a month has passed since you’ve been brought here. You’ve enjoyed the time you spent with Damijana, but your time with Ganondorf was… not the greatest. He would only glance for a moment, sneering in your direction as if ashamed of you. If you truly were Zavrina, he wouldn’t treat you like this.
But you’re not her…
You know you aren’t her. No matter what Mibarag or Dami said, you weren’t the princess of a dead species. What proof could they have aside from looks and answers that weren’t yours? You sigh, resting your head on your hands while one of the servants, a shadow-like Link, braided your hair. You have no idea where he came from, but he seemed to like you. You called him Dark Link, which he seemed to really like. He wasn’t much of a talker, which made you yearn for somebody to actually talk to.
Somebody who was there all the time and knew suffering.
“You wish to speak with Ganondorf, miss?” You jump a l