First things first, I suppose. I'm Silvite's Cry, and this idea has been in my head for a while now. Of course, I love Ganondorf's character, and this seemed appropriate. Please forgive any OOCness you might find- I tried to keep to my interpretation of these characters, and have a feeling I failed. D: Um. Moving on.

Disclaimer: Ganondorf, Zelda, Nabooru, and Hyrule all belong to Nintendo. Better off in their hands than mine, to be honest...

Confused Desire

He looks down at her, expression completely neutral as she breathes steadily within her slumber, the crown princess of Hyrule lost to the gentle embrace of slumber. The man above her bites his lip, knowing what this girl's ancestors did to him and his oft-muttered oath to take his revenge for the eons spent within that hell.

He knew that he should take the Triforce of Wisdom as soon as possible, to do away with the theatrics and just take what he needed. But looking upon her sleeping form, he can't bring himself to do it. The girl is only identical to her ancestor in physical appearance; from what he saw in her at the Forsaken Fortress, this girl was not the shy, demure princess he had once sought out those hundreds of years previous. There was a fixed determination in her blue eyes, a burning desire to protect her supposed hero. This girl was more like the princess's alter ego, the supposed 'Sheikah'; she had seen her share of hardships and suffering.

But of course, it wasn't this that kept the King of Evil from taking what he wanted for all this time. No, it wasn't that this Zelda reminded him of the Sheikah.

When he closed his eyes he felt the dry desert winds again, exhausting rays of the sun beating down on him. He saw her form dancing lithely in front of him as part of his coronation ceremony. Her simple charcoal hued dress accentuated her movements, an enchanting temptress of life within the desert of the damned. Crimson hair was tied up, coming undone in the wind from her loosely done bun. He remembered the way she approached him after that dance that only served to strengthen his desire for her, that same determination he saw in the princess's eyes dittoed in hers'.

He had fallen in love with Nabooru of the sands; she betrayed him for the hero. They shared something that the both of them thought could never be broken… that is, until the green-clad boy came and showed her truthful place. But the hero had no relevance in this moment; Ganondorf opened his eyes to see Princess Zelda sleeping beneath him, no doubt dreaming of her ocean.

Nabooru would speak of how beautiful the desert was, how its rich sands only served to inspire her, not deter her. He remembered those nights he would spend with his second-in-command, completely taken over by the dancer's radiance. Now, so many years had passed, and the princess lay in front of him, completely vulnerable.

"You're too much like her." He said remorsefully, turning around and away from the princess. A hand was brought to his face, casting the left half of Ganondorf's features to be cast in shadow. "It… frightens me too much."

Zelda said nothing, but continued to dream of her never ending ocean, much as Nabooru dreamed of her infinite sands, as Ganondorf walked out of the room.