The Gaining of Zelda
A thick veil of tension hung precariously over the only two occupants at the dinner table in Ganondorf's demonic castle. On one side of the lengthy table sat a disgruntled Princess Zelda, glaring hatefully towards the man who acted as both captor and host, Ganondorf. The desert king simply smirked back at her in turn. Placed between the two of them were plates upon plates of various foods, more still being brought in by a pair of neatly-dressed Stalfos. Neither Zelda nor Ganondorf have taken a single bite yet. It had been almost twenty minutes since they took their seats.
"...Aren't you hungry?" Ganondorf finally asked, his voice deep and rumbling.
"You should eat something. It's not healthy to avoid food."
"I said that I am not interested. You never showed any care about me before, not that I even expected any, and yet now you are presenting me with this huge meal. There's obviously something suspicious about it." Zelda replied. As usual, she spoke to him in a harsh tone.