Queen of the Banished

705 words

The carriage arrived at their home in Gerudo Town. Ganondorf, almost vibrating with excitement, nearly jumped out before it had stopped.

“Ganondorf, wait!” Rabia laughed and tugged on the back of his cape before he could open the door. “Why are you in such a hurry to get home?” she asked. He exited the carriage and offered her a hand to help her down the steps.

“I had an idea yesterday,” he said, his eyes glinting in the evening light. “I want to get it all down on paper before I forget.” Rabia smiled at him indulgently and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“Alright - I’ll get our things,” she smiled. Ganondorf hurried inside, sending some out some servants to help Rabia with their bags.
Over the course of the next few days, Ganondorf rarely seemed to leave his office. Rabia was only able to coax him out for meals and sleep, and though he conversed with her, it was clear his mind was far away.

“Rabia?” Kamilah poked her head into the music room. Rabia was sitting on the floor, Katrina curled up by her hip, strumming a guitar. It was clear from the glazed look in her eyes that she was bored. Kamilah stood there for a moment and waited, then walked over. “Rabia, hey,” she waved a hand in front of her face. Rabia blinked.

“What? Oh, Adi(1), I’m sorry,” Rabia sighed and set her guitar aside. Katrina purred and rolled over, begging for a belly rub. Rabia gave her a few scritches, then stood and stretched.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk,” Kamilah said. “You need to get out of this house.” She looped her arm through Rabia’s and led her outside into the bright sun. Gerudo Town was bustling that morning with women going about their usual business. “Since you’re queen now,” she started, “you should probably get to know your people,” Kamilah said.

They explored Gerudo Valley and Gerudo Town together, and spent time with women from all occupations, from servants and entertainers, to artisans and warriors. As the days passed, Rabia found herself becoming more fluent with the language and culture. Through her newfound friendships, she found a better understanding of the needs of her people. After a couple of weeks of hard work for Ganondorf and culture immersion for Rabia, Ganondorf finally decided to tell Rabia all about his project over a private lunch in their home.

“I know I’ve been busy these past couple weeks,” Ganondorf said as he took the seat across from her. “I’ve missed spending time with you, but I’m working on something… big, Rabia. It could bring some major changes to the valley if it works.”

“No, no, I understand. You have work to do. I didn’t expect that to change once we got married,” Rabia said. “Besides, it’s given me some time to explore the valley and get to know everyone. What’s this big project you’ve been working on?” she asked. Ganondorf grinned.

“I’ve been drafting a trade deal proposal for Princess Zelda.” He gestured excitedly as he spoke, his eyes bright. “My hope is that we can get a trade agreement between the valley and Castle Town. I want to trade jewelry, glass, and war horses for a constant supply of food, water, and textiles. Actually…” he paused for a moment. “I was hoping you might help me out with part of it.”

“Of course! I’d be happy to!” Rabia smiled. “What do you need me to do?

“Would you write to Zelda and request an audience with her?” Ganondorf asked. “I think she’ll be more likely to accept the request if it comes from you, given our… history.” Rabia nodded.

“I already have half a letter for her upstairs, I can make sure to write in the request,” she said. “I’ll bring it to your office when it’s done so you can add a copy of your draft agreement.”

“Thanks, Rabia,” he said, relieved. They both glanced up when the clock chimed. Ganondorf wiped his hands on a napkin and stood.

“I should be getting back,” he said. “I’ll be home tonight.” He rounded the table and kissed her cheek, then got back to work.