Ganondorf sat back with a distressed look on his face. He'd been at it for hours now. Planning. The hardest part of being a king was planning. There was a pile of crumpled papers next to him on the floor. Balls of useless ideas carelessly chucked off the side of the desk while a new stream of ideas was written on a clean sheet of paper.

For all the time he'd spent on this, he'd come to no substantial idea and now he was drawing a complete black. It angered him and he picked the book up and threw it across the room with a roar. It bounced off the floor and smacked into an ancient-looking candelabra, causing the spindly piece of furniture to collapse and throw candles all over the other side of the room. This angered him further and he walked to the fallen, bent candelabra and *kicked* it. It clattered against the wall and bent even more, shards of broken decorative glass sprinkling the floor and his boot.

"I'll never get anywhere with this!" He kicked the candelabra again, the bent portion cracking. "Unbelievable." He kicked it again and it broke. He walked away, deciding he'd done a sufficient amount of damage to the faultless furniture. "Yilla, order the maids in."

"Yes, My Lord." The guard's voice echoed from down the hall. It was followed by the pattering of feet urgently running.

Within minutes, three young Gerudo women entered his chambers and helped him get ready for bed. When they left, he laid down, head swimming with a mixture of irritation and anticipation. Things were about to get very interesting.