A majestic Gerudo stallion galloped powerfully across the rolling fields of the divine kingdom of Hyrule. The afternoon sun glistened on his muscular frame, and reflected on the plate armor that protected him. Only this steed possessed enough strength to carry the great King of Hyrule in to battle.

A Hylian mare, bred with the seed of the black stallion, supported the Queen of Hyrule through the tall, swaying grass. The sun was warm on her exposed, tan skin, while the wind smelled of the promise of rain. The clouds gliding in from the east swore to make the rain reality. "We will need to cut training short today," she yelled to her husband chasing her across the field.

"I best make this the attack that defeats you then," he shouted back to kindle her fighting spirit. The king commanded his horse to gallop faster. His sword was straight out at his side and poised to attack, while his wife gripped the reins of her mare with both hands. Once he was close enough to strike, the queen suddenly stood from her saddle. She removed one foot from the stirrup, and pushed off from the mare into a backflip, all while equipping her bow in one fluid motion. The king passed beneath her and she lined him up in her sight. She rapidly fired arrows at his back, just before landing gracefully on both feet.

The sudden swiftness of her attack impressed him, but he was prepared. Attacking while in motion was pointless, otherwise she was constantly protected by a powerful barrier. He batted the first arrow away with his sword, but immediately behind it was a second. He managed to deflect the second by quickly firing a weak orb of magic. Most unexpected was the third arrow. Out of options to block and dodge, the king braced himself and allowed the arrow to pierce his upper arm. He narrowed his enraged, yellow eyes on his wife, already galloping away to prepare for her next attack. They charged across the field toward the other at their horse's fastest gallop. He swiped at her with his long sword as he rushed by. She dodged, but he noticed three arrows were nocked in her bow. When they rounded to face each other, she released her tense bow string. The queen was stunned to find all the arrows froze in midflight and snapped about to face her. This was her king's counter attack. She strengthened the barrier that protected her and fled from him.

An arrow zoomed by her head as she attempted to evade. To dodge the second she was forced in the opposite direction, back toward her husband. She became determined to end the fight as the victor, so she brandished her scimitar and continued to gallop straight at him. From out of nowhere the third arrow struck the middle of her back, as if propelled by magic. She lurched and was blinded by agony. When she could see, she found the king directly beside her. He swung his massive sword into her midsection. The blade met with obvious resistance from her protective magic and leather armor, but she was thrown from her saddle. She landed hard on her back and rolled a short distance. The king dismounted his horse while he was still in motion. He approached his wife with the hand of his uninjured arm extended. "Queen Ganondora Dragmire, do you yield?" he asked arrogantly.

She accepted his aid to stand on her feet with her arm held stiffly over her stomach. He wrenched the arrow straight out of her back, causing her to shout in pain. Dora grimaced, but the shallow cut in her abdomen was already in the process of healing over with new skin. Her ongoing discomfort was the bruising from the impact of his sword against her gut. "You win, for now, Ganondorf," she relented.

He bathed in the energy pouring from her as she healed, and he tore out the arrow to allow his arm to benefit from her skill. "You have grown powerful beyond my expectations, Dora," he praised. "Yet I still manage to defeat you when we spar."

As her wound healed, she was able to stand straight and meet his eyes with a glare. "I win on occasion." The clouds above them blotted out the sun, and were so dark the rain might have been unleashed at any moment.

Since conquering Hyrule to begin the Dragmire reign, and moving their family into the castle, the King and Queen of Evil sparred weekly to maintain their strength, and to help Dora master the art of defense and healing. Ganondorf awakened her ability to control magic while they were last trapped in the Sacred Realm. Training was important because he had known granting Dora the skill to wield magic with the same signature as his own intertwined their magical forces in life and death. They benefited from sparring each other, and joining forces to battle their daughter, Din, and Felious, her husband.

"Were I an enemy, the hero perhaps, you would have fought without hesitation, like the vicious warrior I trained in the fortress," he remarked heartlessly. "After all these years you still hold back."

Dora's hand hovered over the wound in Ganondorf's shoulder and concentrated her energy to finish healing him. "If ever I had a weakness, you would be the only one." When the skin was renewed, she whistled for her grazing horse to come to her side. The darkening clouds released their sorrow in tears, and their rage in the roll of thunder from lightning passing between the clouds. The king and queen mounted their horses in unison, and then trotted toward the castle.

"I count myself as your greatest strength," he advised with conceit.

Dora smiled contently and glanced at Ganondorf as they bounced along on horseback, directly beside each other. Her mind was left reeling when she truly considered their journey to reach their current destination in life together. "First one to the castle gets to humiliate the loser," she laughed suddenly, kicked her heels into the horse, and darted off toward the castle.

Ganondorf chuckled. He refrained from reminding Dora he could teleport short distances and chose to take advantage of the opportunity. She bounded toward the castle, her long braid of fiery red hair dancing along in the wind behind her. When she was out of sight, he pictured the castle's stables in his mind with vivid clarity. With barely a thought, he appeared outside the building, still atop the solid black stallion, and startled the stable hands. The king dismounted in one fluid motion and handed the reins to a servant. He sauntered toward the castle to prepare for Dora's arrival.