Cheering Ganondorf up?

Nabooru scoffed. That was not going to happen.

Maybe Aveil's idea of taking him fishing wasn't so bad. No, she'd already decided that was a positively stupid idea.

Her thoughts about somehow getting on her husband's good side, if there was such a thing anymore, vanished as she rounded the corner. 

Nabooru paused, one hand on the door. She hated the pain in his voice, knew that it was feigned. Her beloved would never have stooped to contemplating murder and genocide.

"I said I would stand by your side, so long as we remained to each other, and I did," Nabooru said softly. "I kept my oath, but you broke yours when you started planning this behind my back. By murdering the unborn prince and the queen, you've condemned us all."

With no further word, Nabooru opened the door and fled into the corridor. Her eyes prickled with tears unshed. 

She refused to let anyone see her weep.

Before she knew it, she was running. Behind her Ganondorf called out to her, beckoning her to come back. 

It was too late for that. 

He'd made his move. The die was cast and there was no turning back  Time's Wheel to stop it.

"The Gerudo are not murderers!" Nabooru replied, her restraint breaking as fury seeped into her words. "We do not go murdering children in their beds, and we don't go killing each other to punish the failure of others!"

"I admit this is distasteful work, Nabooru," Ganondorf said absently. "Sacrifices must be made, however, if we are to succeed. Even if it means doing that which we would rather not do. Besides, you need not concern yourself with the boy now."

Nabooru felt a chill. "What have you done to him?"