Blackfeather Woods Ours is a cycle of hatred

It took a little while, but warmth gradually wormed back into Ramsay's bones and muscles, and he eventually drifted into a fitful sleep. When he woke he would remember Ganondorf both fondly and with a touch of uncertain fear—for if ever Ramsay would look to one of his relatives as a leadership figure whom he might take an order from, then Ganondorf with his brusque manner was the one.