The king hated us. Many other Hylians did. They looked to our beautiful area, the Hebra, and saw it's wildness, and how hard it was to establish law and communitys there. They called us uneducated beasties, wild men, and snow doltish.
The king thought these things. He had such little regard for us, he and his men would some times kidnap us, forcing us to do their bidding. The king even legalized the regular people to do it.
Of corse, this was thousands of years before the calamity, or even the triforce.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.