A/N: Hello everyone, as stated in the summary this would be a collection of random drabbles with my OC (Rahzel) and Ghirahim. These will take place after All those who wander. Eventually this may have a plot, but it depends on the response I receive. Any ideas can be left in the reviews.

Ghirahim looked at the cold stone wall. He shivered slightly against the cold. The noble looked at the walls that imprisoned him with contempt and tried to pry himself out of the cuffs that held him to one such wall. They made a loud clanking sound, but didn't budge. The wooden door to his cell opened and revealed Demise. The demon king scoffed at the noble. "Did you think you could betray me?" he asked laughing deeply.

"What are you planning to do to me?" Ghirahim asked rather than answering the question.

Demise shook his head in disappointment, "not everything is about you." The demon king nodded to the open door. Ghirahim looked to the entrance as a moblin dragged a struggling body in.

"Let her go," Ghirahim growled as he saw Rahzel pulling away from the moblin. She was avoiding his gaze and was obviously thinking of a way to escape.

"You have feelings for this woman?" Demise asked fully knowing the answer. The demon king grabbed her roughly pulling her away from the moblin and into his grasp. "You believe that she is your new master?" he asked.

"Ghirahim and I are partners. I don't use him like a tool," Rahzel said matter-of-factly leaning away from the king.

Demise chuckled and Ghirahim wordlessly pleaded for the woman to remain silent. "I'll do anything you ask," Ghirahim said to Demise, "do not harm her." Demise laughed again before he threw the woman to the side. Rahzel tumbled without a sound. The Hylian pushed herself to her knees with her shackled hands. Ghirahim watched as Demise towered over her.

The noble wished he could turn away from what was sure to be Rahzel's final moments. The woman was quick and bit into the scaly arm of Demise as he tried to strike her. The demon king yowled as Rahzel released his arm and stood on her feet.

Ghirahim grinned as he watched the woman slide past a fuming Demise and run his way. The demon king wouldn't let her escape that easily. He slammed into the Hylian knocking her to the ground. Demise pinned the woman down on her back. Ghirahim knew what would happen next. He had seen enough and wanted to wake from this nightmare. He had already watched helplessly as his former master removed the woman's teeth to 'prevent anymore foolish escape attempts.' The noble had already watch the woman's tongue being ribbed out. He had seen Demise defile the woman as he shouted at him to stop. He had already heard her unnatural screams as the demon king tortured the poor woman past recognition.

"Ghirahim," Rahzel called out desperately before Demise would begin.

Ghirahim woke with a start in a cold sweat. He swallowed roughly as he realized that once again it was nothing but a dream. He sat up and cradled his head in his hands. The noble knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep again. On a normal night, he would attempt to sleep again, but on this dark cloudy night, he didn't want to tempt his dreams. Ghirahim got up from his bed and exited his room. Feeling still shaken from his dream, he started to walk to Rahzel's room to check on the woman.

The noble stood at the closed door debating whether or not he should wake the woman. He laid a hand on the sturdy wood and was about to turn away when he noticed light coming from the library down the hall. Ghirahim padded slowly to the partially open door and pushed it open slightly.

"Having trouble sleeping," Rahzel's voice said startling him.

Ghirahim turned to the woman's voice. She was lounging on one of the couches holding a book in front of her face. "I was patrolling the castle, checking for intruders," Ghirahim answered slightly embarrassed to admit that he was having nightmares.

Rahzel lowered her book and gave him a knowing look. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has bad dreams," the woman stated with a sigh. She sat up and closed her book. "I'm willing to listen if you want to tell me."

Ghirahim debated whether to decline and leave the woman, but he knew that she would not let this die. The noble sighed and sat beside her. "I had a dream about Demise," Ghirahim started.

"Well, that's simple to solve. Demise is gone and besides I won't let him hurt you again," Rahzel answered wrapping her arms around one of his and leaning onto his shoulder.

"It wasn't me that he hurt. It was you," Ghirahim added. He looked at the woman to see her reaction.

He frowned as he watched her smile, "You shouldn't worry about me getting hurt. I know that you'll protect me." Ghirahim shook his head. "You won't protect me?" Rahzel asked her smile now widening as she tried to look confused.

"Rahzel," Ghirahim said his voice portraying his irritation, "I couldn't do anything. And If it isn't Demise, then it's the hero that hurts you or.."

Rahzel trapped the last of his sentence with her lips. She pulled away from the kiss with a sad smile, "That is what this is about. It is about my mortality."

Ghirahim just looked shock; that was exactly the root of the problem. Whether it be by an enemy's blade or by time or illness, he knew that Rahzel wouldn't be around him the rest of his life. Her life would be like a single heartbeat to his own. "I don't want to lose you," he said sadly.

"Ghirahim, I know that I won't live forever, but we can make the most of the time we do have," the woman started leaning her head on his shoulder. "And when I do die, maybe I can ask the goddesses permission to keep watch over you."

Ghirahim released a breath, "Do you believe that they would allow that?"

"I don't think they would want you without any supervision," Rahzel said before changing the subject, "Mavis was telling me that Tale of Two Keeps was a very good novel and suggested I read it. I haven't started yet, but…"

"Sounds interesting to me," Ghirahim answered realizing that the woman was inviting him to read with her. Ghirahim snapped his fingers and the book appeared in his hands. "You can start," Ghirahim said. The woman opened the book and begun to read the words on the page. The noble leaned back and listened to the way her voice flowed over the words. He still was worried about what the future held for the two of them, but the woman's words provided a small comfort. He just had to live each moment to the fullest and cherish all the time they had. The lord intended to start at the very moment if his eyes didn't close and take him to sleep.

….

Mavis looked desperately for his lord and lady. Especially Rahzel who he swore to protect. If anything were to happen to her, Ghirahim would kill him. This thought alone made the sorcerer nervous as he check each of the empty rooms. He finally opened the library and ran in. The sorcerer smiled as he saw the pair. Rahzel was laying partially on Ghirahim with the lord's arms holding her protectively. The sorcerer just nodded in relief and decided that the two needed their sleep. He exited the library silently and headed to the kitchen to have the cooks delay cooking breakfast a little longer.