A/N: Hello everyone, Thank you Artizaptres101 and SaraTheAngelic for adding this fic to both your favorites and alert lists. Now to the reviews.
-SaraTheAngelic- Aww, I'm glad that you love the pairing. You're not the first to tell me that you forgot that Rahzel was an OC. One of my friends on this site who wasn't familiar with Legend of Zelda said they were trying to wiki her and were confused when no results showed up. I love that idea. I already have a mental image of Ghirahim asking Link for aide. I'll try to restrain myself from writing cliffhangers.
Ghirahim could hear running footsteps bounding down the hall. A blur of silver passed beside him. "Where's the fire, Rahzel?" Ghirahim asked the woman who had flown past.
The Hylian was quick on her feet and stopped sharply, turning to face him. "I have many things to get ready for our wedding. I have to pick out flowers, get my dress, and find a suitable caterer." The woman didn't feel the need to explain anymore as she turned and continued to run to the dining hall. The noble called after her and ran after her as well.
He pushed open the door to see her already sitting at the table eating a bowl of porridge. She was shoveling the meal at an alarming rate. "So who is going with you to all these appointments?" Ghirahim asked hoping to prevent her from chocking.
The woman stopped eating and put down her spoon. "Mavis is." She continued.
"May I come as well?" Ghirahim asked sitting also starting eating a bowl of porridge.
Rahzel shook her head, "Sorry Ghirahim, Its bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding." Finished with her meal, Rahzel stood and padded to the noble. She gave him a quick peck before hurrying out the door.
"Love you," she said quickly as the door closed. Ghirahim looked at the empty seat across the table.
Ghirahim sat tapping his spoon against his bowl. He wasn't jealous of Mavis, he decided. He was just going to keep an eye out for Rahzel. Just to make sure that she wouldn't get hurt. The noble removed himself from the table and followed where the woman had went.
He watched as the woman and the sorcerer walked out of the main entrance. He padded silently behind and followed them to the florist. He stayed just outside of the small shop and peered through the windows. Ghirahim watched as a thin wiry demon was handing Rahzel bouquets. The woman grinned as the florist handed her a bundle of what appeared to be cotton stalks. She handed the flowers back politely.
Ghirahim watched as the woman pointed to a simple bouquet of white calla lilies and red roses. The florist gave them to her. The woman looked at the arrangement and nodded her approval. She returned the flowers and Ghirahim slipped into the shadows. "He must have gone through a lot of trouble to get those flowers," Rahzel said to Mavis.
Ghirahim watched Mavis shrug, "This is going to be the party of the century. All of us would do anything to please you."
Ghirahim smiled as he watched the woman frown, "I don't know if I like all the attention."
The rest of the day went smoothly. Ghirahim managed to stay out of sight of both the woman and her protector. The pair entered the tailor's shop. Ghirahim slipped in behind some other customers. He stood against the wall holding up a book to hide his face.
He watched as the tailor was pointing out a row of manikins each in a different white dress. The tailor pointed to a large puffy dress. Rahzel pulled the dress to try it on. She came out of the dressing room pushing down the large hoops of the skirt to fit in the door.
Ghirahim scrunched his nose. The dress didn't flatter the woman at all. The noble was about the tell the woman that the dress was horrible, but he remembered that she had asked him not to come with so he just sat and watched as she tried on the dresses. Most were decent, but none were right.
"Okay, Mavis. This is the last dress," Rahzel's voice called out. The woman walked out of the dressing room. Ghirahim's jaw dropped. This wedding dress, if it could be called that, had a swooping neckline. It showed more skin than Ghirahim ever saw from the woman. The woman looked like one of the woman at the few brothels that once existed. Mavis gave a whistle and Rahzel twirled around. Ghirahim snarled and was about to rip the demon apart, but Rahzel retreated back to the dressing room.
The noble waited for a long time for the woman to reemerge. "Um… Mavis," Rahzel's uncertain voice called out.
"Yes, my lady," the sorcerer answered quickly.
"This is embarrassing, but it seems that I'm stuck," Rahzel said with a nervous chuckle. "Would you come and help me?"
That was the last straw. Ghirahim burst out of his hiding spot and stomped to the dressing room. He pulled back the curtain to find Rahzel back in her tunic with her arms crossed. She had a knowing smile. Both looked at each other for a couple of awkward moments. "How long did you know I was following you?" Ghirahim asked. Breaking the silence.
"Since we left the manor," Rahzel said, "I was wondering when you were going to show yourself." She hung up the last dress with a laugh. "You should have seen your face." The woman continued to laugh.
Ghirahim crossed his arms, but quickly caught Rahzel's chuckles. Both continued to laugh before Ghirahim had to ask, "You didn't pick any of the dresses, did you?"
"Mavis and I are going to return again at a later date, one you won't know, and we'll finish then."
Ghirahim hooked his arms into hers. "Why don't you take one of the ladies-in-waiting?"
"Lady-in-waiting. There's only one. I could if you are jealous?" Rahzel answered.
"I'm not jealous," Ghirahim answered sharply.
"Good, because there isn't a reason to. Mavis doesn't swing that way if you get my drift," Rahzel answered leaving the noble in a state of shock and more embarrassment.
