A/N: Hello everyone. Wow its been awhile. I could give you excuses, but I'm sure you don't want to hear them. Anyways, I wanted to tell all my readers that if you will like to use Rahzel or any other of my OC's feel free to do so. I may not update as quickly as I would like so I'll give you all a heads up.


Rahzel wasn't normally a nervous person. She could control her emotions and put on a brave face. However, she was now pacing keeping one hand on her stomach trying to keep from seeing her previous meal. "Are you dressed yet, my lady," the voice of Anielia called out.

"Yes, you may come in," Rahzel replied. A young Twili girl walked in. Rahzel had called the Twili as her lady-in-waiting partially because she reminded her of Midna. She still felt guilty and blamed herself for Midna's death. The young Twili walked to her careful not to meet the albino's gaze. Anielia checked all the pearl buttons that started from between her shoulder blades to the small of her back. "Anielia, may I confide in you?"

"Of course, my lady," the young Twili answered straightening the shear material that formed the illusion neckline of Rahzel's dress.

"I'm absolutely terrified. Do you think I can escape before anyone notices?"Rahzel asked already ready to bolt.

The young Twili giggled, "You're just nervous, my lady. If I may be bold, I don't know why you would be."

Rahzel sighed as the young girl tied a loose bow with the pale lilac sash around her waist. "I'm getting married, Anielia. This is the biggest decision in my life. What if this is a big mistake; what if.."

"My lady, trust me. My father used to tell me that the future will always make you nervous and fearful. Even a small decision can be frightening. You're nervous now, but you'll see him and then all your fears will be buried with joy."

Rahzel nodded and sat so the young Twili could braid her hair. "You Twili are very wise for your age," Rahzel noted now still feeling nervous, but not sickly nervous. The Twili pulled Rahzel's hair in a complicated fashion. The albino started putting on some of the makeup that some of her subjects had brought.

"You look beautiful," Anielia said stepping away from her work. Rahzel thanked her looking into her reflection. The albino put on her veil covering her face, her heart threatening to beat itself apart.

"Rahzel are you ready to go?" Mavis called from the hall. She didn't answer but walked out. The sorcerer took a bow before linking his arm with hers. He guided her to the grand hall of the new manor on the Surface. The albino tried not to cut the circulation to Mavis's arm with her death grip. "I'm going to need that arm, Rahzel," Mavis said handing her the bride bouquet she picked out.

The albino woman choked the poor flower stems and Mavis continued to guide Rahzel. Two guards opened the large engraved double doors. Rahzel looked at all the decorations that the servants had set up. White rose petals marked the path to the two thrones. Light filtered through the large stain glass windows that lined the hall; from memory, Rahzel knew that the windows held the story of their liberation. However the decorations and the venue didn't catch her attention.

She only had eyes for Ghirahim. When he caught sight of her, he smile so widely and he looked almost in tears. This made Rahzel also tear up; Anielia was right, joy did bury all her fears. The Hylian resisted the urge to pull Mavis to Ghirahim and forget the tempo of the music.

As they neared Mavis released his hold on her taking the bouquet away and Rahzel climbed the steps to the two thrones. Ghirahim held out his two hands and Rahzel took them. The pair looked to the priest; a stout demon. Although she was watching the priest speak, the words didn't reach her. Rahzel didn't need to hear the words; for both Ghirahim and she had decided to meld the two traditions. The priest nodded to Ghirahim indicating the noble to say his vows.

The noble cleared his throat nervously. "I, Ghirahim, take you, Rahzel, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, till death do we part." The noble smiled again after he finished his vows.

Rahzel took a deep breath before she began, "I, Rahzel, take you, Ghirahim for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, till death do we part."

"May I have each of your right hands?" the priest asked the pair. Both held out their hands out palm up. The priest produced a golden knife. In a smooth motion, he had slit a small opening in both Ghirahim's and her hands. The knife was placed to the side and the priest picked up a paintbrush with two brush ends. He dipped one brush tip into the wound in Rahzel's palm and the other into Ghirahim's wound.

Ghirahim took her right hand with his right. Rahzel remembered what Ghirahim had said about this particular ritual. It was meant to create "new blood" or family as Ghirahim explained it. The priest was then writing ancient runes from their wrists to forearm that functioned much like the Hylian marriage vows. Rahzel watched the red lettering as the priest copied the writing on Ghirahim's arm as well.

"In accordance to our ancient tradition, I have bound you as husband and wife. May you have many years of happiness and peace," the priest said as he placed his hand on their clasped hands. He mumbled something under his breath in a language that Rahzel couldn't understand. She watched as the runes on her arm glowed and then fade from existence.

The priest turned to the small audience that witness the union. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Ghirahim released her hand to pull up the veil that Rahzel wore. Rahzel wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Ghirahim's lips met hers and a couple of cheers from the crowd sounded.

The two separated and walked to the twin thrones. Turning to the audience, both sat on their thrones. "May I present King Ghirahim and Queen Rahzel," the priest announced as he placed a crown on both Ghirahim's and Rahzel's head.

"Long live the King. Long Live the Queen," Mavis shouted. The cheer caught on and the call echoed down the hall.