A/N: First thing I'll like to say is I'm sorry SaraTheAngelic that this took so long. Yes, this is the suggestion that you gave me.


Ghirahim woke groggily. He slowly opened his eyes. He was surprised that Rahzel hadn't woke him. She was an early riser and would normally would be dressed and ready for the day by the time he woke up. The noble rolled over to face his wife. "Rahzel," he called softly as he saw that she was facing the other edge of the bed. She was taking deep breaths which told Ghirahim that she was still fast asleep. Trying not to wake her, the noble pushed himself up off the bed.

He dressed into his normal outfit. He fixed his hair and prepared for the day ahead. Finished, he went back to the bed. Rahzel was out like a light. A knock came from the door. "Ghirahim, Rahzel, are you decent?"

Ghirahim didn't answer but went to the door and let the sorcerer in. "Be quiet; Rahzel is still asleep."

The sorcerer nodded his understanding. "The chief engineer wanted to speak to you about the walls around the castle. Should I tell them you will be late?"

Ghirahim shook his head, "I'll wake her." The noble walked to Rahzel's side. He gently nudged her shoulder. "Rahzel," he called softly, shaking her shoulder gently.

The woman grumbled and slowly opened her eyes. She gave Ghirahim a sleepy smile. "Hey, you are awake early," she said.

Ghirahim shook his head, "You're the one who slept in, Sleeping Beauty."

The woman's eyes widen comically. "We're going to be late." Ghirahim held out a red robe. Rahzel snatched the robe and swiftly put it on as she got out of bed. She tied up the straps and begun looking for her clothing. Mavis at this point exited the room.

Once Rahzel was ready, the pair left their room. Ghirahim looked to Rahzel who seemed a little wobbly on her feet. She constantly rubbed her temples. "Are you feeling well?" Ghirahim asked.

"Just tired, but we need to hurry," Rahzel said putting her hands to her side.

….

Ghirahim listened to the chief engineer brag about how strong the walls were. Both Rahzel and Ghirahim had long ago tuned out the drone of his voice. The woman placed a hand on her forehead. "It's just a headache," she answered Ghirahim's unspoken question.

"Thank you for your dedication. Everything seems to be in order," Ghirahim said in parting with the engineer. He hooked his arms with Rahzel and the two left to return to the keep.

"Ghirahim, I think I'm going back to bed," Rahzel said with a sigh, "I'm not feeling well."

Ghirahim frowned in concern, but nodded. He released his hold on her. "Get as much rest as you need," he said as the woman walked away. He watched her weave down the hall. She stumbled and fell on her knees. Ghirahim ran to her panicked. She looked up at him and gave him a half smile.

"I guess I'm more tired than I thought," Rahzel said with a chuckle. Ghirahim reached down and picked her up. Ghirahim pulled her into his arms, holding her bridal fashion. Rahzel didn't say a word but leaned her head against his shoulder. Ghirahim was shocked at how she hot she was. Her flesh was nearly burning him.

"Rahzel?" he asked softly. The woman didn't respond and Ghirahim took her gingerly to the bedroom. She still hadn't said a word. Ghirahim was really beginning to worry. He lowered her softly onto the bed.

She opened her eyes a sliver. She placed a hand in front of her mouth as her body was racked with deep coughs. She lay gasping as she pulled away her hand. Red blood shone against her porcelain skin. She gave another smile. "I'm getting a healer," Ghirahim said firmly.

Rahzel nodded, "It would be for the best." Ghirahim turned and looked for a healer. He found one in the infirmity. After a quick explanation, the healer and Ghirahim were running down the hallways back to Rahzel. They barged in to find Mavis holding back Rahzel's silver hair as she was bent over a pot. They could hear her dry heaving. The noise died and Rahzel lifted up her head.

She cleared her throat and wiped the corners of her mouth. Ghirahim and the healer ran to her side. The healer took the pot from her grasp and looked in it. He gave a small gasp. "Your majesty," he said holding out the pot. Ghirahim looked at the contents. A small puddle of blood filled the bottom.

"What can cause this?" Ghirahim asked.

The healer gave him a look. He motioned for the noble to follow him out. Ghirahim did as the healer indicated. "What disease would cause that level of damage?" Ghirahim asked.

"I don't know. I never seen a disease like this."

"Can't you do anything about it?" Ghirahim asked.

"I can run some tests to try and determine the cause of infection, but they would take a couple of days."

Ghirahim nodded, "Do it."

…..

Ghirahim sighed as he sat by Rahzel's side. He held her limp hand and gently pressed it to his lips. She opened her eyes slowly. "Good morning, Rahzel," he greeted. The Hylian smiled softly. "You look very lovely today," Ghirahim continued ignoring how much weight the woman had lost and how the little color she had was now drained from her face.

Rahzel's smile turned to a frown and she started to sniffle. "I'm sorry. When I was talking about cherishing the time we had, I didn't think it would be so short," she said with a soft voice.

"Rahzel, there is no need to apologize," Ghirahim said running his thumb across her knuckles. "You are going to be just fine."

Tears build up in her eyes, "I'm dying, Ghirahim. You can't deny it."

"Rahzel, trust me. You're going to get well. I'm going to speak with the healer," Ghirahim said. "Try to eat something." Rahzel nodded as Ghirahim exited the room.

The noble found the healer quickly. "My lord," the demon greeted when Ghirahim entered the room.

"What have you discovered?" Ghirahim asked.

The demon lowered his head, "Nothing. I can't figure this disease out. But perhaps a Hylian healer can."

Ghirahim frowned, "The treaty we signed with the Hylians doesn't allow for us to trespass on their lands." The healer just looked down at his feet and said that the Hylians were the only choice they had. The noble took a deep breath as he decided. He knew that he couldn't lose Rahzel, so he turned to travel to Hyrule.

He knew that once he entered Hyrule his fate would be in Link's hands. His servants asked him to allow them to go, but the noble wouldn't hear it. After several teleportation jumps, the noble reached the stone walls of Link's keep.

Immediately many angry shouts came from the Sheikah guards. They pointed their spears at him. "I don't mean any harm. I just need to speak with your king," the noble said trying to keep his body language peaceful.

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ-

Link watched as the doors opened to the great hall. A large circle of guards were leading in a person that the hero couldn't see. They separated slightly, so they revealed their prisoner. Ghirahim lowered his head in greeting. Link noticed how disordered the demon king looked. His hair hadn't been washed for at least a couple days, the makeup on his face was gone, and the dark circles under his eyes said he hadn't been sleeping well. "What are you doing here?" Link asked not too kindly.

"I've come to ask for help," Ghirahim said stepping forward slightly. The guards immediately pushed him back.

"What help do you need from me?" Link asked crossing his arms.

"Rahzel. She is ill and my healers believe that it is a Hylian disease. I need you to save her," Ghirahim said voice bordering pleading.

Link frowned, "How can I trust you? This could be a trap."

Ghirahim seemed to swallow deeply and fell to his knees. "I'm begging you, Link. I need your help." He lowered his head. "I'll do anything…. Just save her," his voice barely reached Link's throne.

Link looked at the pleading noble. He felt compassion toward the fellow king. The demon was always so proud and now he came and was pleading on his knees for Rahzel. "I'll come. The cost is just a favor," Link said getting to his feet. "Get every healer in Castle Town," Link commanded to the guards. They nodded and took off.

…..

Link led his small team of medic through the demon's castle. It was amazing how dead it seemed. Everyone they passed kept their head down. There was no one speaking or laughing or smiling. Link tried to prepare himself for the worse. "She's in our bedroom," Ghirahim said as he opened the door.

Link stepped into the lavish room. He took a shock step back. Rahzel could barely be seen under the sheets she was under. Her complexion would be better suited for a corpse and the room stuck of illness. "Consumption," one of the healers, Nigale or something like that, said in awe. "But how? All Skyloft's citizens are vaccinated at the age of eighteen."

"Rahzel fell before she turned eighteen," Link said softly. "Is there a way to cure it?"

Nigale looked to her feet, "Yes, but there is a good chance that it won't work." She looked to the two kings and without an answer continued, "We'll start right away."

LOZ-LOZ-LOZ-

The Hylians had left hours ago, leaving Ghirahim alone in the hall. They said that Rahzel would wake soon. The noble was not sure he believed them. "Ghirahim?" came a soft voice.

Ghirahim looked up to see Rahzel leaning against the doorframe. He got to his feet and wrapped her with his arms. "I thought I lost you," he whispered into her hair.

"I'm sor-" she began, but Ghirahim pressed his face into hers stopping the apology. He pulled back to look into her red eyes. She gave him a small smile and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I love you," she said.

Ghirahim smiled, "I love you as well."