A/N: Hello everyone. I will like to take this time to say this is the last call for any suggestions as in the second half of this chapter is the beginning of a plot (shocking I know), but the plot will be slowly simmering. Anyways, I'll like to thank Soralividus for putting this fic on both their favorites and alerts and Catwhiskers24 for adding this to your alerts. Now to the reviews.
-SaraTheAngelic- Yay for fangirling. I'm glad I have such a dedicated reader. And as far as Ghirahim being desperate, that was my goal to have the feeling of hopelessness. And I enjoyed writing your suggestion. It was awesome.
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Rahzel smiled as the great wooden doors closed. She had open the court as she did daily for the populace to come and share their grievances with Ghirahim or herself. Not that the Hylian found the people's problems bothersome, Rahzel's mind was elsewhere today. On this particular day, Rahzel was slightly depressed. She heard of the trouble Ghirahim went through to find a cure and she felt unworthy of his commitment. What had she ever to for him? How could she show him how much he meant to her? She caused him more trouble than she helped.
Rahzel sighed and lowered her head. "My lady? Are you going to try some of the criminals we have in the prison?" the voice of her lady-in-waiting asked.
Rahzel shook her head, "I'll get to it tomorrow." She pushed herself off her throne. She smoothed out her dress. She normally dressed in her tunic, but decided that since she had opened the court, she should present herself as the queen she was.
"His majesty is returning today from his hunting trip," the young Twili said.
Rahzel nodded her head trying to think of something to do for her husband's return. "You should cook him a meal," Mavis's voice came helpfully, "You know what they say: the way to a man's heart is his stomach."
Rahzel immediately balked at the idea of cooking. "That's a great idea," the Twili said excitedly, "and dessert as well."
"Wait," Rahzel said trying to get the two demon's attention.
Mavis and Anielia looked at the albino. "What's wrong, Rahzel?" Mavis asked, "You can't cook?"
Something about his tone made Rahzel determined to show him wrong, "No, of course I can cook. I'm heading to the kitchen." The Hylian stomped off to the kitchens.
The bokoblins in the room looked at her in confusion. "Your services are not required. I will be making Ghirahim's and my meal." They looked to each other unsure of what to do, but slowly filed out. The last turned and decided to stay.
"I..will. stay.. and help," it said slowly as if searching for each word.
Rahzel tipped her head thankful.
The bokoblin was very polite and stayed in the background and only offered advice when Rahzel had asked it. Before long Rahzel had a plate of trout with sautéed vegetables. The Bokoblin stepped forward and tasted a piece of the extra trout. He twisted his face before giving a smile, "It…good." The last word left hanging. Rahzel lowered her head in shame.
"It's horrible, isn't it?" she asked knowing the answer, "You can't be brutally honest. I can take it."
The bokoblin seemed conflicted, but answered, "you…no…give..to." The bokoblin paused trying to find the right word as he tried to avoid saying Ghirahim's name (it would be rude to do so). Rahzel sighed. "no..worry…miss," the bokoblin said as he slid a plate over with the exact same meal as well as a delicious slice of pie.
Rahzel smiled and hugged the cook. "Thank you, but I can't take credit for your work. " She released him "We'll eat it but I will be sure to tell him you made it."
The bokoblin smiled at her. There was a loud clash and in came Mavis. The sorcerer gave a crooked grin, "They're back."
Once the two words left the demon's mouth, Rahzel was running to the doors. She reached the ornate doors as they opened. The lesser nobles walked in each trying to avoid her gaze. Rahzel wondered where Ghirahim was. She was searching through the group when she caught sight of his white-hair. "Ghirahim," she greeted as she pushed her way through the crowd.
His white lips gave an awkward smile. "Rahzel," he said back as he turned to his side. This is when she noticed that he was holding his upper arm.
Rahzel reached out and grabbed the appendage. She saw the blood running through his fingers. Her heart sank. "What happened?" she asked softly already panicking.
"It was an accident," Ghirahim answered, "I didn't want to worry you. The healers can fix it right up." He started to walk away and Rahzel followed right at his heels. Rahzel opened the door to the infirmary and Ghirahim walked through.
Both looked in the empty room. Ghirahim frowned, "I'll just wait till they return."
"You can't wait that long," Rahzel said looking at the wound, "I'll patch it up." Ghirahim made a sound that sounded a lot like a stifled chuckle. Other than that he didn't say anything. Rahzel took his lack of protest as a go-ahead. She searched for suture and other medical supplies. They piled in her arms threatening to fall onto the floor. She laid them out next to Ghirahim who was now sitting on a patient bed. With careful precision, Rahzel cleaned the wound.
Ghirahim frowned at the stinging antiseptic, "the wound isn't that severe."
Rahzel didn't look up from her work, "I know. It's the least I can do." Ghirahim didn't comment as he watched the woman beginning to stitch up the wound. "I…When I was in the Hylian prison, I thought you died. I didn't know what to do or what to think. It was like my world crumbled before my eyes."
Rahzel felt Ghirahim lean forward and kiss the top of her head. The Hylian leaned back once her work was done. "Ghirahim, Rahzel," Mavis called as he kicked the door open, "Here are you are." The sorcerer gave his crooked smile. "Here you go," Mavis said as he pushed two plates to the nobles.
Rahzel looked to the door that now had another occupant. The bokoblin that helped her in the kitchen was standing wide-eyed holding two plates. The Hylian immediately realized that the plates that Mavis gave them were the ones she cooked. She looked unsure whether or not to tell Ghirahim not to eat the meal. The noble thanked the demon for the food and took a bite of the trout. His face twisted in disgust.
"Who is trying to poison me?" Ghirahim asked as he gagged and spat out the offending food. Mavis started laughing and holding his stomach. Rahzel looked down blushing. The bokoblin retreated out of the doorway. "What's so funny?" Ghirahim asked. Mavis laughed harder and Rahzel cleared her throat.
"I was the one who cooked it. I wanted to something nice for you," Rahzel said trying to avoid his gaze.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and Ghirahim started to laugh. Rahzel pouted frustrated, but eventually broke into a small smile. Now all three were laughing in full force.
There was a knocking at the door and it opened slowly. A nervous looking moblin walked in. "My lord and Lady, there is something you need to see."
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Rahzel pulled the reigns of her horse, trying to calm it. She swallowed thickly to stop from gagging. "What could cause this?" Ghirahim asked beside her also looking at the crime scene. Rahzel didn't answer, but looked to see what evidence there was. There were bloody footprints everywhere as well as scorched patches of grass. There was a small struggle before the murderer killed his victim and mutilated the body.
"Whatever it is, it a being of intelligence," Rahzel answered at last.
"How can you assume that? It could be an animal," Ghirahim asked.
"Look at the way the body was placed," Rahzel said pointing to the droplets of the red liquid that was everywhere. "There is a pattern. Do you have a pen and paper?"
Ghirahim snapped and the needed items appeared in front of Rahzel. The woman took the floating items and drew a small picture. It was a pair of eyes; the Hylian looked at the picture confused. "What is this?" Rahzel asked.
Rahzel handed the picture to Ghirahim. The noble looked at the drawing. His eyes widened and the paper burst into flames. "Let's not speak of this again." He spurred his horse away from the scene.
Rahzel hurried after him. "What was that, Ghirahim?" she asked.
Ghirahim shook his head, "There is some things that should not be spoken about." Rahzel was about to ask another question. "I could feel your question and trust me, this evil should not be spoken."
Rahzel didn't respond but shuttered at the sudden chill.
A/N: Dun, Dun, Dunnn. As I said, I'm cooking up a plot, but I will be accepting any prompts until my next update which will probably be at the end of this month.
