A/N: Hi guys, umm not sure what to say, but here's a new chapter. Please excuse the randomness. If there is any prompt you will like to see just say so.


Ghirahim ran his fingers through his hair frustrated. "Did you have to invite the little devils?" he asked Rahzel who was searching in their closest.

"Yes, it is important for the young ones to learn about their rulers so they will be loyal to us. And don't call them little devils. You were young once too," the silver-haired woman said pulling out an emerald dress before putting it back.

Ghirahim grumbled a little and Rahzel shot him a glare. He fell back and laid on the bed. "I'm feeling a little ill," the noble stated giving a small cough. Something heavy landed roughly on his stomach.

"Ghira, please," Rahzel's voice came before she leaned over him. She put out her lip in a comical manner and tried to beg. "For me." Ghirahim looked into her red eyes and sighed. He couldn't argue with those puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine," he said. The woman smiled and kissed him quickly. She quickly retreated back to the closet. "Wear the blue dress with the diamonds on it. You look very lovely in it," Ghirahim suggested. The woman thanked him and soon after the pair left the bedroom.

"So remember. We need to respectful no matter what the children do. They are here to learn," Rahzel said looking over her shoulder to see if he understood.

Ghirahim nodded. He had to agree with her; this was the first time that the school that she organized was meeting and it would be best to start on the right foot. He smiled at the memory of the woman insisting on educating the commoners; at the time he didn't see the need but she persuaded him.

The sound of running feet soon stopped any reminiscing. Ghirahim took a small step back as the horde of small demons ran to the pair. All their eyes were fixated on them and their mouths moving at unimaginable speeds. "I apologize. Children, please. One at a time," a male moblin said. Ghirahim figured that he was the instructor of the little beasts. The noble gave a small smile trying not to frighten the children.

Rahzel turned to her right and Ghirahim looked around her to see what got her attention. A small bokoblin child held tightly onto her skirt where he had been tugging. The noble managed to stop his glare at the impudent child at the sight of Rahzel's reassuring smile. "Did you have a question, child?" she asked the bokoblin softly in her calming voice.

"Can you show us your wings?" the child asked surprising fluent in the common tongue.

"My wings?" Rahzel asked, "Can you explain? I don't know what you mean." The child didn't respond but pointed to one of the stained glass windows. Rahzel looked up and frowned. Ghirahim also inspected the window which depicted the woman when she fell to the surface. He quickly understood what the child was talking about. The scene depicted made the Hylian look like an angel with the wings of her fleeing loftwing and her splayed hair acting as angel wings and halo respectfully. Rahzel laughed lightly the frown from earlier now completely gone. "I don't have wings. I'm just a Hylian, not an angel," the woman said.

The bokoblin child look confused but didn't respond. The confused look was replaced by a smile, "Can I touch your ears?" The other children rose their hands and agreed with the statement.

The woman laughed with a nod of her head. She knelt down much to Ghirahim's displeasure: a noble must never lower themselves to a commoner's level. He sighed but the woman's compassion was one of the things he fell in love with. The moblin instructor was also at a lost at the queen's actions and was unsure whether to kneel to remain lower or not. The children still not educated in the manner of the various classes didn't see any issue and gathered around the queen. They ran their small fingers along the edge of her pointed ears.

Ghirahim watched her speak with the children. He felt a light tap on his thigh. He looked down to see a small lizstalfo with his hand on his leg. The noble didn't know how to react to the young child and it made him nervous. "Your highness," the lizard-like demon said slowly as if he had practiced the greeting. "Why don't you wear a crown?"

Ghirahim looked to Rahzel unsure. He decided not to wear the golden crown because it messed his hair and having his hair out of place was something he couldn't stand. "We don't wear crowns because even though we are your king and queen, we are not better than all those we serve," Rahzel's voice answered.

"We should be going. Thank you your highnesses," the instructor said and led the children away.

Once the class was out of the room, Rahzel wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "They were just children Ghirahim there was no need to be frightened of them."

He frowned, "I'm not scared of children." Rahzel laughed and released him. She turned and walked away while shaking her head. "I'm not scared, Rahzel," He repeated more forcefully as he stomped behind her. She turned to face him and smirked. Ghirahim snapped his fingers and his rapier appeared.

Rahzel raised one eyebrow and held out her hand. Ghirahim made her own blade appear into her hand. She chuckled slightly, "A friendly spar is going to prove that you are not afraid of the children?" Ghirahim said nothing but struck out. The woman as expected sidestepped and avoided the attack.

Ghirahim had to note with pride how much her skills had improved (thanks to his instruction) and her hands no longer shook due to a tonic that the healers created. He quickly took a step back to avoid a blow that was closer than he expected. He fell back into his throne with Rahzel's blade at his throat. Both combatants blinked twice before Ghirahim grinned and dropped his rapier. "I must admit defeat, my love," he said with a grin.

Rahzel returned the smile and a laugh. She lowered her blade and tilted her head, "I guess I passed your anticipations. 'It would be centuries before you're my equal.'"

Ghirahim grinned at his own words returning after the two and a half years since they meet. "Happy 101st birthday," he said. Rahzel smiled and dropped her blade to the side and settled into his lap.

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I've been doing research on the eyes at the murder site."

Ghirahim groaned and shook his head, "I told you to leave it alone. It is not to be trifle with."

"Well, you don't have to worry about it. I couldn't find any information on it. None of the books in the library had anything," she said with a pout, "Why won't you tell me at least what it is called?"

Ghirahim looked at her and knew she would keep this up, "Would it discourage you to know that even Demise and Hylia feared this being? They insisted that its name to never be spoken."

Rahzell thought over what was said, "But if we ignore it, it could cause more trouble."

"Right now it is powerless. There is nothing to fear."

At the moment the large wooden doors to the throne room opened as Mavis walked in. "Ghirahim, Rahzel. Another body was found. It is the same as the last." Ghirahim clenched his fists and tried to bury his fear of this unseen enemy.