Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Twenty: Power Is Knowledge

The days seem to go by in a blur, but after a week in the castle, you have begun a pretty solid schedule. In the mornings, you go to the kitchen and prepare something small for yourself. Then, you go up to the library, and read until lunch time. You go out into the town for lunch, window shopping in the various different shops as well, before returning to the castle and practicing your sword techniques in the training grounds. Dinner is always served a few hours later, at the same time every day. You get along with the chef, an older Lizalfos, just fine, helping them cook most evenings. They're the only one who seems to accept you without being forced to. You've found out their name is Uttara and they've been working in the castle for 206 years. They've been helping you learn the language that the demons speak in their off time, after prepping dinner. You haven't seen Ghirahim at all these past few days. But, then again, he hasn't been home for a long time, and he probably has much to take care of as the new Demon King. You still want to see him again, though. 

Sword on your back, you walk through the training grounds, watching many new recruits practice. Each day there seems to be more and more people in the training ground. Today, the swordplay center is currently full. You sit down in the grass across the way and open the book you brought with you. Currently, you've been reading on the history of the Surface. Much of what you've learned isn't taught on Skyloft. You place your sword down next to you and sit with your legs crossed in a sunny spot. The book you're reading is so old, you have to be very careful to not damage it while reading. A silhouette of a tall figure appears above you. You look up.

"I figured I could find you here after not finding you in the library," Ghirahim says.

"King Ghirahim, what a lovely suprise," you reply, standing up and swinging your sword sheath over your shoulder.

"King Ghirahim doesn't have as nice of a ring to it. If you want to use a title, stick with Lord," he says.

"Yes sir, your majesty," 

He shakes his head, exasperated.

"Do you need something?" you ask.

"Not quite. But still, walk with me," he says.

You nod and walk with him into his private training room. He shuts the door and faces you with a single hand still on it. You turn to him.

"Hopefully you've adjusted to the castle and feel at home," he says, walking forward.

You nod.

"Is there anything I or anyone else can do to make you feel more at ease?"

"No, sir"

"Good. I do apologize for not talking to you this week. I wanted to make sure you had space to get comfortable, and I also had many matters to take care of,"

You watch as he walks over to his swords. He adjusts each one slightly.

"Can I ask why we're here?"

"I'd like you to be the first one to know of something I'm planning,"

He walks over to his throwing knives next.

"What is it?" you ask, following him with your eyes.

He picks one up.

"My crowning ceremony is coming up, in exactly a week. I was thinking about throwing a ball afterwards," 

You tilt your head with confusion.

"What does this have to do with me?" you ask.

"Nothing, nothing at all. I would just like you to be the first one to know, that's all,"

"Alright then,"

You turn around to leave.

"But I was wondering if you'd be willing to attend,"

You turn back to him. He's watching you with steady eyes.

"I don't have anything suitable to wear to a dance," you reply.

"I'm sure you saw the closet in your room. Take your pick of what's in there. And if you don't like anything in there, then I'm sure something can be arranged with the royal tailor," 

You stare at him for a moment.

"Unless you don't want to come, of course," he quickly adds.

"I'll... have to think about it. And it, of course, depends on if I'm allowed to stay,"

"Ah, yes. That brings me to my next thing. My meeting with the council is tomorrow," 

Your eyes go wide. He turns back to his knives, fiddling with one between his fingers. 

"D-do you think they'll let me stay?"

"I don't know yet. It'll be a debate, so I'll be putting my side into it. I'll tell you the verdict after the meeting. Does the library in the evening work?"

You nod.

"Alright. I'll let you continue on with your day. Thank you," 

You go back to your room from Ghirahim's training room. So many emotions are running through your head, from both the invitation and the news about the council decision. What happens if you're forced out? What will happen to you for the rest of your life if you're not? Will you live in the castle forever? You flop down on your soft bed and open your book to take your mind off your heavy emotions.

In just an hour, you finish reading the book. You lean against the backboard of your bed, processing the information from the book. After a couple minutes, you get up and head to the library. As always, the fire is roaring and the two Lizalfos are standing near the door. You use a ladder to climb up a shelf and put away the book you were reading, then climb back down. There's only one section of the library you looked at, so you climb the stairs and read a few spines on the remaining shelves. The titles catch your attention. A Guide to the Dark Arts, Magic for Beginners, Mystics and Their Sources. 

"Interesting," you mumble, pulling one off the shelf.

You flip through the pages. It has detailed instructions of how to perform certain skills. You look around the room to make sure no one's watching, then slip it up your shirt and walk out, quickly walking back to your room. 

"Alright, then. Let's see if this can teach me anything," you mumble, flipping to the first page.

Three hours pass. You've spent the entirety of them studying the book and trying to learn absolutely everything you can that might become useful. The sun sets. You light the lamp on the nightstand and continue. It takes you forever to realize you skipped dinner, but you dismiss it. You prop the book up on the bed and squint to read the words. 

"Alright, let's see if this works,"

You pull a shirt out of the dresser and hang it on the canopy. Hand extended towards the garment, you shut your eyes and flow all the energy in your body towards your hand. After it's all built up, you pulse, sending a beam of bright light out of the palm of your hand. You open your eyes. The shirt is smoldering. You quickly throw it to the floor and use your heel to stomp out the ashes. Your heart is racing.

"I did it. I actually did it," you say excitedly, under your breath. 

You fold what remains of the shirt and stuff it under the bed. 

"I wonder what else I can learn," you mumble.

Someone knocks on your door. You quickly throw the book under a pillow and open it.

"Hey Uttara," you say.

They hiss something.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. I completely forgot. I'll be down there in a minute," you reply, shutting the door.

You grab the book and place it on the desk.

"Don't worry, I'll be back,"