A/N: I'm sorry for not updating last week. I took a completely unexpected break. May is designed to MURDER introverts with recitals and concerts and tests. Also, can we talk about all the Skyward Sword references in TotK and yet no Ghirahim so far??? Nintendo wants me to go crazy!
Four days have passed since you got the news you were allowed to stay. They've all been uneventful. Ghirahim has been nowhere to be found. The ballroom has been closed off for renovations. Barely anyone has been in the training grounds. You've been spending all your time in the library, but today you've decided to go and find Uttara in the kitchen. They're cooking up a storm. You sit on the edge of the counter, watching them.
"Why're you so busy?" you ask.
They point to the stove, then a calendar on the wall. You hop down and stare at the dates. The calendar shows that, in two days, Ghirahim's coronation would be taking place. Some of the color drains from your face.
"Oh, I see." You shudder.
You never realized it was coming up so quickly. Uttara gestures towards one of the ovens and hands you a recipe, grunting something.
"You want me to help?" you ask.
They nod. You grab a pair of oven-mits and pull out a pan from the flames. Steam rises in the air.
"Are you planning on attending the ball?" you ask.
Uttara nods, stirring something into a pot.
"I don't know if I am yet," you reply.
They nod again. You move what was on the pan to a plate and grab a bowl to start making the icing.
"Everything is just so different now. I've only known Ghirahim for what, three weeks? And I've only been living here for two," you mumble.
You crack an egg into the bowl and whisk the yolk.
"I'm, of course, going to attend the coronation. Ghirahim has been very friendly towards me since I first arrived in his camp, which is honestly very surprising. Back home, my best friend, Zelda, told me he was narcissistic and selfish," you add.
They place a bottle of milk down next to you. You pour some into the bowl, then add some sugar.
"I shouldn't call that home. This is really my home now," you add.
You sigh, push the bowl aside, and lean against the counter.
"I don't know if the other demons will accept me," you admit.
Uttara stops what they're doing and turns to you. They point a finger at themselves.
"Yeah, I know you did, but you're a kind spirit. I'm not sure about the others,"
They nod understandingly.
"I'm still very hesitant about accepting Ghirahim's invitation to the ball," you sigh.
You cross your arms in front of your chest.
"Ghirahim wants me to attend, he really does, but I don't know why I should,"
Uttara takes a few steps forward and grabs your hands, holding them in her claws gently and looking into your eyes. They hiss something, but you can tell what they're trying to say by the look in their eyes.
"I know. Not accepting an invitation from the soon to be king is disrespectful, but I don't know. I mean, why invite me, out of everyone?" you ask, looking off to the side with downcast eyes.
They squeeze your hands slightly. You look back into their kind gaze.
"You're right. It would make a good impression," you reply.
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