Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Ball pt.1

You place the book down next to you on the plush seat. The sun will begin to set soon. Even in the changing room, you can hear lots of movement in the hall. It's strange, considering how the halls are normally empty. You stand and stretch. The dress is hanging on a rack behind the folding screen. Just looking at it from afar sends shivers down your spine. Back on Skyloft, you would have never thought about wearing something this nice. You walk behind the folding screen and look at yourself in the full-length mirror.

"There's a lot of work to get done," you grumble at your reflection. 

After watching your reflection for a solid minute, you turn towards the dress with a sigh. You trained to be a knight for a reason. Most of the teenage and adult women on Skyloft would kill for the opportunity presented to you, but you're unsure. 

"Maybe this was a bad idea," you sigh as you take the dress down.

But you did make a promise. And not just to anyone, but to the Demon King himself. You're nervous as to what might happen if you don't follow through. From what you now know and have heard, he doesn't seem like the forgiving type. You place the dress down on the chair. The yellow streams of light have begun to bleed into orange. You quickly begin to undress.

Getting the dress on is much more complicated than expected. Tightening the corset sewn into the dress is a nightmare. You feel as if you can't breathe. Your stomach and chest are squeezed impossibly hard. Eventually, you decide to slightly loosen the corset before tackling the zipper.

"No one will notice, right?" you mumble to yourself.

Loosening some of the ribbon allows a flood of air to fill your lungs. You gasp in relief. It still feels a bit tight, but nearly as suffocating as before. Slipping your arms out of the sleeves quickly, you tie the corset ribbon into a bow and zip the back. Your arms slide back into the sleeves as you turn towards the mirror. Just like the first time you wore it, the dress is absolutely stunning. The color, the style, the skirt... it's as if it was tailored specifically for you.  It's flattering, yet not too revealing. You feel comfortable, despite the corset. Your hair, frayed and a bit tangled, is the complete opposite. The sun continues to set. Turning away from the mirror, albeit ungraciously, you rush to the vanity and sit after fighting with the skirt. Thankfully, everything you're planning on using has already been set out. You pick up an eyeshadow pallet and brush. 

You had already decided on a specific color and style beforehand. The color is the same (color) shade as the dress. What you chose was a look that started at the tip of the lashes and continued straight outward until reaching the corner. Makeup is not your strong suit, but for being your first time, you think you did a good job. Next, you find your eyeliner pen and attempt to copy a style you saw in the book, a style called double flick. Once again, you feel as if you've outdone yourself. The figure staring back in the mirror doesn't look like the rough, quick-witted knight from before. Finally, you unscrew a (shade of pink or red) lipstick. It looks as if it's never been touched. Slowly and carefully, you glide it across your lips, giving them a fuller look. Your lips press together as you re-screw the stick. You stand. It's almost ready. The sun has almost set. You have about twenty minutes. 

As you glide back across the room to pick up your shoes, you notice a cupboard that you didn't see before. You open it. Inside is a collection of ties and gloves hanging on a small rack above an ornamented box. You lean inside slightly to sort through the gloves. Near the back is a pair that utterly match your dress, same fabric and all. You slip into them. They reach just below your elbow. The insides feel silky smooth while the outside give off a velvety sheen. You turn back to the box and gingerly open it. It contains a small row of rings, a pile of bracelets, a rack of earrings, and a hanger of necklaces. Even from within the cupboard, they glimmer gorgeously, as if calling for you. You hold up a pearl necklace that sparkles brilliantly and close the box.

"No one will miss this," you mumble excitedly as you hook the pearls around your neck.

Your luck with finding these items is a good sign. You pick up the heels, sit down on the bench, and slip into them. They fit perfectly. You look down at your feet, wiggling your toes with glee. As you stand, you realize that heels might not have been the best choice. You wobble as you walk across the room and back. The sun has almost set now. You look out the window, then shuffle over to the full-length mirror. A beautiful, graceful, proper-mannered Hylian stares back. With a swift motion, you run your fingers through your (length) hair, straightening it out. Everything put together is breathtaking on a girl like you. You've never felt so beautiful or sexy in your life, and you realize you like the feeling. Something still feels like it's missing. You walk back over to the vanity. 

There it sits. The earring you were given by Zelda for your graduation. You pick it up with two careful fingers by the hook and place it in your ear. It hangs down. Somehow, it fits perfectly. The last bit of light leaves the room. You, once again, glance out the window. The ball will have started by now. Picking up the skirt, you rush out of the room, hoping not to be too late.

Ghirahim's POV: Several minutes later

My ball started 20 minutes ago, and (y/n) is still no-where to be seen. Multiple politicians and important figures have come to congratulate me on my new status. One of them, a female Moblin, is talking to me now. I keep glancing towards the entryway as I try to keep a hold on the conversation. My thoughts are anywhere but this Moblin and her praise. I excuse myself. Hand in a pocket of my velvet, red tuxedo, I go to find Alcestis. He's not hard to find. He always seems to find someone important, this time being the head of the archery squad, to converse with while taking few too many sips of wine. The captain sees me approaching and quickly makes himself scarce. Alcestis turns to me.

"Your majesty," he nods, careful not to spill his drink.

"This is boring," I grumble.

He takes a long sip.

"Come on, loosen up a little. Talk to some people. Eat something the cook set out. Try to make new friends. Get so drunk you invite someone home," he teases.

"This isn't a wedding party. This is a formal ball," I point out.

"Whatever, do it your way. At least try to socialize a little more than just standing in a corner, like you did at Demise's parties. And remember what I said earlier," he replies.

I glance back towards the doorway. The flow of guests has diminished to only a couple or two every few minutes. I hope she's alright. The band ends a piece, causing a loud applause, and start a faster paced piece. I slouch, now putting both hands in my pockets.

"I'm sure there are people here absolutely dying to get a chance to flirt with the all mighty and handsome Demon King," he chuckles.

"Oh, please. I'm not looking to play into some teenage girl's fantasies," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Still,"

"Go back to your wine,"

"Will do,"

He raises his glass towards me and walks away. I start watching the entryway. Maybe something happened. Maybe she wasn't allowed in. I shake my head; I made sure she was at the top of the VIP list. Something else must be holding her up, but what?

I'm dragged towards the dance floor by an overly eager Bokoblin. She almost knocks the crown off my head. After a couple minutes, I manage to vanish into the crowd. Another politician stops me. At least I know him. He continues a rant about what he hopes the change on the throne can bring to the tribe. I nod at whatever suggestions he makes. Until I spot her. 

I almost don't recognize her. She's wearing a long, (color) dress with a massive skirt. Her gloved arms are crossed at her stomach, not angry or elegant. And are those pearls? 

"King Ghirahim?" the politician asks.

"Sorry, I must excuse myself," I mumble, quickly walking towards her.

She's looking around as if slightly overwhelmed. I push between the crowd. Once I reach the front, we make eye contact. I stop walking. She's even more beautiful up close. I smile. Her gaze softens.