Mystic in the Air - Ghirahim x female reader

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Confusion

After undressing, you flop down on your bed. You're exhausted. You weren't even there for the entire party. It ends in around half an hour. Though, you can't hear anything from your room. It's across the castle. You sit up and press your knees to your chest. 

Ghirahim had kissed you.

Not on the lips, but still. It didn't have to be that direct to get the message across. He didn't want the people who crowded over him. He wanted you. 

You want to be mad. You want to feel upset. This isn't how it works. When Oiseau made a move, you pushed him away. Hard. And this time wasn't too different, but you were able to escape this time before saying something awkward. 

Then comes the denial. Maybe he had just had one too many drinks. But then again, you couldn't smell any alcohol in his breath. It was possible it was a decision caused by panic or stress, but he seemed calm throughout the entire dance. You grab a pillow and scream into it. Your emotions are fighting against your thoughts. It's so obvious. It should have been obvious from the beginning. Why else would he want a Hylian to stay in the castle, or to even join the tribe, unless he had attachment? And yet, you're still shocked. It's all out in the open. Not just to you, but the entire tribe. 

You strip your undergarments and swaddle yourself in the bed sheets. What should you be thinking? Or feeling? The logical side says anger. The emotional side says flattery. You're not angered or flattered. You don't hate him for it, but you still couldn't imagine yourself with him. Love isn't lovely. Emotions are confusing. You don't know if you like him more than a friend. 

But you decide to give him a chance.

Ghirahim's POV: Late the Next Morning

I walk down the hall, towards the throne room. There's a meeting this morning. Both to go over the ball and political issues. I have no doubt the assassination will come up. As I approach, a Moblin guard opens one of the large double doors. This is new. I walk in, head held high. The door closes. My original council is already seated. They turn towards me. I walk across the room, up the small set of stairs, and sit on my throne. I finally feel as if it's mine. Alcestis stands to the right, behind my throne, and another Stalfos with a notepad stands to the left, much farther back. He's most likely there to record the meeting. Demise had every word written down during his own. It couldn't hurt to do the same. 

"I call this meeting to order," I say loudly.

"Your majesty, we would all like to congratulate you on your coronation and a successful crowning ball," Culann begins.

I nod. Shri picks up a stack of papers and taps them on the paper to straighten them.

"We've gone over everything from both events and have found a few things that can be improved upon, specifically for the coronation. Those will be processed and sent to you soon. Is there anything you'd like to go over?" Shri asks.

"I believe everything went smoothly, so I have no input," I reply.

She places the papers back down.

"Let's get the Moldarach out of the room. The assassination attempt," Shri continues.

Everyone stays quiet. I slump back in my throne. 

"Everyone agrees that there could have been steps taken to... prevent it. Such as guards on stage or closer around it the entire ceremony," Tanith points out.

"Or alerting me to the issue beforehand," I grumble.

"That too. But the only thing that matters is that it fell through, and you were protected. Unfortunetly, the group of assassins is... less than pleased. They're still trying. We've put more protective measures in place," Culann continues.