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A smirk crossed pale lips. For years now, he'd been disguising himself as a mortal nobleman who was apprenticed to the advisor, with cornsilk-colored hair and steely grey eyes. It had been for too long since he took his beautiful exquisite form again - how he longed to flaunt how perfectly sculpted his arms were, how lovely his face was, how he was just... better than he appeared. It was for that same reason he still went by his true name - the mortals here referred to him by the title "Lord Ghirahim," just as the Demon Tribe had done millenia ago.
And so, it was within this disguise he wandered the halls, plotting. He needed to do something to please his master, but what? Perhaps he would check on the king for now, and learn of what the royal planned next.
However, he was surprised to find the monarch dead, a wine glass broken upon the floor. Poison. Ghirahim couldn't help himself, a chuckle escaped from his lips, announcing to the one living soul in the room his presence. "Oh, now here's a mess that's going to be hard to clean up, isn't it?" he asked, recognizing this woman as a Gerudo who served his master as well. He slowly strode over to her, a smile plastered on his face. "Our master's going to be so pleased by your work... Fiamatta, was it? Although, if you hadn't done it yourself, my patience would have worn out and I'd have made a pincushion out of him."
His disguise was dissolving away now, as he wore an expression of false sympathy. "I suppose there's no need to wear a mask now... as much as I enjoy being by Master's side, it's time to put other plans into action." he said, reaching out to Fiamatta. "Take my hand and I'll get us both out of here. You don't want his death pinned on you, after all."
↘ OOC [ Hopefully this isn't too much at once! I'm going to dump Circalixa in Kakariko Village.] ↘ LOCALE [ Throne room ] ↘ COMPANY [ Fiamatta]