The demise of a king

Part 1

A/n: thank you to EVONOPOLIS777 and ScarletBlack1301 for encouraging me to post this on here
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Blood splatters the ground, but I’m too high on adrenaline to care, bodies fall under the slice of my blood smeared sword but I don't care. A knight of Nordrath got close to me and sliced, it was deep enough to scar. The person who did this would pay.  As the rage of my ancestors filled me I ran forward, trusting that my men would clear a path for their king; I attacked, blood coating my face as I stabbed the man through the gut; instantly turned him around, making sure he did not die as I gouged out his right eye. His screams filled the air, they were blood-curling and deafening as I watched the light dissipate from his eyes. It made me feel a strange sense of satisfaction, to watch someone die at my blade.
It wasn't until later, when the graves were being dug, that it was found out that the man was one of my own knights. One of the men I trusted to protect me and I had killed him. His name was Ser Christopher Herland, and I had killed him.

Thunder crashed against the ground, awaking me from my slumber,drenched in a cold sweat, I glanced around my room, noticing my candles had gone out and as I fumbled to relight them I saw something that chilled me to my core. Standing at the end of my bed was a ghost and as I peered closer I descried that the ghost had a sword stabbed through his abdomen and his eye was gouged out, hanging on by only a singular tendon. This ghost, I surmised, was Ser Christopher Herland and he was back to get his revenge.  Floating eerily by my bedside his glowing form glared down at me, saying nothing, just staring and then he was gone, like it was all just a hallucination.