My advisors believe that I'm going insane. They don't understand. They can't see him. I heard them talking when they thought I couldn't hear, "His majesty is going insane, always mumbling and pacing." I AM NOT INSANE!
No matter what they say, I know that Herland is real. He has not appeared since that night however his form still haunts me. He looked exactly the same as he did when he died by my sword, the same brown hair matted with blood, the same torn and blood dried armour with the signal of my legion and the same icy blue eye that feels like being pierced by hundreds of daggers when he glared at me. It's bone-chilling but it lets me know that he is real, no imaginary creature could cause such a fear in someone as old and wise as me, someone who has seen and caused death a hundred times over. He IS real.
Snow falls harshly, distracting me from my meeting as ice slowly unfurls down the stones of my crumbling castle, bringing a cold that feels like daggers to a heart. It is unusual for such heavy snow and such a biting cold to come about at this time of year and only one thought fills my mind "It's him, Ser Christopher Herland, he has finally decided to enact his revenge in a room full of my advisors, who are all either planning to overthrow or kill me." I shouted for my guards, the only people in my castle I knew were still trustworthy, telling them to block all exits and allow no one leave. Even though I know it is futile as Herland will just float straight past them and they won't even notice. I know deep down that I will soon meet my demise and I am ready, I will greet death like a long lost childhood friend.
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The demise of a king
Short StoryAn old king killed one of his knights during a war, now the ghost is back to haunt him... Or is it?
