GHOSTLY Kingdom

CHAPTER 21:Henry's Revenge P1

Okay we starting with Henry's revenge also don't worry I'll make everything work out if you have questions so yeah enjoy the new arc could be very short or mid

*Octavia, my queen, I walk on the living world as if I am still alive. Everything that has happened to me is within that diary. The pages may fade and new writings may return, and I don't know why. My powers still make no sense to me just yet, my love.*

*I walk these lands, having had enough of not moving on from the past. The past is the reason why I am still here. The past is the reason I cannot be with you, my love.*

*To the east, I will release the flames that keep it burning. I know your friend is going through so much right now, but don't worry. The system of royalty and non-royals will be no more. What would happen once the whole eastern family were to fall on their knees? Would something change? Would Octavia's dream finally come true?*

*It's time for my revenge. I'll torment all of you, beginning with you, Sammy.*

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**Sam's Perspective**

"What a wonderful morning. No school, no royal duties that need my attention. I can sit home and do whatever I please," Sam said, stretching lazily on his bed.

Anthony stood at the door, arms crossed, a scowl on his face. "Of course you would do nothing while all kingdoms are falling apart due to the west, and you're here enjoying your day."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yes, brother, what should I do? Live my life in fear like something is coming to kill me? Anthony, don't be rude now. Everything will be fine. You know, maybe you might be future king of the west if you play your cards right." He brushed his hair nonchalantly.

"Well, brothers, nice meeting you here in my old room," a voice echoed, sending chills down their spines. Henry stood near the doorway, taking a more humanoid form.

Sam's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms. "Henry... you're back?"

Henry smiled softly, his presence calm yet powerful. "Oh, I'm back. Did you miss me, dear brothers?"

Anthony's face turned pale, but he kept his tone sharp. "How... how are you here? You're supposed to be dead."

Henry stepped closer, his aura almost suffocating. "Death is such a trivial matter when you have unfinished business. Especially when that business involves my dear brothers who murdered me."

Sam sneered, trying to mask his fear. "Oh, cut the drama, Henry. What do you want?"

Henry's laughter was soft but chilling. "Want? Oh, this should be good. Go on, Sam. Enlighten me. What possible explanation could you have for betraying and killing your own blood?"

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with fear and guilt. Anthony clenched his fists, his eyes darting around as if looking for an escape.

"We had no choice, Henry," Anthony finally said, his voice harsh. "It was you or us. The throne was at stake."

Henry's eyes burned with controlled fury. "The throne? Yes I should have known you've been blinded by power and riches ."

Sam stepped forward, his tone mocking. "Oh, spare us the lecture. We did what we had to. Get over it."

Henry shook his head, his form flickering between life and death. "Get over it?. Not until I get my revenge. And believe me, brothers, I will have it."

As Henry's words hung in the air, a sense of dread settled over the room. Sam and Anthony knew that their past sins had come back to haunt them, and there was no escaping the wrath of a vengeful spirit.