His Final Request

Chapter 2 - A Body

William rushed into the memorial room, followed by Lilith, Ronald, Mary and Marcial. Francis stood back, fearful of the sight in front of him. "Sister..." William mumbled, then ran towards her. "Sister Julianne! Sister Julianne!"

"William, stay back. We cannot verify if Julianne is neither dead or alive in this state if your in our way." Lilith took William by the shoulders and walked him away from the throne.
"Yes, your sister is right." Mary said as she took the two youngest, William and Francis, out to the garden. "They won't fully understand, they're just children." She said before leaving. Ronald took a look around his dead sister's body. He felt some strange aura coming from her body, but he couldn't quite tell what it was. It was strange, yes, but he couldn't do anything about it until everyone was at least out of the memorial room.

Who... Was... It...?

Ronald quickly turned to face who was left in the room. "What did you say?"
"Pardon, sir?" Marcial looked at him strange.
"Ah, nevermind. I must've heard something." He replied with a sigh. "Mary, make sure Francis is okay seeming as he was the one to discover the body. And Marcial, clean up this mess," He gestured to the broken teacup and the tea stain in the carpet. "it's distracting to know that there will be a stain in my new carpet. After all this time of choosing..." His voice trailed off in annoyance.

Do you really care about the carpet? Or is it me that is draining your high-level sanity?

{What? N-No, you're not. Whoever you are, whatever you are, you cannot fool me like this! Do you hear me! You cannot fool me like thi-}

But why not? Am I not strong enough yet? Have you no brain? Have you no intelligence? How you no sanity?

Ronald was always the strange one. He believed in spirits and ghostly figures, things that don't belong in this world. Things that aren't seen by the human eye, by any eye infact. It was all make belief, well that's what everyone told him. They told him that he was different, too different, and strange. Before Ronald was King, no one, not even his siblings, liked him for who he was. It was his father who liked him most. His younger brother Francis liked him as well, but not as much.

I get it. You miss them, don't you? And it's okay. You're new father took you in whilst you were a troublesome state with the other orphans. It was nice of him to take you in, that was, until he deceived you. He took you and broke you little by little into nothing but a worthless 'Next-Up King'. Well, it hasn't done much good for you now, has it? The favourite of all the children was you, but you weren't treated like it. Julianne was taken instead of you. That beautiful, caring, loving and oh-so-kind sister of yours was taken. Her life was ridden of because of you. Well. How sad to think that you're just next up in line.
Next up to die.

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Thank you to everyone who is still reading this story! Sorry for it being so short and for not uploading this bit for a while, I hope you like what I have managed to make.

-Sippsy