It was a ghost.
He was sure of it.
With everywhere eerily quiet and a random wind blowing his short hair to his face, there was no mistaking that a ghost was approaching.
There had been many rumours about the ghosts lurking only in the Gerald Imperial Palace, however within the two weeks that he had been here in the palace, he had heard some maids whispering about the ghosts escaping the boundary of the Gerald Imperial Palace to the other kingdoms seeking revenge.
With this knowledge, his fear-scripted eyes slowly narrowed. His heart which was once beating hard against his rib cage due to the realisation was now one filled with excitement, longing and a mix of callousness.
Taking a step backwards, with his bow and an arrow tucked into it, he said, "Show your face, ghost. Do not think I am scared, ghost. I am the crown prince of Beddington and if I wish, I might let you go."
