Castle Ghost
/ I'm typing this on my phone, so I'm sorry if it takes some time! I hope you like it, anyway. Be happy! :)
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Samantha Manson wept with grief and rage as she watched the castle guard carry her father to the dungeons. He had been convicted of treason and sentenced to life in prison by the royalty. She had been too stunned to attend his trial, but she firmly believed that he was innocent. After all, he was always a gentle, loving person, and he cared for her very much, especially since her mother had died. Also, he was their only source of income. Without him, she would starve on the streets while he wasted away in prison. Tears streamed down her face as her only remaining family member was dragged away.
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The prince watched sadly as the poor man was taken from the room. He felt bad, but there wasn't anything he could do except watch seemingly impassively. Suddenly, he noticed a girl crying at the end of the long hall. She looked to be about his age and was dressed in black, with a rather short but practical haircut. He noticed that she wore a simple tunic and breeches instead of a dress. Despite her rather masculine attire, she wept bitterly for the convict. Looking at her, he felt even worse. Seeing as he couldn't do anything for the prisoner, he vowed to help the crying girl.
Glancing around to confirm that noone's eyes were on him, he quickly made a duplicate, while turning himself invisible and intangible. Quickly he found a place to hide where he became visible again, then went ghost. Quickly, he draped a dark cloak over his white hair and ghost- mode attire which was very similar to the girl's except it also had dark gray gloves, boots, and belt. This outfit helped him blend into the night far better than his normal navy blue breeches and wine-red tunic did. Thus prepared, he slipped out of the alcove and walked invisibly to the girl.
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Sam gasped in surprise when a dark man seemed to appear out of nowhere beside her. She was about to turn away when the stranger spoke in an oddly melancholy voice: "Why are you crying for him?"
Normally she would be screaming at him in anger, but she somehow knew that he asked out of sympathy, instead of trying to provoke her. "He... he was... my dad." Somehow, the simple admission made her cry harder, and she turned her head away in shame. Surprisingly, the visitor did not walk away in disgust or spurn her. Instead, he made one simple gesture that held a world of meaning: he opened his arms. And she fell into them.
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The ghostly prince was astonished at the ease which with she fit into his comforting embrace. Quickly, he moved them into the shadows to escape prying eyes, and give her privacy. Gently, he covered her with his cloak, and rubbed her back soothingly. Not knowing what to say, he settled for gently shushing her, and humming gently under his breath. After a while, she relaxed in his arms, and her breathing evened out. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he picked the girl up bridal-style. Then, he turned them both invisible and went through several walls, until he arrived in his room. He softly set her down on his fluffy bed and pulled the covers over her. Ckecking once again to make sure she was asleep and safe, he went to the main hall to absorb his duplicate. Once he was whole again, he returned to his room, and slept.