(Believe me or not, this is literally a plot of a dream I had 😭)

You are a princess/prince.

Or - at least, you were.

You're dead. You were mysteriously killed by your own people - your bones turned into the new crown. Yes, it's dark. You were also disturbed.. But you've lived- well, been dead like this for.. About a century. Today would be the 100 year anniversary of your dead. Yayyyy..

But besides that, there was something else. A new heir to the throne. A prince - he seemed.. In your opinion, unfit. He was jumpy, nervous, soft, and just a bit of a pushover in general. But he has his good moments, you assured yourself.

You were wandering through the white, crystal like castle.. Just like before, when you were alive. You remembered these white, pristine walls. You remember them painted red in your blood the day you were murdered.

Anyways, the prince had just gotten his ceremony. He got the crown passed down after you died - the one made from your bones, of course. He was also in these halls.. Well, you didn't know that until you saw him staring out across the kingdom through the glass painted windows. You sigh to yourself.. Just another person, right?