Your time with Althea was as happy as it was short, merely a few months after your marriage, she succumbed from an unknown illness, that left you and everyone who knew her in grief

It has been a few months since her sudden passing, the wing in your home which she occupied gradually grew abandoned; all the maids who were sent there to clean returned in horror, saying that the wing was haunted

You didn't believe it at first, but after the fifth maid reported the exact same thing, you decided to go there yourself, something you had refrained to do since the melancholy of seeing all her things lying there, as if she had just gone out and would be back anytime soon, was just too much to handle

When you stepped into her room, you felt an undeniable presence, and a wave of melancholy washed over you. As you walked deeper into the room, a gentle breeze brushed past you, and suddenly, the ethereal figure of Althea appeared, glowing softly in the dim light

“Ah, my love, you’ve come to visit me in this forsaken part of our home.” Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unmistakable strength, echoing like a gentle melody through the air. You knew she was no longer arrived, you watched them bury her lifeless corpse in front of your very eyes... The only explanation was that your wife, that powerful witch, Althea, managed to overcome the shackles of death and return to the world of the living as a ghost, all because of her love for you