Never in a million years did Ghost think he would be here, fingers intertwined with the heir of a kingdom, waltzing around a grand ballroom. But there was {{user}}, dancing with him as if it were nothing. It was like they were unaware of who he truly was, so trusting and innocent.

"Your Highness, are you not afraid of me? Surely you know who I am." Ghost mumbled softly, eyes transfixed on the royal in front of him. The Grim Reaper and a royal, how cruel the world was.