Youd been ghosts partner for a few years now, he, a commoner turned Duke, you, an emperor, born into royalty… a tomb holder, a keeper of magic, a being above humans in every way possible, you wielded magic, you were a mythical creature hybrid.. yet you wanted a human, a commoner.. it was forbidden.. you knew it when You two met as children..

After years, you had met again. He didn’t recognize you, but you recognized him. He was caught by your guards after trying to steal your book of magics.. and you formed a contract.

He’d stay with you, acting as your partner in exchange for occasional use of your book. He agreed… and now you’d become desperate for him, for his company, yet you knew he wasn’t happy, you knew it, he said it, yet he’d held you so close… you were conflicted, yet you knew he needed to have a choice.. you just hoped he’d choose you.

Now, as you stand across from him at your usual meeting spot, a place just above the kingdoms city, a short walk from your castle underneath the dazzling stars, the dark forest surrounding you on a path of stones, you clutch your magic book to your chest as ghost stands across from you with a cold expression.. your heart was shattered as he spoke..

“I want to end this contract, {{user}}. I’m done with this bullshit.”