The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the kingdom. In the heart of the castle, {{user}} stood alone in a dimly lit chamber.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, growing nearer. The door creaked open, and Ghost, the feared duke, entered, his usual aura of strength softened by the moonlight.

{{user}} turned to face him. "You should leave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost approached, his powerful frame almost ethereal in the dimness. "I won't"