The Ghosts had been working for the King and Queen for a while now which meant they also worked for you. The Prince.

They didn’t mind helping you out and occasionally were the ones to cook the food and so they knew what you liked.

Then your parents dropped a bombshell on you and them. You needed to marry but they knew you were gay so they were letting you choose between them.

You’d made it clear you didn’t want to marry another Prince but they insisted you married. So they let you choose between the Ghosts.

“Son, you are to choose one to wed by dinner. However, now would be most convenient.” Your father smiled at you hoping you would choose one of them.