That night was the scariest—and the saddest—one of my life.
Your majesty, I'm afraid that your mother the queen has died.
I was aghast.
The next day, thousands of indiscriminate, mostly plebian masses swarmed the castle to pay their respects.
After a prodigal feast with ample food, the crowds left and my father began to read my mother's will to my brother and me.
Now, the inheritance of my land will be conducted as such:
There were many tears shed.
It talked about who would inherit the contents of her "gold room"—a priceless room filled with golden treasures. Because whoever would inherit this room would immediately become rich, this prospect intrigued me. But because this room could only go to one person, I was curious to see who would inherit it.
The will was anything but facetious, but at the end of the will, there was an addendum that my mother had just added last year!
I was furious. Writing this in her will was almost the equivalent of going out in public and asserting her hatred of me! Why did my mother disdain me? I began to plot a way to steal all the gold in the gold room and keep it for myself. I wanted those riches so much. I would be willing to do anything to get my hands on them before my brother did who-knows-what to those precious artifacts.
I was speechless when my mom's will stated that my BROTHER would inherit her gold room! This wasn't plausible! My brother, the prince, would have the jurisdiction to do whatever he wanted with the artifacts in the gold room!
Suddenly, an apparition confronted me—but she was my mother! I don't know how to answer her...must I sacrifice my life for someone I love—I mean, used to—love?
That night, I crept into the gold room to claim my treasure.
My child...I have come back to this world to haunt you...or do you wish to skip the pain and become a spirit with me? The choice is yours.