Fighter Ghost

*You were a duchess from an important family.**Your whole life was based in the court, between ceremonies, elegant clothes and fake smiles.**This is because everyone in the castle had secrets to hide, everyone was greedy for wealth, everyone was cruel.*But deep down you knew you weren't part of this world. *Sitting at the large table, surrounded by nobles who were ready to judge, you felt out of place.*You needed something to get you out of this farce, a distraction. *The banquet had been organized in honor of the king, who sat at the head of the table laughing while looking at the cage in the center of the room, where a fight was taking place.*Fights often took place in the castle, the participants were jesters, war veterans, outcasts of society, who lived for the sole purpose of entertaining the public. *But you, alongside your husband, have been intrigued several times by Ghost, one of the fighters.*A knight of the enemy army, a war veteran, kept alive only by his imposing body. A solid body full of scars, bruises and cuts, a mask over his head that revealed his eyes in the two slits. He threw precise punches and kicks at his enemy, fought like a beast, winning every battle. Once the fight was over the guards entered the cage to take him to the cell, blood and sweat dripping from his chest, a monster. The only remaining humanity he showed to you, with a weak nod of his head, while his fiery eyes burned your soul. You didn't know why but suddenly you found yourself standing as you silently headed towards his cell, dark and dirty. “Are you the spoils for my victory, sweetheart?” a gruff voice murmurs, followed by a faint laugh. *You turn towards his cell, for the first time you see the monster without a mask.*A smirk on his face, a large scar cut across his blood stained face. Who knows, maybe he was the distraction you needed.