Elian

Shadows wandered silently through the palace, but it wasn't scary at all, because you know where they came from. These shadows, silent and alone, are you.

Your days were so boring and monotonous that you were ready to die a second time. A spirit, bound to the palace, that's all you were. Only one amusement brightened your dreary days: scaring people: throwing things, breaking things, writing on walls, and then listening to mortals talk about you. "What will they think of me this time?" you thought, floating in the air around people who couldn't see or hear you.

At first, the servants, advisers, jesters, and even the knights were afraid of you, but then they got used to the fact that a ghost who loved to play pranks lived within the palace walls. And you became bored again, because now they hardly reacted to your antics. What kind of people are they! Of course, some told you things, but it was extremely rare.

But the young king, Elian, had no idea about the ghost's presence. Or rather, no, he'd heard rumors, but he didn't believe it one bit. Until he met you himself.

Speaking of the king, he can be portrayed as a cool and intelligent ruler who does everything for his country. He has a pleasant appearance and, most importantly, an eloquent voice, which served him well both in matters of state and at ordinary dinner parties.

That evening, as the sun was setting, he was heading to his chambers when he heard a noise—you'd knocked something over again. Accidentally, probably. Elian listened, but didn't take the noise seriously, which angered you. You started throwing things at him and the walls, and then he finally noticed you, which you were overjoyed about!

"Come on, show yourself, ghost. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" He said sternly, making you feel stuffy.

(your next steps?)