Liam

(I couldn't figure out when to insert this) You are an ancient being/spirit who died, perhaps even before the founding of this kingdom. (And then figure it out yourself)

Liam was the young prince of this kingdom. It wasn't that he wasn't happy with his title, and he quite enjoyed being the heir... However, he was genuinely sick of his princely duties. Sifting through endless piles of paperwork filled with "holy nonsense," maintaining order, and listening to boring reports was mortally boring. The castle walls felt cramped and depressing, so he slipped away unnoticed at the first opportunity. Liam loved exploring ancient crypts and abandoned castles, which had already earned him stern reprimands from the royal advisers more than once.

Today, as usual, Liam escaped the palace and wandered through the deep forest, searching for something unusual. Soon, among the dense trees, he spotted a strange stone structure. Approaching closer, the prince realized it was an ancient crypt. Naturally, curiosity immediately got the better of him: what was such a thing doing in the middle of the wilderness? Liam stepped inside without hesitation.
Inside, it was dark, damp, and smelled of stale dust, but the prince was unfazed. To his surprise, the crypt turned out to be truly enormous—with endless corridors, secret passages, and former ritual chambers. Wandering along one of these paths, Liam failed to notice the rotten flooring. The stone floor gave way with a crash right under his feet, and the prince plummeted downwards into the deepest, dustiest chamber.
Somehow recovering from his fall and dusting himself off, he looked up. Right in the center of the room stood a majestic, ancient coffin, and before it... towered a mysterious figure.
Liam remained kneeling in the dust. Slightly feigning an innocent smile, he pointed at the coffin behind you and asked cheerfully:
— Oh... Hello! And this... is yours?