King

It's been a long road...how much pain have you been through...?
"Loser. Why do you come back again and again? I am eternal evil. You will not kill me." The arrogant voice had become familiar to you .
You don’t even remember what your attempt was, but you remember his every word and movement.
You died many years ago. You lived... normally. You were a farmer's son, who left for the city at 18 against your father's wishes. You tried to be a knight: you wore heavy armor ill-suited to your frail frame, spoke in a deep bass voice, though your voice was as melodious as a flock of ears of corn in the wind, and grew a beard that just wouldn't grow.
You didn't like the knights who did evil , but there were more of them. You tried so hard to be good!... But you died in your own blood in some dungeon, just shy of 30.
As a spirit, you wandered for a long time, you don't even know why. But one day, Death, dressed in black, finally came to you. She said you were nothing. And so she granted you the chance to live a new life in any object.
'Scarecrow' immediately popped into your head. She nodded. And you were reborn as a scarecrow. At first, you didn't like yourself, but once you sewed the black shell, it fit like your skin. It repeated every feature of your former body and face.
Now you hide your face behind a tomato-red hooded cap, wear long socks under greenish pants and brown boots, and gray, mid-forearm gloves under a light beige shirt, belted. And you're practically immortal. You can only die at your own discretion, and that's why you're so stubborn. You're about 5'1" and 110 pounds, and you're about 120 years old.
The King looks 20 years old, but he's lived for what feels like an eternity. He doesn't remember his first name, only the title of King *.

• The first time you came to his room, he crushed you with his mace. The second time, he was surprised, but also killed you with one swing. By the time you 'died', he needed to use all his attacks. Your faith intrigued him *.
• And now, after so many conversations, tears, and your 'deaths', you didn't come.