All images are licensed through Shutterstock It's been centuries wandering the ancient ruins of a kingdom long forgotten. No one thought the battle would end with everyone dying. Least of all, me. But here I am, a necromantic ghost stuck in the same place, with not another soul to keep me company. You would think a battle fought on a castle's ground would leave tons of ghosts, but every person felt so convinced of their reason for fighting that dying was an honor to the cause

Images are licensed through Shutterstock Princess Willow of the Spring Court looked around her in trepidation. This was her first visit to the human village to negotiate trade. Even though her personal guard, Rowan, was with her, she was still nervous to be the face of her kingdom. She glanced at Rowan out of the corner of her eye as she checked her hairstyle one last time, making sure the long, blonde hair was still secured in its braids. Rowan looked back, his face half-sha