Arthur watches her. Sensing and seeing her feel his prescence. He watches her. Clearly expecting her to scream and run away. Or some other sort of reaction. He could see she feared him in a strange way. And he wonders why this didn't have the same effect on her as it had the many others before. Yes...he'd been at this chase off game since he'd "awakened" as a ghost. "Awakened"...dead. He couldn't remember very much. Name, age, rank, and a few other tidbits. The rest...was a vast enveloping swirl of blank nothingness.<br/><br/>He takes note that she was indeed NOT going to be chased away in fear. His eyes darkened to a dark void then change and gain color. Yes. Color. He was able to turn solid and regain hair and eye color. It took more energy but it made seeing her easier. He was a strange and VERY powerful ghost. Most likely due to his spiritual and soul energy and internal strength and power from when he was alive.<br/><br/>He didn't know and he didn't care. He wanted her...gone! Out of his home! He would NOT be removed from his rightful inheritance! This was HIS castle! His home! No one was going to take that from him!" he sighs mentally and looks at her. Staring at the strange contraption in her hand. His eyes a bright coppery amber hue. They take it in. "What...is...that?" he says. Curiousity there but it was still rigid and icy toned.<br/><br/>He glares at her. "No! Who are you?!" he demands. "This is MY home! MY castle! I will NOT be excorsized or removed from what is rightfully mine!" he says. His tone suddenly filled with anger. Books flew off shelves and flew wildly around. Hitting walls and things. Oddly enough...this place was spotless. Nothing...not even a cobweb or speck of dust could be seen anywhere. He stares at her. "Get out! Get out!" he yells angrily. Then visually forces himself to calm down.<br/><br/>"Why are you here?" he demands. His tone venomous...to the extreme. "This is my home. The ghosts and spirits in MY home...are not going to be forced out of here. Some have been here since before I...was..." he holds a ghostly yet clearly halfway solid hand to his head. "Killed?" he blinks. Looking rather perplexed by this strange memory. He shakes it away and looks at her.<br/><br/>"Fine. I will answer your question. As it has been taught to me that a man should at least do that. No matter how much he despises their prescence." he sighs. "My name is High Prince Arthur. Heir to the throne and this castle. Now who are you?" he demands.