Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The King's Last Letter Murder, Regret, and a Princess’s Heartbroken Farewell #6

Episode Date: August 9, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #royaltragedy #murdermystery #heartbreak #lastletter #historicalcrime  Set in a royal backdrop, this story unveils a murder that shatters a kingdom, the king’s haunting regrets, and the heartfelt final message to his beloved princess. It explores themes of loss, betrayal, and the enduring pain left in the wake of dark secrets.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #royaltragedy #murdermystery #heartbreak #lastletter #historicalcrime #darksecrets #betrayal #regret #tragicstory #crimefiction #mystery #loveandloss #dramatic #suspense

She entered the king's bed chamber, carrying a cup of tea. There was a dead body lying on the bed with a dagger embedded in its chest. She moved forward, her heart beating faster and faster with every step that she took. Her fears were realized when she saw the face of the dead man, it was the king. Her eyes immediately began to fill with tears, for her dead master. She was a maid who had worked in service of the king for years. She had admired him ever since. he had saved her from a life of slavery. He had purchased her from slave traders and had given her a choice,

she could leave and live her life in freedom as she wished or she could work at the palace. She had accepted the job gratefully. It was made clear to her throughout that she could leave the job whenever she wished, and she never once felt trapped. Now here she was looking at the lifeless body of her master, feeling the walls closing in on her. And for the first time in years she felt trapped, trapped in a reality that she wished was not real. She dropped a cup of tea and let out a blood-curtling scream. The guards came rushing in and were frozen in their steps once they say the scene in front of them. The noise caused by the guards along with the scream of the unfortunate maid had alerted the whole castle, more or less, to a source of commotion.

The king's fiancé, Princess Grimmelt heard the commotion and told her chambermaid to find out the source of the uproar. The maid stopped. what she was doing and left the room. Grimmold, a young girl of 19, possessing beauty worthy of a princess and engaged to one of the most powerful kings of the time, sat on her bed waiting for her maid to return and inform her of the problem. Normally, she wouldn't have cared too much about a ruckus in the castle, for it was a rather common occurrence. But today was different. She had wanted to see the king the previous night but had been denied, and again this morning. She had felt like something bad

was about to happen and now something had happened. She just didn't know what. What is happening here? The head of the castle guard inquired from the room full of guards and servants. The crowd separate to allow him entry into the room that he stepped forward and as his gaze passed over the deceased king, his mouth opened in shock, but he did not speak. He took a few moments to fully grasp the situation and then spoke in a loud commanding voice, everyone that is not a guard, leave. Once everyone had to be a man. Once everyone had to be a had shuffled out of the room, he spoke again, his voice full of anger. How could this have happened, he demanded.

How could someone enter into the king's chamber and plunge a dagger into his heart without anyone of you knowing? By this point his anger had turned into rage and it was directed at those who had allowed this atrocity to happen. Close every entrance to the castle, he commanded. No one is to leave this place. I want the head of the one responsible. The guards hurried out of the room to carry out their orders.

Grimald's maid had been gone for twenty minutes already, and she was becoming anxious. Various scenarios, none of them good, played through her head as she waited for her maid to return, with what she hoped would be good news. But as the minutes ticked away, she became more and more worried, until she was a bundle of nerves, the knock on the door brought her out of her gruesome immanings into reality. She turned her head towards the door as it opened, and her maid entered the room. But she was not alone. She was accompanied by Lucy, the maid who had first seen the king lying dead in his bed.

She curtseed and then began, Pardon me my lady, I am Lucy, one of the king's personal maids. I am sorry that I have to pain you with this knowledge, but of all the ones in this castle you are the one who needs to know this the most. This morning when I went to give his majesty his morning tea, I saw him dead on his bed with a dagger impaling his chest. Upon hearing this the expression on Grimmelt's face changed from nervousness to one of pure sadness and despair. Her eyes filled with tears, but she held them back. She got up off the bed and moved towards the door. The entire

room seemed to spin and she grasped a chair to steady herself. Her maid rushed to her side, but Grimmelt pushed her aside and once again, began to move towards the door. She opened the door and stepped into the expansive hallway, it was lit with torches placed every couple of feet, but it looked more gloomy than usual. She began to speedily walk down the hallway, her heart beat increasing with every step. Every part of her being wanted her to sprint down the hall and through the castle to hold her fiancé in her arms. But even now, when her world was crumbling around her, her royal upbringing did not allow her to be seen sprinting down hallways and corridors. She finally turned a corner and arrived at the king's chamber. She burst through the door,

and upon seeing the love of her life laying dead on the bed, broke down into a mess of tears. She could not hold back any longer, ignoring the head of the royal guard, she went to sit by the side of the deceased lover. She traced the lines of his face with her hand, as the tears continued to flow in earnest. She begged for it to all be a dream, but everything was too real to be anything. but. The feelings too strong, the feel of the facial hair beneath her palm, too real. She touched the hilt of the dagger that had taken her love from her, delicately with the tip of her finger. She followed the exquisite designs with her finger, and the tears began to rush out with a new intensity. She looked around the room hoping to find something that would provide her with some

sort of explanation. Her eyes rested on a letter placed on the beautiful wooden desk in a corner, with the king's seal that seemed to have been freshly applied. She drifted over to the table and picked up the letter to find her name written on top of it. She ripped it open and found within three pages, written with beautiful penmanship. The words were written in a way that indicated that the letter was written without any hurry. They also contained a symmetry that showed the steadiness in the hand of the writer, as if the letter was penned in a state of mental peace. yet the contents of the letter were enough to make Grimmold's whole body shake with overwhelming emotions. My dear Grimmold, I cannot express to you the depths of my regret and sorrow at

leaving your side. I can't expect forgiveness for what I have done so I shall not ask. If you are reading this letter then that means I have committed an act of great selfishness and cowardice. But before I get into that I would like to clarify one thing. I need not tell you that I loved you more than any other person in my life. You have given me so many great memories, memories that I shall cherish until my last moments. I guess it might be more appropriate to say that I cherish them, for by the time you shall read this I must surely be dead. Every moment that I spent with you has been a source of great happiness for me. So, trust me when I say that, had I seen any way of avoiding such an outcome, I would have taken it. But alas, I could not find anything. I could not find

that could prevent this self-induced ex-attraction from your side. Do not blame anyone for my death, especially not yourself, for there is only one person responsible and that is I. You were a source of light in my otherwise bleak existence. A man can't be blessed with a better woman. Oh, I never did deserve you, did I? Of course I didn't. After all, who could deserve a woman as pure-hearted and beautiful as you. You are undoubtedly filled with questions as to the reason behind this. Well, I must apologize for I cannot disclose too much. But what little I can force myself to reveal, I shall. Let me start by saying that I made many stupid decisions in my youth. And as such, I found myself in some pretty tachy situations, many of them of a quite sultory nature.

This lack of judgment is what led me to a whorehouse in a backstreet of Paris. I was only 20 at that time and full of youthful innocence. I was talked into going there by one of my classmates, who was at the time, much more adventurous than I. He insisted that I accompany him, even if I didn't participate. And he emphasized that I need not feel any obligation to participate. So, I finally relented and agreed to go with him. I followed him through the dimly lit streets late at night. We finally reached the shady-looking establishment, and the reality of my situation dawned upon me.

I would have walked back, had my friend not placed his hand upon my shoulder, and said that it was fine. My friend knocked on the rusty iron door as I stood by him, feeling uneasy. We did not have to wait too long before someone, after having confirmed that we were not policeman through a slit, opened the door. It was a beautiful woman with black hair, wearing an exquisite red dress. She motioned for us to enter, we did so and she closed the door behind us. The interior of this establishment was nothing like its exterior. Beautifully crafted wooden furniture was placed around the room, on what appeared to be, fur rugs. A light red hue was cast upon the room and it made the beautiful dresses of the

women even more enchanting. Men and women were seated on couches and tables, conversing in hushed tones. Every now and then a woman could be seen leading her customer by the hand, upstairs, where I assumed the private rooms were. I was astounded by the atmosphere in this place, which would have cited a high-end bar or club more than a brothel. My friend led me to a table in the corner and ordered some wine. When I expressed my surprise to my friend, he told me that this establishment was one of the best in the city. We sat there for a bit, talking and then some girl in her early twenties, from the looks of it, caught my friend's eye and he accompanied her upstairs. I was left sitting there, wondering whether I should stay or leave, when a young petite woman came and

took a seat next to me. We talked for a while and I continued drinking, so that by the time she asked whether I would like to go upstairs, I was quite drunk and agreed. That was the first time I was unfaithful to you, but I am sorry to say, it wasn't the last. After that night, I became a frequent visitor at such as ballishments, until my return back to my country. Though these acts of debauchery are not the worst of my crimes, they are the crimes that I regret most of all, for I was hurting my relationship with you by doing them. The list of my sins is quite long and many of them I have forgotten. So, I shan't be stating most of them, though I will give you some idea. My many regrets include, murder, theft, bribery, adultery, as you already know, betrayal, blackmail, and many more.

I will not bother to go into detail about these for I think I have already made my point. There is no doubt that once I am gone, the world will be a better place for not having me in it. So there is no need for you to shed your tears, though I know that you most serenely will. You need not feel bad about the death of such a monster, you should be relieved for if I have hadn't taken this action, you would have been married to this monster and forced to live your life with a man, not worthy of the name. I know at this moment you are either in disbelief over what you have learned or you are filled with loathing. Nothing would please me and hurt me more than if you chose the later. But if you are unable to see me in that light right now, give it some time and I know

you shall come to realize that what I have told you is completely true. Trust me, even if you feel saddened by this, it is still better than the life you would have had with me if we had wed. Believe me, as I make these final additions to this letter, my final words to you, with the dagger that shall end my life resting on the table. In these last moments, what I regret the most is not being able to spend enough time with you, not being able to love you the way you deserved and what I regret most of all is that I couldn't become a man worthy of you. Yet, I still crave to feel you in my arms one last time, to feel the softness of your skin, but I know that can't be.

I have already caused you too much pain as it is. I implore you to read my last request, the last thing I shall ask of you. Please forget me. Yours truly, King George IV. After reading it, Grimald sat unmoving. She could not believe what she had read, it simply could not be true, could it? Lucy stepped forward and asked, Are you okay, my lady?

No. I am not, she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. Sir Edward. There is no need to search for the killer anymore. She said to the head of the royal guard, for he is right here and he is already dead. After that she went back to her room. It took her a while but she accepted everything that had happened.

The king's younger brother took the throne as he was the next in line. When her family suggested she marry the now king, she accepted. But she knew she could never love him, like she had loved his brother. Nor could she forget her ex-fiancee as he had requested. All she could do now was accept things for what they were, and wait for the day when she could be united with the love of her life once again. The end.