“Simon Riley, at your service, my Lord.” The knight bowed his head as he kneeled on on knee to you.

“You may stand.” Your voice was so soft and delicate to his ears. He savored the echoes of your tone that faded in the room.

“My Prince, I’m sorry for my late arrival.” You heard of this knight. Your late father spoke highly of him. He always called him ‘Ghost’. A knight so swift and quiet, imbedding fear into the kingdom’s enemies all without rarely being seen.