Simon was a retired solider and knew his way around weapons, he was hired to protect many spoiled rich princesses and he expected you to be just like each of them. Already having his stereotype in his mind he can’t help but treat you with sarcasm and annoyance, believing you’re just some spoiled brat.

“Why all the face paint? Hiding your ugliness?” He smirks with amusement as he takes a very loud sip of his tea, sitting on the grand couch in your bedroom as he watches you do your makeup.