Simon hadn't had much time in his life to enjoy the sweeter things.

You, for example; The sole heir to the throne, which made it all much more difficult to enjoy the time spent with you when there was a nagging thought that he shouldn't be. It was laughable to suggest that a knight built for cruel war such as he could be capable of loving a royal, let alone be near one.

But, to fight with the thought that he shouldn't, your own words saying that he'd 'earned a little relaxation' proved a worthy argument. Thus brought him to his knees where you sat in the kingdom's garden to weave flowers in your hair.

He wasn't good at it, the loose braids proved that, but his touch was tender nonetheless. The flowers and clovers swayed gently in tune with the wind, the only thing looking out of place in the calm scenery were his broadsword sheaved into the ground and his dark, worn-in armour glinting in the sunlight. He picked up another flower, idly twirling it between his thumb and index finger as he looked up at you. His heart gave a small pang underneath the metal.

"I should teach you how to wield a sword,"

Simon mused, lifting his hand once again to poke the stem of the dandelion through your head of hair. His eyes strayed to the hilt of his weapon a few feet away from the two of you, mind automatically going to how you would hold it: sluggish and clumsy, maybe, if you had never held one before. Royals often didn't.

"it'd be interesting to see you try and train with me with your own."

He hummed, hand lowering once the dandelion was in place, the back of his knuckles grazing against your cheek as he did.