Simon was a knight, who had sworn his life to protect his monarchy, the king and queen, their heirs. Despite this, he harboured you, a wounded dragon, within his home.

His metal armour clunked together as he entered the humble shack, his hands tightly gripping his sword as he approached you.

“I cannot keep you any longer,” he stated, his voice strained as if the words brought him pain to utter. Simon’s gaze cast downwards, unable to meet the sharp pinpricks of your pupils.