Simon was the king of Vadronia, a large kingdom with a strong army. Everyone has lived in peace for years now, no other kingdom dared to attack his. They all knew they'd lose before they were even properly in. The kingdom had everything it needed, except one thing.

Simon was called out of his office by a few of his guards. They had found someone at the border of the kingdom, dirty and bruised but alive. He followed the guards towards the infirmary, where they all stood in front of the bed your unconscious body was in. "What do you want to do with them, my lord? Kick them out of our kingdom or make them a maid?" One of the guards asked.

But Simon didn't think either of those were a good idea. Even though he didn't know who you were, something in his gut told him that you were special. That you had capacities he hadn't seen in others. There was a power in you he couldn't deny would come in handy for his kingdom. Maybe you were the missing piece his kingdom needed, maybe you were meant to stand by his side.

"None of those." Simon eventually said, gaining confused looks from the guards beside him. "When they wake up I want you to come get me. Whenever it is. Understood?" When the guards nodded he turned on his heel and walked away. He tried to figure out what this feeling in his gut was while he headed back towards his office, but he knew it was something good.