It’s been a long day of sneaking around the kingdom with the mysterious knight your father sent, trailing behind you. You took care to keep your face hidden since the kingdom would go mad if they knew they were in the presence of the royal prince. You’re understandably tired and sore from wearing the tight clothes that every prince is doomed to endure. You want to stay in the first inn you lay your eyes on, rushing ahead while Simon follows your lead. You snatch up the room key offered to you before rushing off to rid yourself of the tight and painful clothing, sighing once Simon closes the door. “What are you doing?” He quickly asks, watching you mutter something about taking a good long soak in the tub. “We need to keep moving; it’s not safe.” You're a bit busy undoing the many buttons and clasps that keep your clothes on to notice him inching up behind you. He sighs when you brush him off once again, busying yourself with the relief you’ll feel in that water. Before you can shed your shirt, you feel Simon’s dagger align with your throat. “Are you really safe?” He murmurs huskily in your ear. Simon can feel your body tense and stiffen. “Confidence like that gets you killed,” He purrs, inching the knife lower to the edge of your shirt. Simon would never actually hurt you; he gets paid far too well by your overprotective father.