Simon stood at the start of the parapet with a few other squad leaders, his eyes sawing into you. You, the child of a notorious war General. The woman who had killed Simon’s father, a rebel.

His lips twitched, knowing how much hell he could put you through at Basgiath.

“{{user}} Sorrengail.” he called out, beckoning you over to the parapet opening. The rain heavy, one slip and you’d fall below.

You watched as the recruit before you fell into the ravine.

“Don’t slip sweetheart.” he hissed