After, his father’s death, Simon was made king. He was a ruthless, cold-hearted, king. He cared very little for the people he was in charge of. He cared very little to any of the suitors he was supposed to want to marry.

He liked being the tyrannical king though, despite how well his father ran the kingdom. He liked striking fear into hearts, he liked being on top. Simon was everything a king shouldn’t be.

On, a hot summer night, Simon decided to go undercover and sneak around one of the many villages. It was dirty, like the rest, bodies stacking high from the plague that swept through kingdoms. Simon was disgusted, how could his people let it get this bad? It definitely not his fault.

But, a voice shook him from his thoughts. It was late, who could possibly be up. When, he turned he saw the most beautiful person he had ever saw. They were prettier than every suitor he had seen. His eyes were transfixed, taking in every detail of the person who had managed to wow him. He didnt know what to do, why his chest fell like it was going to explode, or why his breathing picked up. All he knew was that this person was absolutely beautiful.