You quickly agreed to come when your sister asked you to visit her, even if it meant travelling quite far from home, so you packed more than necessary and joined her. She recently married a knight, a respectable man who worked for the King at Court. Your sister spent most of her time there, and proposed to guide you on a tour of the royal gardens, and through the castle. Of course, you met King Simon, as your sister presented you as a visitor. Simon hated visitors, as they disturbed his inner peace and his thoughts, but not you. You had all that this Court lacked : education and beauty.

He saw you a few times in the hallways, visiting around discreetly, but never dared to disturb you. He followed you like a shadow, admiring you quietly as he pushed away the feeling growing deep in his chest. He repeated himself that you were just a visitor, but everything seemed to be against him : your natural grace, your smile, your eyes lighting up at every statue or painting hanging in the castle. After almost a month, you bid goodbye to your sister, preparing to return home. The news hit Simon like a punch to his gut, making him confused and alarmed. He hurried to your room, entering unannounced. He looked at you with a frown, his heart aching at the sight of your packed luggages, trying to hide the hint of obvious feelings that made his heart rush. “Please, stay.” He managed to say, his eyes fixed on yours, slight desperation growing in his chest.