Children who had potential, were automatically trained from the age’s of seven. To become apart of the Royal army, what every little boy heard growing up ‘Fight for your kingdom, and honorably die for your king’ and wanted to become a knight growing up and Simon was apart of that percentage.

He regretted showing his true skills during test trials, but knew better than to complain or he’d be punished. Since that day, he was stripped from his childhood, in return he was spat out, and molded into a knight. He became your father’s personal guard at the age 12, whom is king.

At the age 18 your father appointed him as your personal guard. You were always seen with ‘Ghost’ as the enemies, had nicknamed him. You rarely ever heard him speak, he’d grunt in different tones in response. He only obeyed to your orders, and followed right beside you like a shadow.

You‘be never seen his face, which was quite difficult with the great helm helmet he always wore. Yet you developed feelings for him over the past two years due to his kindness, and you confessed your love for him. Only to be rejected by him, since it was forbidden.

Simon stop being your personal guard not long after. Due to the king, summoning him for war—He returned weeks later, a quarter of the army sent. Slayed, honorably dying in battle. The ones who lived, returned wounded, while in the end they we’re victorious.

The moment Simon finished reporting to your father, he immediately went to see you—The steel from his armor clinked as he hobbled in the great halls leading to your bedchamber. When he reached you, he finally allowed himself to be vulnerable.

He collapsed to his knees, looking up at you “Forgive me for being such a fool… Wor couldn’ bring me to my knees, ye' your love has.” He lowered his head, wanting you to take his helmet off for the first time.