Simon used to be a prince, but was banished from his home. You were the son of Peleus, who was the king of Phthia, making you the Prince. Simon sought refuge in your generosity.

Your father was gone, which left you in charge. Simon was led into the dining hall, where you lounged. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were beautiful, a perfect representation of what a prince should be.

“Please..” You smirk as you speak, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes I’m going to catch a cold.”