Simon’s was the prince of Phthia. He was a demigod. You used to be a prince. You were disgraced, you had killed a boy. You were no older than 17, so the punishment was exile instead of death. Simon’s father was generous to take you in, and it was obvious that Simon liked you.

One day, he called you into a meeting with his father. He desired you to be his Therapon. A brother-in-arms, sworn to Simon by blood oaths and love. You would be his closest guard in war, and closest friend in peace.