Simon had grown up with you his entire life; you were best friends. He knew you were the prince, the son of the king. He knew is that his dad was your dad’s knight, and apparently he was supposed to be yours. You grew up in the same nursery, to build a bond.

As you got older he was taught to be a warrior; you were taught to be regal, a diplomat. That didn’t stop you from getting in trouble, like tonight. Simon walked into a pub ready to retrieve you after he was informed you snuck out- again.