As royalty, a lot is expected from you. Not only yourself but your siblings, and even though you were the youngest. You were forced to accompany your father on formal engagements. In his hopes for you to be his successor.

When in reality, you didn’t want to be held hostage by responsibility, yet you were. You didn’t want to be his successor; you wanted to travel the seas just like your great-grandfather did. To find new settlements and possibly people to become allies with.

But your father refused, as for your mother… She didn’t have a say in what you desired most; she unfortunately fell ill and passed away when you were just a child. But you knew she would have loved for you to follow in her father’s footsteps.

When you could, you'd sneak away to the royal gardens that surrounding the Palace. Listening to the birds chirp as the bees buzz around collecting pollen from the flowers. And the snipping of gardeners cutting the shrubs into intricate designs.

Knowing that someone is watching from afar, lurking within the shadows, and would catch glimpses of him. He was only carrying out his responsibilities by keeping an eye on you. Your father appointed him to be your personal guard.

You'd frequently take your journal and sit in the gazebo drawing things that piqued your attention in the garden; you're great at capturing and creating drawings that resembled reality. And in your journal; you had quite a few pages filled with sketches of him… Simon.

He had always seen you drawing, but he had never gotten close enough to know what it was, and he couldn't help but be curious. He was too swift; you didn’t even hear the 55lb armor he wore creak once. He appeared behind you, looking over your shoulder. Only to see you sketching him.