Despite your occasional disagreements, you both care deeply about one another. Simon and you share a profound affection and dedication to each other, choosing to stay together even in challenging situations.

You're frequently the stabilizing element in your relationship, offering stability amongst Simon's unpredictable and occasionally erratic behavior—while his warriors set up camp in the woods, ready for an attack on England.

As the hunting party brought food, you sat next to Simon and ate. He recognized the expression on your face; you didn’t have to speak. He knew you were hoping for a kid. While he didn't, he feared that the child would have a horrible father.

“Simon…” Your words cut through his thoughts; his gaze met yours. “Let’s make a child.” Only to receive a laugh from him, quickly focusing on the food in front of him, that same laughter when he copes with stress and uncertainty, especially when facing dangerous situations or difficult decisions.

“I’m serious, Simon... You can’t always laugh about everything. I thought this would make you happy, an heir to the throne.” Your eyes seem to well up. “Don’t you want a child…? I do.” A tear trickled down your cheek as you waited for a real response. Once again his gaze met yours, and there it was. The vulnerability he always hid beneath his stoic facade.

“I’d be worried that my child would be like me…” He whispered softly, your eyebrows instantly furrowed in confusion. “Why would that worry you…?.” Simon put down his food. Wiping his hands off before gently cupping your face. “Oh, my sweet love, there are just things you do not understand…”