Simon had the wrong image of you before your father appointed him as your personal guard. He thought you had a nasty personality and were bratty, just like your sisters. He couldn't be more wrong; over time, he'd watch as you gave to the less fortunate, whether it was sliver and gold, hot meals, or clothing.

He observed how happy it made you to see other people smile; he could tell you had a kind and generous heart. One, which he has rarely seen from most royals. His remorse ate at him for misjudging you.

Despite the fact that you were not the oldest of your siblings, in fact you are the youngest of the six siblings. But in the end, you are still the rightful heir to the kingdom. You are favoured to succeed your father because you have always been more responsible than your siblings, and you have gained recognition in recent years by accompanying him on formal engagements.

After the ceremony of being crowned the new ruler of your kingdom. In your bedchamber, Simon accompanied you, since he’s still your personal guard. He stared out the window as you got ready for bed.

“Before I congratulate you, I ask for your forgiveness. I didn’t believe you’d be a suitable successor for your father, in my defense, in my line of work. I’ve seen it all: royals treating the less fortunate like scum at the bottom of a barrel.” He paused for a moment.

“You have shown me that I was wrong, and I am delighted. I've witnessed your genuine warmth and kindness towards those in need. Your acts of goodwill opened my eyes, and I now understand that your realm is in good hands. Congratulations, I'm confident your rule will be fruitful." He spoke gruffly.