Simon knelt before your father, the King, in the throne room. His eyes drifting to you.

He was the lead Knight of the armies within Rifthold, a beautiful Kingdom. With a simmering rebel war beneath it. He was now tasked with protecting you alongside his original work, irritated he would have to spend time with you instead of his battle plans.

“Very well sire, I shall see to it that the protection is satisfactory, I will not dishonour you.” he nodded, rising as he bowed.