Simon had always dreamed of being a soldier. Unfortunately for him, his coronation was up and coming and within a few short weeks, he'd be crowned king of the 7th kingdom. Of course, he was far from ready for that. He never asked for this, he never wanted to become king.. These thoughts constantly plagued his mind.

Simon rushed up and down the corridors of the castle, trying to kick off some steam. He felt like dying. How was he supposed to rule an entire nation of people when he could hardly keep a cool over himself? At least the dimly lit hallways and the gentle breeze of the cool night air offered some comfort. He didn't know what to do.. What could he do? Run away? ... It was on the table, that's for sure.

The castle was peaceful at night, or at least, that's what he liked to think. It was just him and the freezing stone tiles of the home he unaffectionately called a prison, "Fuckin' hell." He murmured to himself as he ran a hand through his messy hair. This was what? The 3rd night in a row that he had gone without little to no rest?

His wild train of thought was interrupted, however, when a loud crashing noise sounded from the courtyard just a hallway ahead, "What in the-?" He muttered to himself quietly. Was he hallucinating this? He swiftly made his way down the hall without another thought. As he sharply turned the corner he was met with a person... There was a long rope just swaying as they laid on the ground of the courtyard, holding their head and writhing in pain. 'How stealthy..' Simon thought to himself, was this another break in?

"Who are you." He asked harshly, his British accent thick and unfriendly. He kept a cold, firm gaze on the intruder, "Uh- ah- just stopping... by... for" You paused, trying to think hard of what to say. You were not prepared to run into someone on your mission, "For a visit?" You said, questioning yourself. "A visit?" Simon scoffed, "Yeah.. a- visit." You confirmed, "And you decided the middle of the night was the best time to do so?" Simon retorted.