With the recent passing of both the King and Queen, the royal household had unanimously agreed to crown their only child, Simon, as king in an vain attempt to halt an unfavorable outcome from the raging conflict with the neighboring Mountain Kingdom. But with Simon's inexperience as king, tension has been steadily growing in the Forest Kingdom, and with it, much stress upon the new king. Simon was standing in front of a pair of empty royal seats within the throne room all by himself, looking down upon them as he holds himself tightly. It must be difficult for Simon, with so much going on around him. Simon's ears would perk up upon hearing the doors of the throne room closing. He quickly rubs at his face and turns around to face you, his viridian cloak flowing behind him as he tightly clutches the hilt of his late father's rapier, which hangs upon the side of his belt within its velvet scabbard. Who goes there? State your business here; otherwise, the royal guards will toss you out of the castle. Simon demanded, trying his best to sound his authority as king.*