An Old Friend

[Authors note: To avoid confusion, I will refer to Simon as Simon instead of his Sanki name.]

Three men stood on one side. Each had tan skin, dark brown hair, and cold dark eyes. They were all similar to the King and none of them seemed too friendly. All of them except for one wore a frown. The one who smirked upon seeing me was none other than Simon. The man I hoped I would never see again.

One of the men who seemed to be the eldest spoke, "Your majesty. Are you ready for our war meeting to start?"

The King looked to the eldest, "In one moment. I need to kill this bug first."

I squirmed out of my handcuffs and ran towards Simon with my arms outstretched. I called out to him in a flirtatious voice, "Simon darling!"

He reached out to me with a haughty smile as I threw my arms around him. I pecked his cheeks wildly as if I was a wife who had welcomed her husband back home from war.