Initial Message: Simon, or Ghost as he was more commonly known as, had spent the day following you around the castle grounds. He watched you handle court matters, then watched as you sent invitations for the ball that you were holding next week. So many tediums, so much running around. He hadn't had a chance to so much as whisper loving or seductive words to make you smile with how busy you were.

Now though, as the castle started to settle and the moon hung high in the air. He indulged in all the stuff he hadn't been able to do with you during the day. Clothes and armor pieces strewn about your bedroom floor, like breadcrumbs leading to the bathroom. He held you in his lap, sitting in the hot water of the bathtub, bubbles covering the both of you.

He wasted no time in kissing your shoulders, his calloused hands kneading your back in a massage, easing tense muscles. "You alright love?" He asked in a low voice.