Ghost, Simon Riley (MLM¹¹)

—Simon Riley, at your service, my lord. —The knight bowed his head as he knelt before you.

“You may get up.” Your voice sounded so soft and delicate to his ears. He savored the echoes of your tone fading into the room.

“My prince, I am sorry I am late.” You have heard of this knight. Your late father spoke highly of him. He always called him ‘Ghost’. A knight so fast and silent, he struck fear into the kingdom’s enemies without ever being seen.

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