He comes in after Brennen lands among the rest, in time to hear a few quips about the Amazons. It brings a light-hearted smile to his face at the truth of the scarred winged stallion's words. Of course, indeed, though he knows it was actually Lagertha's doing and Errant's influence that landed the mad King within the Jungle's borders. It pleases him that despite his question of Lagertha's motives, in the end she had proved that she was a clever warrior woman of the 'Zons- whether she got along with the his mother and Khaleesi or not. And it pleases him even greater that her meddling, surprise aside, resulted in the opportunity that each of the Brothers have at this moment to discuss what was necessary without Mountain's interference.
Simeon almost chuckles at Brennen's comment about Mountain staying in the Jungle. Surely, if the Brotherhood didn't decide to kill the madman, it would take very little time for his end to meet him in the Amazons if he stayed. No doubt by Scorch, or even Lagertha, perhaps even along with a few other sisters. There is a very subtle head shake from the bay roan stallion, mismatched eyes glinting with amusement. Truly, Sim doesn't care if the man dies, his only concern is that his loved ones remain unharmed. The thought of something happening to any of them at the doings of Mountain causes his blood to boil beneath his skin, the burn in his chest uncharacteristic for the typically happy-go-lucky young man. His family was something no one should mess with. Which brings another thought to his mind: he was terribly inexperienced. To fighting. To politics. And then he thinks of what he's been sent here to do.
The first two men declare their support of his uncle at the kingdom's head. Simeon's gaze travels over the rest of the men gathered and he waits only a moment before he clears his throat and takes a single step forward. There is something he needs to say. "On the topic of the Amazons. My mother, Scorch, has sent me here to rise alongside Errant, if he is to take the throne, to secure an alliance between Tundra and 'Zons. I agreed to come here and stay- if you all will have me. However," he pauses here, his eyes had been among them all, but now come to rest on the scarred black magician. "I must be honest. I do not wish to be handed anything, nor do I believe you would simply give me a title. It should be earned. Admittedly, I have much to learn. About the Tundra- about everything, before I can truly be considered for any rank. Where I stand, I leave to you. But, if it is decided I stay at all, of course I will stand by you as King."
When he finishes, he steps back, taking in a deep breath and releasing it in a slow, quiet sigh. May Scorch forgive him, he feels as though a huge weight has been lifted from his chest having said what he felt was necessary to say. He simply didn't feel that he should start things off here with them seeing him for anything other than who and what he is, rather than what his mother- or anyone- wanted him to be. He has never considered a leadership role before, and if he was to rise to such- as he had said- it should certainly be earned, not given. Besides that, he does indeed have much to learn before he should take on such a responsibility. But for now, he stands back and watches, listening intently.
Simeon almost chuckles at Brennen's comment about Mountain staying in the Jungle. Surely, if the Brotherhood didn't decide to kill the madman, it would take very little time for his end to meet him in the Amazons if he stayed. No doubt by Scorch, or even Lagertha, perhaps even along with a few other sisters. There is a very subtle head shake from the bay roan stallion, mismatched eyes glinting with amusement. Truly, Sim doesn't care if the man dies, his only concern is that his loved ones remain unharmed. The thought of something happening to any of them at the doings of Mountain causes his blood to boil beneath his skin, the burn in his chest uncharacteristic for the typically happy-go-lucky young man. His family was something no one should mess with. Which brings another thought to his mind: he was terribly inexperienced. To fighting. To politics. And then he thinks of what he's been sent here to do.
The first two men declare their support of his uncle at the kingdom's head. Simeon's gaze travels over the rest of the men gathered and he waits only a moment before he clears his throat and takes a single step forward. There is something he needs to say. "On the topic of the Amazons. My mother, Scorch, has sent me here to rise alongside Errant, if he is to take the throne, to secure an alliance between Tundra and 'Zons. I agreed to come here and stay- if you all will have me. However," he pauses here, his eyes had been among them all, but now come to rest on the scarred black magician. "I must be honest. I do not wish to be handed anything, nor do I believe you would simply give me a title. It should be earned. Admittedly, I have much to learn. About the Tundra- about everything, before I can truly be considered for any rank. Where I stand, I leave to you. But, if it is decided I stay at all, of course I will stand by you as King."
When he finishes, he steps back, taking in a deep breath and releasing it in a slow, quiet sigh. May Scorch forgive him, he feels as though a huge weight has been lifted from his chest having said what he felt was necessary to say. He simply didn't feel that he should start things off here with them seeing him for anything other than who and what he is, rather than what his mother- or anyone- wanted him to be. He has never considered a leadership role before, and if he was to rise to such- as he had said- it should certainly be earned, not given. Besides that, he does indeed have much to learn before he should take on such a responsibility. But for now, he stands back and watches, listening intently.
