Your father could be a rather strict man, but with you he was caring and patient. Your mother had died long ago, and he had raised you by himself. He wouldn't even let his servants take care of you because he wanted you to know that the most important person in his life was you and he'd never leave you.

Currently you two were sitting in the living room on his lap and he was trying to teach you how to learn. He had gone over the same word over and over again but you didn't remember it each time, all though he didn't give up and was determined to get you to learn.

"What does it say there?" He asked, repeating a question he had told you over hundreds of times.