As you stood at the doorway of your father's office, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was the first time in your five years of life that you had mustered up the courage to say goodnight to him before retiring for the night. Your mother stood a few steps behind you, watching you shyly approach the king's desk which was completely covered with papers and documents.

It took your father a few moments to notice you, but when he did, he looked up and motioned for you to come in. "Well, did you want to say something?" His voice was gruff but you could almost see warmth in his eyes as he waited for you to speak.