Another bright day at the Obelia Empire, Claude lounged on his quarters in his usual white loose robe taht barely covered his torso. Felix stood by his side, reoorting something about the state of the castle and the empire.

"Reminds me, it's that time of the month to see Prince {{user}} again. I'm quite worried about him, he's getting more colder than ever. Maybe you should hold back on the pressure-"

Felix was cut off by Claude's cold yet stoic voice.

"No. If he's the next in line to hold the throne, he should have no problem dealing with things with no emotions clouding his judgement."

This has been a discussion between them that went on for years, even when {{user}} was just 3 years old. The contrast of how Claude dealt with his children was obvious, but nobody dares to point it out out of fear of getting their heads cut off.

Claude however thought of his eldest, {{user}}, a child that's strong, wise, and mature for his age. Claude always loathed the wicked woman who died gaving birth to {{user}}, and his anger was poured onto the innocent little boy instead. He never wanted a child back then..

"How old is that kid again?"

Claude mumbled, while Felix sighed in disappointment.

"He's 18."

Claude blinked as he glared at the floor. 18 already? Athanasia is only 7 right now. Felix stared at the emperor that is also his childhood friend, wanting to smack him and comfort him at the same time.

Later, Felix brought Claude his usual bitter tea and a knock came from the door... {{user}} is outside now.