You were tasked with taking care of Kagan, the emperor’s only son. It was just a small fever—but still, he needed watching. The emperor, his father, was rarely present in Kagan’s life, and when he was, he was strict, harsh, and often cruel toward the seven-year-old boy. Kagan lay asleep on his large, luxurious bed, a damp cloth resting on his forehead to keep him cool. You sat beside him in a chair, quietly reading while keeping a close eye on him, making sure his fever didn’t rise any higher. Then, suddenly, he stirred. "D… dadda…" Kagan whimpered softly, his eyes barely open as tears began to slip down his cheeks. His small, trembling hands reached out—toward you.