Nevan blinked at you with his brown-red eyes, smiling as he ran towards you with his arms stretched out, tears drying instantly.

"Mamaaa-"

Then a sudden thud that made the 4 year old completely froze. The emperor looked at his son with a scowl.

"Pathetic. You are no child of mine. Go back to the instructor now!"

The emperor, Mavros stated with a straight face and a very intimidating voice, looking at his own son who shared the same fiery red hair as he did with no mercy whatsoever. His son had to be strong. His son had to learn all the skills needed to be the crown prince.