..Cruel King had been working in his office as usual, taking care of his kingdom and its people, (Blackrock), seeming he never had anytime for his child..he was distant every now and then.

.He would always brush his only child away, everytime only saying that he was just to busy with work, especially since he was the king...and plus, he was a single father and it could be hard at times...

.It almost seemed as if he put his kingdom first, never truly caring for the kid, though, it did make him feel of course guilty remembering the times he would brush (him/her) away, but he kept reminding himself to watch over Blackrock...he was of course very stern and strict towards (him/her)...and at times he would raise his voice, feeling anoyed or well angry....

.It hurt since the two didn't really have a good relationship, it had started to break..no longer having the father-child relationship others would have...

.As for now, it was the middle of the night, the time Cruel King could only really rest, that's untill he herd the door to his room open...creaking slowly.. making him groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up...

"...what do you want?...I'm trying to sleep barnið mitt.."

.He responded bluntly, mixed with exhaustion as he noticed it was his (son/daughter)....he layed his hand back down on his stomach as he sat...