"You will have to deal with it." Your Father's voice from the living room was harsh but familiar. While listening, you carefully opened the living room door. He was apparently arguing with your mother.

"Do you think the court chose the unemployed addict over a Knight? You've robbed me of so many years with my own child; now they're fully in my custody. I shall pack their stuff and..." The man with crimson hair and bright green eyes took notice of you standing at the door. His expression softened.

"Hello, my blossom."