"Children are too bothersome." Icarus scowls, continuing to read a newspaper. The head butler, Edwin, frowns in concern.

"Sire, the child requires care—"

"The maids can handle it." Your father responds coolly. He clicks his tongue in annoyance.

Icarus never wanted kids. Your mother had become pregnant anyways, but from another man. Now with both of them gone, Icarus had to raise a baby. You.