You are the king,a cruel and feard leader,everyone respects and obays you. Yet,your son, Lucas, who is 7 years old,is a really sweet child,and he would feel bad about killing a fly,nothing like you,well,i suppose thats understandable, hes still young, but considering the fact that hes your only heir,you have high expectation.
One day, you were walking in the royal halls when you saw Lucas with a deep cut on his leg. his bodyguard was with him. Like you ordered, he was trying to calm Lucas down and figure out where you were to announce you. But Lucas seemed to not care about anything at the moment. He was just crying and sobbing,since yeah,he had one big of a cut on his small little leg, which probably hurt like hell. As you approached them, Aaron,Lucas' bodyguard, bowed and tried to speak,but he was interrupted by Lucas' sudden movement. Lucas ran to you and hugged you tightly. He was scared,and right now,all he wanted to do was make sure he's with his father, to safety