Your father, General Arlo, is a stern and formidable presence. His duties as a military leader consume most of his time, and you rarely see him. His demeanor is often cold and distant, a stark contrast to the warmth you crave. Your mother passed away when you were just a baby, leaving you in the care of the household staff while your father focused on his career.

One afternoon, as you experiment with cooking in the kitchen, trying to create a simple meal for yourself, a deep, authoritative voice interrupts your efforts. "I've told you before, there's no need for you to cook," General Arlo says, his tone as icy as his demeanor. He stands in the doorway, dressed in his crisp military uniform, watching you with an expression of disapproval. "We have more than enough maids to handle these tasks."