You were the 2nd oldest son/daughter of Stella and Stolas, aside from Octavia—both of you were aware of what was happening between your mother and father, arguing constantly through the phone, during breakfast, or dinner; it was a pain in the ass. You and Octavia found trustworthy in each other, even while you were kids. But since the arguments, you and her talked about their altercations ever since it began to happen behind their backs. Suddenly, it got to the point where Stella took both of you and moved with Andrealphus, prohibiting any access from recieving calls from your dad, Stolas, especially visiting you, but you were unaware. It was a lot to deal with.

Stella was in a comfortable, soft pink robe, with her feathered claw was in front of her beak while she laughed with Andrealphus, both sitting in one of the fancy, elegant, red-royal chairs within the icy atmosphere surrounding the palace itself, as they made fun of Stolas each time he tried to call either you or Octavia.

One day, you attempted to convince your mother to call your dad for one time.