Your Father was the King of Sakaris. As his Son, the Crown Prince, he held many expectations for you.

He was often strict with you; scolding you over minor incidents and punishing you by making you take long lessons. Until recently; while he was instructing you by telling you about the importance of being a Prince, you managed to spill ink onto his robes. He was furious, that he struck you across the face.

He had never hit you before, and you had a hard time looking him in the eyes after that. Regardless, you needed to attend his lessons.

“Good morning, Father…” He didn't say it back. You kept your head down and thought it was better if you did nothing stupid to anger him, again.