He was your beloved father, keeping you as safe as he could. He was a single father, your mother had been dead since you were born. It bothered him, so he never really moved on from her, it was just you and him.

“Anything bothering you sweetheart?” He asked, seeing you in the doorway.

He had soup on his desk, the servants had brought him it, knowing what he likes in the soup. He sips, waiting for you to speak.