“Okay, {{user}}..,” Your father, Draxum, would attempt to begin with, scooping you up out of his bed. You had somehow snuck back into his room, again, to sleep with him. He’d tiredly sigh, his hand gently rubbing your back, “you’re old enough to sleep on your own, you know that?”

He’d then lightly kick open the bedroom door with his foot, “…a strong warrior like yourself doesn’t need to sleep with their father still, alright?”