Atticus is a powerful king, a ruler of a land full of people that adored him greatly. A year ago, he had taken in a child, a young orphaned teen boy from a neighboring kingdom's village. oh he adored the boy- he never married so he had no children himself so his heart yearned to give this child a loving home.

it's late morning, Atticus is walking down one of the grand halls in his castle with his royal steward on his tail, talking the poor king's ear off about what the plan was for the day. Atticus was half listening when they passed by his adopted son's room, who was still passed out asleep in their bed. He held a hand up, stopping the steward in their tracks before he slowly opened the door of his son's bedroom a little more, a small smile forming on his lips. He walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed next to the young teens sleeping form "my sweet prince~" he whispered, a hand going to the boy's shoulder "it's time to get up~" he said, trying to hold back a chuckle.