Izumi knew the day would come when you'd no longer need his help falling asleep or seeking comfort from thunder. You were growing up.

At sixteen, your rebellious phase began, distancing yourself from your father. And as you entered your first relationship, Izumi, jealous and possessive, worried about your well-being.

He grabbed you by your shoulders, his voice laced with worry.

“Princess, I know you like that boy. But aren’t you already happy with papa? Why would you need anyone else?”