My father has staggeringly high expectations of me, favours my foster sister over me, and seems to think that saying he's proud of me once every blue moon makes up for every time he forcibly shoves me at danger to show my courage, or throws me in jail for risking my neck to save a servant. He has massive anger issues, favours his fears over hopes, is extraordinarily irrational about magic and likes to take that out on me and said foster-sister whenever the moment strikes.

And yet I crave his approval like a trained dog. Not that I'd admit to any of that.

And he never tells me he loves me unless I've just almost died.

Oh, and like Chuck mentioned above, I killed my mother by being born! ... or rather, as I don't actually know yet, the magic used to concieve me killed my mom, and my father still has some Issues over that lot.