A/N: Alright, I finally got the second chapter out. I really had a lot of fun writing this one, considering the topic. Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy the newest chapter of "The Imperial Daddy"!

Inga was a man who came off as a man who feared nothing. Defense attorneys? Stamped them out, both literally and figuratively, thanks to the Defense Culpability Act. Dhurke and his Defiant Dragons? Inga spit on them as his secret police thinned their numbers and broke their spirits. Ga'ran's inhuman sex drive, dominatrix fetish, and wizard's sleeve as cold as her personality? Okay, that last one genuinely terrified Inga to his very core and resulted in too many night terrors to count- but that was a secret to everyone; though there was another thing that filled Inga with dread and angst, something that had haunted him since the day that he first laid eyes on his daughter, an evil more powerful and relentless than 10,000 Defiant Dragons combined: teenage boys.

That's right, the one fear shared by all fathers of daughters- disrespectful, odorous man-children-things with greasy, Cheeto-covered fingers and rat-moustaches bent on stealing their little girls' flowers before casting them off to the side like yesterday's trash. Inga could just imagine Dhurke, sitting on a throne of briars and human skulls, gazing upon his army of adolescent males and ordering them to take flight with their demon wings and take his beloved Rayfa away from him.

That's why ever since Rayfa turned 13, Inga had made it a point to station his secret police to guard all possible entrance points to the palace, in conjunction with the normal guards, to apprehend any teenaged boys encroaching on the grounds and alert him to their presence. If any snot-nosed punk wanted to make a move on the daughter of Inga Karkhuul Khura'in, they'd have to get passed his army of highly-trained officers first! Yes, with his police at the ready, Inga was sure that no boy would even think about looking in the same direction as his little girl- that is, until two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon when he received a call from some of his officers reporting that they captured a young boy.

Upon hearing this news, Inga lividly threw down the papers that he was working on with a huff before being driven back to the palace, only to find upon arrival the officers who had called him earlier holding their guns to the head of a small, trembling boy wearing a white robe with a thin, light-blue coat over it, a beige bag covered with painted brown, orange, and green diamonds over his shoulder, and a tall, circular hat with the same design as his bag that partially covered his dark-brown hair.

"So boy, what are you doing wandering around the Royal Palace?" Inga sneered, leaning slightly forward as he gritted his teeth on his stamp in a show of authority.

The boy's posture stiffened like an arrow, his already-established terror compounded by the fearsome Minister of Justice glowering at him with a glare that could cut through steel. "I'm a monk-in-training who's planning a tour for the surrounding area. You see, Minister Inga, I'm also a tour guide who wishes-"

"To claim my daughter as if she was some trophy!?" Inga angrily interjected, his nostrils starting to flare.

"N… No, sir! I would never-" The boy stated with wide eyes, only to be interrupted by Inga again.

"What's your name, boy?" Inga snarled.

"A-Ahlbi Ur'gaid, sir." Ahlbi meekly stated as fast as the sentence could come out of his mouth.

"Ahlbi, as in Al, Al Pacino? Are you some punk whose gonna break my Rayfa like a TV after you've had your way with her!?"

"Had my way with her? What does that mean, sir?" Ahlbi asked as he cocked his head in confusion.

"Don't play dumb with me, Ahlbi! You know full well what it means: churning butter, the horizontal happy dance, feeding the kitty, having sex with and defiling my daughter!" Inga yelled.

"What's sex?" Ahlbi asked.

"Don't be flip with me, mini-monk, or I swear to the Holy Mother...!" Inga raised his fist in preparation to slam it down upon the young boy's head.

"But I'm only eight! There's lots of stuff that I don't know about!" Ahlbi objected.

"Oh, please! I may look it, but I was once your age, so I know what sick, perverted thoughts are swimming through your mind and that's why you won't even so much as hold my daughter's hand while I'm still kicking." Inga proclaims.

"Eww! Holding hands with a girl? That's gross!" Ahlbi winced at the thought of being romantic with a girl, as all young boys his age do.

"What!? You think that Rayfa's not good enough for you? Is that what you're telling me? That MY daughter, the crown princess of Khura'in, is not worthy of your time! Because I will have you know, mini-monk, that my daughter is the loveliest young woman in the entire world!" Inga yelled, his face as red as a ripe tomatoe.

"N-No! I think that Her Benevolence is a beautiful woman, honest! It's just-"

"Oh, so you admit that you want to molest my baby girl… AHHLLLBIIIIII…!?" Inga growled in a low tone as he bent down to look into the boy's terrified eyes with his steely gaze, getting within inches of Ahlbi's face.

Ahlbi started vigorously shaking his head. "No, sir! Not at all! I'd never even think of treating her like that!"

"Oh, so you think my think that my daughter's ugly!?" Inga yelled as his eyes went wide, ready to pounce on this whelp for even daring to think badly of his precious Rayfa.

"NOOOO!" Ahlbi screamed, tears welling up in his eyes as he realized all too late that there was no way of wining against Papa Bear, and that all he could do was stand there and take what was being thrown at him.

"Well, what is it, mini-monk? Are you attracted to Rayfa or not!?" Inga snarled.

"I don't know anymore...!" Ahlbi wailed, clutching his bag like one would a teddy bear, tears flowing down his reddened cheeks.

"Well you better tell me quickly," Inga snapped his fingers, summoning a servant holding his stack of execution papers, which he then proceeded to stamp in quick succession, like a machine, with a half-scowl, half-smile on his face. "Or I'll be sendin' you on a one-way trip to the Twilight Realm!"

At this point, even the two secret police officers, who had stopped holding Ahlbi at gunpoint since the mention of Al Pacino, who had sworn their eternal loyalty to Inga, were starting to feel sorry for the poor boy; but they knew that if they spoke up, they'd be the next entries on the execution list.

"What do you WANT me to do!?" Ahlbi screeched at the top of his lungs in a whinny, high-pitched voice as his entire body started to violently shake like a leaf in the wind.

"Simple. I don't want you to ever think of even EXISTING within 100 feet of my daughter; and if I see any signs otherwise, I'll dedicate my life's work to ensuring that everything you hold dear in this world is violently ripped from your hands and destroyed before your very eyes before killing you in a slow and painful fashion! Then, I'll have Her Eminence send a message to the Holy Mother to bring you back to life every time that you die so that I can have you killed again and again and again an endless cycle of pain and misery. And you may think that once I'm dead, you'll be off the hook, right? WRONG! I'd have Her Eminence tell the Holy Mother ahead of time to bring me back to life every time that I die so that I can torture you for all eternity! Do I make myself clear, Ahl-ahl-ahl-Ahlbi…!?"

For a few seconds of awkward silence, which felt like eternity, Ahlbi, with sweat dripping down his face, just stared at Inga like a deer in headlights before turning around and hightailed it away from the Minister of Justice as fast as he could as his wails of terror filled the air.

"Uh, Minister Inga…" Inga turns to one of his two now-rattled officers, who were now shaking in their boots like wee children. "We have things covered here, so if you wish to head back out-"

"No," Inga returned his stamp to his mouth, where it was once more clenched by his jaw. "That brat made me too upset to go back out, so I'm gonna resume my work in my private quarters. You two keep up the good work and don't hesitate to call me if there's any more trouble, understood?"

The officers saluted Inga. "Yes, sir!"

After spending about 30 minutes in his private quarters, Inga could not seem to get any work done if his life depended on it. It wasn't as if he didn't want to- which in all honesty he didn't- he just couldn't get his mind off that brat, Ahlbi. What if he was only a taste of what's to come? Who was to say that the next boy that came by wouldn't be bigger, or stronger, or some crazed rebel in disguise? It wasn't like the good old days when the king and queen could pick the boy that their daughter married and everything turned out fine- nowadays, there were plenty of horror stories floating around about royal children marrying common folks. Inga couldn't risk his baby girl falling in love with and running off with some Defiant Dragon, or worse, some gaudy, infeminant rock star like that Klavier Gavin punk who was so popular in the States; what with his fake spray tan, loud, obnoxious motorcycle, and long hair that probably took all day to wash.

No, Inga had decided to put his foot down and establish an official list of rules so that the likes of Ahlbi and Klavier would be shaking in their boots at the mere mention of Rayfa's name; but Inga was never the law writer in the family- a duty falling upon his ice queen of a wife. So that was how for the second time during fatherhood, Inga resorted to using the internet for parenting advice.

Upon logging onto Google, Inga immediately typed in 'rules for dating my daughter', and upon seeing the first result, a large, diabolical grin spread across his face.

"Yes…" Inga sneered. "This is just what the Minister of Justice ordered…"

Nahyuta never liked it when Inga would call him to his private quarters due to the man's tendency of flying off the handle at any given moment, especially regarding Rayfa; not to mention, the place had a strange smell, one that could only be described as lemon and peppermint blended together in a septic tank, that would make Nahyuta sick to his stomach.

After saying a quick prayer to the Holy Mother to give him strength, Nahyuta opened the door to Inga's private quarters, where, much to his surprise, Inga was sitting back in his custom-made chair with a smug look on his face.

"You wanted to see me, Minister Inga?" Nahyuta calmly asked as he squeezed his rosary behind his back in fear of what would come out of the man's mouth.

"Yes, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. You see, as Khura'in's top prosecutor and a man who knows much about emotional control, I thought you'd be the perfect person to read over some rules that I'm considering making into laws.

"And just what kind of rules do you want me to look over?"

Inga pulled out a packet of papers before handing them to Nahyuta. "They're rules pertaining to dating Rayfa. Go on, read 'em over and don't be afraid to say 'em out loud!" Inga chuckled with a proud grin on his face.

Holy Mother help me… "Rule number one: You do not touch my daughter in front of me or glance at her below the neck. If you fail to keep your hands and/or eyes off my daughter, I will remove them by force."

"Rule number two: If you wear your pants down low like some wannabe street punk, I'll tear them off and have you sentenced to life in prison for indecent exposure."

"Rule number three: Once you start to date my daughter, you are to only date her and no one else until she comes to her senses and realizes that you're not worth her time before throwing you to the curb. If you make my daughter cry, I will make you disappear. I'm serious; I have an entire police force to dispose of you with and an entire country's worth of land to hide your body in. Remember, kid, I'm the Minister of Justice and I WILL have justice."

"Rule number four: The following places are inappropriate for a date with my daughter: anywhere that is dark, movies with a romantic theme, and/or any places with happiness. However, the following places are appropriate: Game night at High Priest Tahrust Inmee's home, a visit to the police station, and/or anywhere that is within a 20 feet radius of my wife."

"Rule number five: I'm sure that you've been told that sex without any form of barrier method will kill you. Allow me to elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and if I catch you trying to do anything with my daughter, I will force you to watch a sex tape of me with my wife, which, trust me on this one, will make you want to kill yourself."

"Rule number six: As you stand outside the palace, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. My daughter is getting ready, a process that can take longer than building Amara's Tomb; so instead of just standing there, why don't you make yourself useful, like telling me all you know about Dhurke and his Defiant Dragons."

"Rule number seven: When I ask you when my daughter will be back at the palace, you will respond with 'early' and keep to that promise; otherwise, you'll be arriving at the Twilight Realm early, if you catch my drift."

"Rule number eight: If you remove my daughter's robe from her body, I will remove your soul from yours."

"Rule number nine: Be afraid; be very afraid. Given the current terror threat that is the Defiant Dragons, it takes very little for me to mistake the sound of a car pulling up to the palace or loud, sloppy footsteps for Dhurke and his goons staging an attack. As such, when you return to the palace with my daughter, slowly approach the entrance with your hands in plain sight, announce in a loud, clear, respectful tone that you have brought my daughter home safely, and quickly return from what foul pit that you crawled out from."

"Rule number ten…" Nahyuta raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Rule number ten: If you're name is Ahlbi Ur'gaid, don't even bother trying; because if you do, I will be true to my threats and much more...? Minister Inga, who is Ahlbi Ur'gaid and what drove you to single him out?"

"That's a story for another time, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. So, are those rules an act of brilliance or what?" Inga smirked.

"Minister Inga, I-"

"Think they're great? Good! Take those papers to my wife and have her make 'em into laws. And if she refuses to do it, tell her that I'll do the…Twirl 'n Swirl tonight…" Inga said with a bit of hesitation at the last part.

"*sigh* Yes, Minister Inga." Nahyuta replied as left Inga's private quarters.

A few hours later, Inga was busy writing in his notepad, the newest contents reading: Ahlbi Ur'gaid: Stupid hat. Stupid hair. Stupid blue robe. Stupid, whinny voice., when he was interrupted by Rayfa, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, entering his private quarters.

"Hello, Father!" Rayfa chirped as she ran over to Inga, who was still seated, and squeezed his shoulders in a hug.

"Ah, Rayfa! I-" Inga's eyes widened into the size of saucers, the color draining from his face, at the sight of the bouquet in his daughter's hand. "Rayfa… who gave you that bouquet?"

Rayfa glanced at the flowers in her hand. "Oh, these? No one gave them to me…"

Inga breathed a sigh of relief.

"I bought them so that I could give them to the handsomest man that I know!" Rayfa cheerfully stated, causing Inga's face to redden.

"Who! Who are you seeing? Is it that punk Ahlbi!? I knew that boy was trouble from the moment that I laid eyes on him!" Inga bellowed.

"You've got it wrong, Father! I-"

Inga pulled out his cellphone and dialed in a number before yelling his orders to the person on the other end.

"This is Minister Inga! I want Alpha Squad to burn down the home of a brat named Ahlbi Ur'gaid! Oh, and make sure to plant a Defiant Dragon's armband on the premise when you've finished the deed. That way, we'll kill two birds with one stone!" Inga sneered as he ended the call. "There, Rayfa. Problem solved!"

"What problem, Father? I don't know anyone named Ahlbi."

"Then who are those flowers for?"

"Like I said, Father, they're for the handsomest man that I know: you!" Rayfa beamed as she handed the flowers to her father, who burst out laughing at the gesture.

"Can't say that I can fault you on that, dear. Now come here and sit on your father's lap…" Inga patted his leg, which Rayfa quickly complied with as her father brought her in close for a hug.

"Rayfa, can you do me a favor?" Inga whispered in a soft tone.

"Yes, Father?"

"Promise me that you'll never date until you're 30… or at least never date Ahlbi Ur'gaid."

"Yes, Father. I promise…"

A/N: Inga's list of rules for dating Rayfa was based off the "Ten Simple Rules for Dating My Daughter" article online. If you want to see the actual list for yourself, type the phrase that Inga used in the story, "rules for dating my daughter", into your search engine and it should be the first link.

If it isn't obvious, I hate Ahlbi with a burning passion; mostly due to the fact that, in my personal opinion, he comes off as a more high-strung version of Maya (if such a thing is even possible) that is obsessed with tours and going Zinc Lablanc II on us with his desire for profits. I can say that there are good moments with Ahlbi, such as the incident with Edgeworth and Shah'do, but they are not enough to quell the rage in my heart whenever that brat comes on the scene. If you do like Ahlbi, then more power to you, enjoy him to your heart's content. I have nothing against you.