Berengar sat in his study with only his eldest son to keep him company. There was an awkward atmosphere as the two of them remained silent, too afraid to broach the subject that needed to be discussed. After drinking nearly three beers, Berengar finally decided he could avoid the question no longer and swiftly inquired about it.
"How long?"
A shiver went down Hans' spine as he heard his father's crass tone. Naturally, he felt as if he was in the most trouble of his life and thus he looked away as he gave the man an honest answer.
"About a year..."
Berengar silently nodded his head while glaring at his son. His distant gaze pierced through the boy's heart, and froze him in place. After another few moments of awkwardness, he posed the next question that was on his mind.
"What about the others?"
Hans could no longer endure his father's icy gaze, and was quick to reveal everything that had transpired between himself and his fiancees.
