Berengar sat in his office with a stern expression on his face as he rested his chin on his folded hands. In front of him was his eldest child, Hans von Kufstein, who had a nervous expression on his face. Berengar had been meaning to talk to the boy for a while, following the stunt he pulled in his school. However, his schedule had been dreadfully busy, and because of that, he had waited well over a week to have this conversation.
Hans was squirming in his seat. The only thing that frightened him more than his mother when she was angry was his father. He was aware of why he was sitting here across from the world's most powerful tyrant and took a deep breath to calm himself before listening to his father's scolding.
"You know why you are here, don't you, Hans?"
The boy remained silent as he nodded his head in agreement, signalling his father to continue his lecture.