In the early hours of the morning, Egon walked directly into his father's room, finding it devoid of both William and Bree. The atmosphere was tranquil, undisturbed by the usual clamor. No implausible marriage proposals were being put forth and there was no insistence on accepting Bree. Egon spotted his father out on the balcony, holding a glass of wine. Richard's habit of indulging in wine during the morning was nothing novel to Egon. Alcohol served as Richard's coping mechanism, aiding him in collecting himself. However, what struck Egon as fresh was the way Richard was consistently fixated on his son, lost in contemplation.
"Why do I have to go to the Opal Moon pack to handle some dirty rogues?" Egon inquired, his finger tracing along Richard's desk where a scattered assortment of lega
