A few hours later, after the ceremony was over. Ozia's guests had all been well fed and the little details that had to be settled in the background were taken care of.
Ozia, fortunately, did not have to worry that his son and the other children would cause trouble on this day. They were not like him and his siblings after all.
His son was bipolar in the truest sense but he understood that there were consequences for some things.
He was not like the young Ozia and his brothers. Actually, Ozia was the troublesome one, how brothers only got in trouble because they were around him.
In a way, that version of Ozia was still there. Arrogant, absolutely disdainful of everything around him, and an ego that only feared his father and the power to back it up.
Those traits were still there. But Ozia had learned the art of masking his intention and just looking calm.
One habit that Oiza never let go of was his strange sexual fetish.
