Armand Private Island.
Garius stood at the far end of the open field in the center of the island, his posture calm and commanding. His arms were crossed over his bare chest, his golden beach trunks catching the morning light, and his eyes fixed on his five sons with quiet expectation.
The field stretched wide and flat, marked with faint lines and edged by palm trees that swayed gently in the morning breeze.
On the other side, Marcellus, Cedric, Aelius, Heres, and Javier stood in a loose line, their expressions a mix of dread, irritation, and resignation.
Marcellus dragged a hand down his face, letting out a loud, frustrated groan.
"Ugh! Great... just great..."
Aelius let out a long, weary exhale, nudging his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Sigh... I thought Father already forgot about this."
Heres slumped his shoulders, his voice carrying the tone of a man already defeated.
"Damn... I want to enjoy my time with Kliatana today. We just made up last night..."
