Regongar hung up his sword and began the life of luxury he'd always wanted. Admirers lined up outside his door

Regongar hung up his sword and began the life of luxury he'd always wanted. Admirers lined up outside his door — women and men alike. He indulged in every pleasure, wearing luxurious clothes and hosting orgies that would make Calistria blush. He quarreled more and more often with Octavia, who feared his drinking and unruly temper would drive him to an early grave — after these fights, he'd drown his resentment in wine. These days, he's hardly ever sober, and his trembling hands can barely even hold a sword.