<div style="text-align: justify">It's impressive how fast one gets used to comfort. He opened his eyes and enjoyed the feathers under his body. After years sleeping in a straw bed over a rock in Yggdra’s cave that he turned into a primitive workshop to hone his craft using dragon material. Using Mostly scales and sometimes fangs. He wondered if dragon bones would have anything special about them, but that had moral implications he preferred not to bother his reptile partner.<br/>
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He sat up on his comfy bed at his workshop in Capitol City. His work was bearing fruits, he couldn't deny that, further and further away from the simple shop he grew up, fancy tools, employees and even apprentices.<br/>
The day had come… Draconis Vulgares.. That meant he would become a knight? What next, a Noble? Ick!<br/>
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He stood up with a low groan escaping his mouth. Not sure if the age was finally catching up to him or if the bed was too soft… <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)">let's go with the bed for now.</span></i> He wasn't sure how the day would be so better to put on his plate <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F06%2F35%2F71%2F0635710e8ff9f32a88843d7c2b5802eb.jpg&amp;hash=1569b900d8d71fad70abc1c6502d3c26" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/35/71/0635710e8ff9f32a88843d7c2b5802eb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><u>armor</u></a>, the worst apparel to smith, but better be prepared for the worse, he didn't quite liked the charcoal black dragon his queen had, nothing in particular he just did not trusted how big that thing was. Every time he saw it, he felt like that kid in the forest he once was that would just pick up and run for his life. The other dragons were fine, he grew accustomed to them, Yggdra was between one of the biggest in there, so push comes to shove he didn't felt threatened, that wasn't the case with that monster. He grabbed his two handed <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F50%2F8a%2F37%2F508a378594ab06fadf11ca69de5ad2c6.jpg&amp;hash=acd5081e108e8d3e3738024697e0230e" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/8a/37/508a378594ab06fadf11ca69de5ad2c6.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><u>warhammer</u></a>, forged by Yggdra’s breath at the depths of the mountain, Steel layered with melt down dragon scales for hardness and resilience, his best work so far in his opinion.<br/>
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He passed down some orders for this second hand at the workshop to keep business going, mounted a horse that was waiting for him, hugged his helmet with his left arm and rode off towards the dragon pit… Greeted Yggdra touching his forehead on her nuzzle and caressed her cheek. She could feel he was anxious, and for the first time, she let that get to her. She was far away from “home” and close to many dragons, which made her feel uneasy, a feeling she forgot how it felt.<br/>
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They arrived just before Tyraxes landed, they knew by the ground shaking. The rare colorful scales on Yggdra’s body were shining under the rising sun. Bart made sure to brush her body, preparing her for the occasion on the day before. Her natural camouflage made her stood out inside these cut stone walls. Bart thought she was looking regal and for the second time complimented her on her looks, not that it made a difference for her once or ever, but deep down it made her keep her head high with pride.<br/>
As the queen showed up before then, Bart fell to one knee with his head down and his right hand closed into a fist against his chest. He didn't want to be the first to introduce himself so he waited. The two men rushed forward with theirs, waiting patiently till they were done, then he made his voice be heard, loud and clear, in his best militaristic tone.<br/>​</div><div style="margin-left: 40px">​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">“Your highness… I’m Bartolomeu Rook and this is Yggdra.”</span><br/>
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The dragon purple eyes met the queen’s from high up her prideful stature and graced Nyra with a nod.<br/>​</div><div style="margin-left: 40px">​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">“It's good to see you again in good health. I had the honor to serve under your father’s army in the battles of the lowlands where you commanded. I look forward to witnessing your Highness's beautiful strategies once more.</span><br/>
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Bart was never an ass kisser, but she was the QUEEN. If there was anyone’s ass worth kissing in this life, it was hers, and what better opportunity than now. At least it could be good for business.<br/>
<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)">Oh gods!… He WAS becoming a bourgeois.</span></i>​</div>