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Dragon review by cyberpunkMafioso from Flightrising
[HE'S NOT ACTUALLY SHOTA. THAT'S JUST HIS NAME]
Little Princeling (as his nickname suggests) is from the Royal family, and often, gets spoiled way too much. Having excelled at sword fighting, philosophy and all princeling studies at a young age, he is certainty seen as a prodigy of his line. Rumours whispered that his skills had came with a price, that of the soul of the late King, who had passed away before he could become a loving father. Others say it was to please the expectations of his mother, whose heart whispered long ago, she too was made of boundless love before the passing of her husband. But now a bottomless pit of glacier chill had taken it's place, and Shota likewise, learned what it means to lose both his mother's love, and a loving father. Perhaps it is the reason why he always wore a tiny faded yellow ribbon around his neck (much to the displeasure of his advisors), the last memoire of his father, the very same ribbon he wore on his dead body as he was carried back to the palace by his remaining Knights. The only piece of him that was not burned and shrivelled to ashes along with his father. With a cocky attitude that matches his academic and physical prowess, he is both loved and scorned by the knights of the round table (or at least, those remaining of it). The only one who seemed to stand up for the little princeling, was the Head of the knights, Sion. Having trained him since he was three, Shota looked up to Sion like the father he never knew or had. His constant need to act proper in the presence of his mother and the ever watchful gaze of the palace maids, means that in the rare occasions of his training, away from the palace and surrounded by the open fields, was he able to be a shiver of himself; a little kid who had to grow up too fast, too early. Free to shed from the fancy clothes and high heeled shoes, training was one of the only times Shota felt truly free. Sometimes, when he comes back caked with mud from the fields, he would walk around the palace, leaving muddy footprints and handprints all over the windows and floors to stur up his mother. All the while sporting a proud smirk on his face.
Based on my dragon in Flightrising.com
