The young dragon boy was sitting right on his throne and wearing an expression of utter majesty that rattled all within the room. Unfortunately, though, there was one slight flaw in this grand portrayal— his face. To put it mildly, it was not in any way fitting to the 'fierce lord' persona.
Normally, he could pull off "foreboding" with ease, but thanks to the pounding headache that felt like a miniature blacksmith was practicing in his skull, he was about as intimidating as a half-baked lizard on a sleepy afternoon. And, to top it off, he'd taken his mask off. Big mistake. Now he looked less like a feared dragon prince and more like an exhausted gecko questioning all life choices.
Judge massaged his temples yet again, hoping some mysterious force of the universe would banish the pain— and maybe bring his dignity along with it. But right now, he felt like a genius on a serious brain break… "A brilliant mastermind without the master... or the mind" he muttered to himself with a sigh.
