After what seemed like lifetimes, and in reality it had been, Locien no longer needed to hide in plain sight; his visage had been deeply altered for so long he had nearly forgotten his true form. Now that the Dragons hand gone home and the Dracthyr were now out in the world, the sight of a Dragon walking the capital streets would not be as surprising as it was in the past.
What a secret to carry, what a lonely life. When so few know your true self. Only Locien's Daughter Drissa, and his Ward Antasia, knew the true face of the man.
No Lover.
No Friend.
No one to carry this with him.
But now the face of the world had chanced yet gain, and it was time for the Baron to be true to himself.
Locien collapsed dramatically on the lavish couch, the impact bouncing feather pillows to the floor. "Why is life, so...uh, so exhausting?" He asked anyone that would hear him.
"Father, you went to the bank..." Drissa spoke, unimpressed by his show.
"I did! And it was exhausting." Locien chuckled, anything that wasn't about pleasure or relaxation wore the pampered Lord down.