Waylon
Watching the king’s eyes in action was interesting to him, because he always worked on his own if he was off to complete a task, though he’d stopped taking his father’s orders long ago unless they suited himself. He would not play the game of politics just so his father could gain more power for himself. That would eventually go to one of his half siblings.
Only if there was a proper investigation that would lead to an outcome that benefited the dragon realm would he get involved in anything back home nowadays. It disappointed his father to no end and 50 years ago he’d yelled and ranted about taking that rank from him.
Waylon had simply taken the cloak off and held it out to him. “Find someone else to do the job,” he’d stated, uncaring of holding the title. If he didn't hold it,
