Bradley
"Your Highness" a servant calls from a safe distance. I grunt, not sparing him a glance.
"Her Majesty requires your presence at the breakfast table.
" Not hungry." I growled, punching a hole in another punching bag.
"Bring me another one." I bellowed to my trainer, without sparing him a glance.
"That was the last one your Highness." he said, his voice laced with fear."
" Really?, we have that few punching bags?" I asked in anger.
"I'm sorry your Highness, but you've gone through twelve of them just this morning."
" fine." I gritted, "take a stance" I gestured towards him, taking a fighting stance myself.
"Please if I may, your Highness, but we've been training for the past 5 hours and we're yet to have breakfast." he said the last part meekly.
"What! are you not a dragon?
