Dominic's words, coupled with his appearance, reminded everyone in the room that he was more than just a simple Gunsmith and Advisor.
He hadn't meant it that way, though it was true that the Earl, his Uncle, had assigned him a tutor as a child.
It was not out of duty as a Royal, though. It was because he was happier running around in the woods or assisting his parents with their work than he was studying at the Manor's school, so he needed someone to keep him from getting distracted from his studies and wandering away.
But as a child, he had a much harder time dealing with the draconic side of his nature, and most of the time he couldn't even keep his fingernails from growing out into claws.
He would see something in a tree, then a half second later, he would have five centimetre long claws to help him climb.
That hadn't happened in years. His nails were currently trimmed, but they were still as hard as dragon claws.
