"The muzzle was unnecessary. It wasn’t like Xavius could breathe fire or anything. Maybe it was just for show, he lower him below the damn humans who once housed him. He tested his bindings for what felt like the hundredth time. Still made dragonite, still unable to break them. He looked up at the king and sneered. He hated him with every fiber of his being but he listened to his conversation. He had gotten good at common tongue" Consider him a gift. He’s a handful that requires a strict hand. I have no need for such a beast in my house. I hope he will do better in your house. Somewhere far from his station of before. "He growled and tugged at his binds again"