A 'phoenix' and a dragon (Boyxboy)

-First impression-

Yao Yue was brought to an insanely spacious room. He gasped at just how.... 'royal' everything was. He wasn't used to this kind of luxurious environment.

"This," the eunuch didn't need to say, "is your room."

Already, Yao Yue wanted to go and touch everything in this room- his room. Such expensive wood this table was made from... The couch and closet were both made from equally expensive hardwood as well.... And oh, he was positively giggly about sleeping in his bed right now.

"Your lesson starts now."

"Eh?" he turned round to face the eunuch. "Lesson?" he articulated confusedly.

The eunuch said no more and simply bowed as he stepped out of the room.

"Ah! Wait! What lesson are you talking about?"

The new prince didn't receive any answer but would find out soon enough when a maid appeared; followed by this old man. Yao Yue didn't take long to notice she had a tray in her hands. And on the tray, were a bowl of rice, some vegetables and meat.

MEAT!

Rarely did he get to eat meat when he lived in the skies. And right in front of him, on the first day, was a platter of meat. This certainly heightened his impression of the dragon palace.

Seeing the carnivorous glint, the old man gruffly told him to sit down at the table. Yao Yue did as told, obedient and excited at the same time. He was damn hungry now for some delicious dragon cooking. He watched, quivering, as the maid set the tray down with so much unnecessary grace. What's the need to slow down time in the face of food? Once she moved away, yes or no, he forgot his manners and snagged the chopsticks.

The next thing he knew, a dull ache blossomed from his left hand. Due to the sudden shock and pain, his gripped loosened and the chopsticks dropped and rolled onto the floor.

Odd, he looked at that (now suspicious looking) old man and then to the maid. They both looked like they hadn't moved at all. Brushing it off as his imagination, he bent down and picked up his chopsticks.

The moment he sat up straight again, the same hard whack was felt again on his left hand.

Yao Yue had this sinking suspicion that it WAS that old man's doing. He bent down and picked up his chopsticks for the second time but this time also, he held it firmly. Right as he back was upright again, the sore hand was whacked again. Twice.

But AHA! He caught this old turtle with his own eyes whacking his knuckles with a fan!

"You hit me with a fan!" he said with all the annoyance he could convey and he certainly conveyed it perfectly.

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

The old man's wrinkled forehead and his hand connected.

"You are a dragon. Use your right hand."

"I'm sorry?" Yao Yue raised his voice. First he received blows from a wooden fan and now he finds out this is the reason? "What's wrong with using my left hand?"

Before he knew it, that stupid old turtle drove the hilt of the fan onto the already pained knuckles of his hand. It happened so fast Yao Yue realized it a few seconds only after he heard his own palm smash against the (why?) hardwood table.

"Ow! AH! AH!!!!"

"Not only are you stupid and un-teachable, you are rude as well!" He then lifted released Yao Yue to nurse his trembling hand.