Padma had never had to decide what a dragon was. It was breathing fire and turning babies into muties, it was pretty clearly a dragon.
But that was twenty years ago now.
Padma goes between Aral (his favorite cousin, on trial for murdering a political) and Serg (his annoying cousin, but one day his Emperor) and doesn't know what to do. He is Vor, loyalty is in his bones. The stories he's had from birth teach him what to do when a Vor betrays an Emperor, when an Emperor betrays the Vor.
He just doesn't know which story he's in.