glancing at his apprentice.
On the other side, the view was also startling. There were towers on either side of the gate, and a parapet ran along the entire wall, the existence of which could not be suspected just by observing everything from the road, as well as the guards positioned on it. Draco realised that he found himself not in the typical mansion of a wealthy mage but in a fortress manned by a private army. He was surprised by this fact.
Beyond the gate was a strip of empty space several metres long, and beyond that began a well-maintained park, which was probably an indispensable part of an estate of this type, though it was surprising to some that Atlantean citizens living deep underwater loved gardens and parks. Draco looked at everything in silence and surveyed every bit of the grounds trying to remember as much as possible. They walked in silence and Darius did not disturb his pupil from admiring his new home.
As soon as they emerged from the small park surrounding the estate they found themselves in front of the palace-the heart of the property. The building resembled many others of its kind, but one could see that it had been designed to evoke the same appearances as the wall. Looking like a typical baroque palace with stone balustrades stretching around the roof, towers and ubiquitous decorations hid its true nature. Any balustrades and columns were ideal places for gunmen to remain out of reach of anyone below. Additionally, the roof appeared to be reinforced which created the possibility of placing cannons or mortars on it, and the same was true of the towers. Draco didn't know why Darius' father had designed a fortress that was ideal for defence, but he was surprised that he liked it himself.
-Welcome to your new home.- Said a smiling Darius looking into the dragon's eyes.
-Thank you, master.- He replied weakly. He didn't know what he should be feeling, but he was sure that what he was able to name in a mixture of feelings at the moment
