the embroidery lines. The ensemble was completed by a blue cape with a coat of arms on the right side, draped over his shoulders and fastened at the neck with a gold chain with fire-shaped links and clasps in the form of a dragon on the right and a griffin on the left. Draco looked truly magnificent. In addition, he gave the impression that he was accustomed to such attire.
-Gizel really knows fashion,- Darius simply stated.
-Are you sure? I still think the collar is wrong.- The dragon stood next to the mage and tried to adjust the collar again.
-No, everything is fine.- Bleist adjusted the fabric under Draco’s neck himself.- It really is perfect.
-If you say so, master.- The boy nodded calmly and put his hands behind his back.
-If everyone is ready, it's time to go.- Darius took a deep breath and walked briskly towards the door. The dragon walked right next to him, followed by the designated soldiers.
Draco was a little distracted after visiting his own treasury and finding a fascinating book. On the one hand, he was weighed down by the finally confirmed truth about his parents, and on the other, he was consumed by his immense interest in Dark Speech. It was only when he came down dressed in rich robes that he realised what was really going on. Everyone was dressed up and standing at attention with indifferent, somewhat haughty expressions. They were ready for their roles. The dragon breathed deeper as he and the others moved towards the exit. Mentally, he was ready for a pompous carriage ride, but when the doors opened, he stood frozen.
A gold and blue carriage was parked in the driveway. It was dripping with splendour. In addition, it was drawn by four silvery besses with shiny, brushed coats. The majestic creatures looked around with little interest. However, that was not what surprised the dragon. In front of and behind the carriage stood what appeared to be an entire cavalry company of soldiers in heavy, richly decorated armour riding stately besses. The impression was
