period should be just beginning. Two or three weeks of relative calm, where most of the nobility would focus on the start of the year in Solvein and all the social gatherings that took place on that occasion. Later, the scheming would return, along with stockpiling supplies and not-so-distinguished jostling in the salons.
‘Maybe I will visit him. I haven't been there in a long time.’ The dragon slowly nodded. ‘And I'll try to rest.’ Draco clearly didn't realise it, but it seemed that he was afraid of being left behind by Darius.
Not having any other ideas, Bleist hugged his student.
‘I'll be back as soon as I can, although I can't promise I'll make it in a week,’ he whispered. ‘No matter what, I know you'll do great,’ he added cheerfully.
Draco didn't answer, freezing in place.
The dragon watched as the butler packed the bags onto Bellator. It seemed that there was much more on the bess than the master would need to complete a task assigned to him at the Palace. Especially since Darius's gloomy attitude and his equipment clearly indicated that he was not going to attend a banquet. Unless someone would call a deadly dance of magic and swords a banquet.
‘Are you sure, Colonel?’ Captain Forth appeared as soon as one of the soldiers reported to him that a chimera was sitting in front of the estate and the Earl's bess was being prepared for the journey. He was not at all pleased with the fact that Bleist was leaving without his usual soldiers accompanying him. ‘Maybe it would be better to take a few more of our men.’
‘I think ten more Guards will be enough. No matter how you look at it, we’ll be conspicuous anyway,’ Bleist repeated for the umpteenth time.
‘I don't like it.’ The captain gritted his teeth and gave a sidelong glance to the Guard waiting by the chimera. Draco also looked in that direction.
He had seen similar monsters several times in Dagos, but more as attractions in menageries than as mounts. Given everything he knew
