Once he was ready, he stepped out of his chambers and made his way through the halls of the barony. Cleora had prepared a set of clothes for him, arranged them for him in his room.
His room was square-shaped and spacious, with a big bed in the middle. A table and wardrobe are present on the right side of the room. A window large enough to give him the view of the forest behind the mansion.
The grand stone structure stood tall, its walls lined with banners bearing the sigil of his house. Servants moved about their duties, offering him respectful nods as he passed.
He had now become their lord, even though they weren't married yet.
Outside, the air was crisp, the scent of earth and metal lingering from the nearby site. His drake awaited him in the courtyard, a magnificent beast with crimson scales and piercing golden eyes. She let out a low rumble as Jolthar approached, shifting her wings slightly before lowering herself to allow him to mount.
