Through the curtains, Kyra saw they were approaching their destination. It was the place where the mayor resided with his family, after all. For a person who pretty much overlooked an entire state obviously, his place of residence would be no simple place.
Frederick Dartwood had already notified them and apologised, saying that he would be taking them through the back roads towards his manor instead of through the city, citing security reasons. He wanted no problems to occur on his escorting mission. But he did insist that they pay his humble home a visit so the Dartwood family would show their hospitality to the Greenwoods.
What Fredrick called his 'humble home' seemed to be one of those old sixteenth-century small castles that were on a ground of hundred and fifty acres that was surrounded by a large compound wall ahead that seemed to stretch out for miles.
