The SUV did not return to Lucian's main estate. Instead, Lucian redirected the line of armored vehicles toward the heart of the city's most exclusive district. This was the his family's ancestral seat, a structure reserved for heads of state, high-level summits, and the private dealings of the Black House dynasty.
As the car pulled through the massive iron gates with the family crest, Adrian felt the shift in atmosphere.
'This is power made visible.' Adrian thought.
The drive through the compound was a stretch of white marble, lined with flame-lit columns that cast flickering, orange shadows against the exterior of the mansion.
Inside, obsidian floors—polished to a gleam—reflected the gold walls and the crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen rain from ceilings. At the center of the estate sat a private indoor courtyard, where a reflecting pool rested beneath a massive glass ceiling.
