A week passed by.
The day was bright with no clouds. The wind blew, but it was cold, maybe the winter was near. A person, with a cold look was standing by the balcony. He had his hands in his pocket, he was wearing king-like attire. How majestic. Just by looking at him, anyone could feel the power he held. It was none other than, Elvin.
Elvin was standing there silently, alone. He was looking at David who was in the garden, with a sketchbook and pencil. Then he heard footsteps. A man who was wearing a mask, bowed after standing at a distance away from Elvin.
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