As the sun began to sink below the horizon, casting a warm, orange hue over the land, the faint scent of dinner wafted through the halls of the grand estate. Berden, a silhouette against the vibrant evening sky, approached Everson's bedroom door with purposeful steps. He rapped his knuckles softly, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway, signaling the end of the day's lessons.
Lost in his thoughts, Everson looked up from his half-hearted attempt at completing his assignments. The dimming light outside hinted at the approaching evening and reminded him of the impending mealtime. With a sigh, he reluctantly set his work aside and rose from his desk, inching closer to the bedroom door.
Opening the door, Everson was met with Berden's stern but familiar expression, highlighted by the last rays of dusk. Berden's presence conveyed both authority and care, his eyes holding a hint of understanding for the struggles Everson constantly battled. "Supper is ready, Everson," he announced, his voice carrying the tone of a man responsible for shaping the young boy's upbringing.
Despite his lingering frustrations, Everson recognized the routine, a welcome distraction from the day's trials. He silently followed Berden through the corridors, their footsteps blending together as they made their way towards the grand dining hall. The fading light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the marbled floor, creating an ambiance of old-world elegance.
As they entered the dining hall, Everson's senses were greeted by the comforting aromas of freshly cooked dishes and the warmth of a crackling fire in the hearth. The table was set with fine silverware and polished crystal glasses, a testament to the pride and attention to detail that went into every aspect of their lives. The evening meal served as a respite from academic struggles, a chance for Everson to momentarily set his worries aside and gather strength for the challenges that lay ahead.
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As the sun began to sink below the horizon, casting a warm, orange hue over the land, the faint scent of dinner wafted through the halls of the grand estate. Berden, a silhouette against the vibrant evening sky, approached Everson's bedroom door with purposeful steps. He rapped his knuckles softly, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway, signaling the end of the day's lessons.
Everson, lost in his thoughts, looked up from his half-hearted attempt at completing his assignments. The dimming light outside hinted at the approaching evening, reminding him of the impending mealtime. With a sigh, he reluctantly set his work aside and rose from his desk, inching closer to the bedroom door.
Opening the door, Everson was met with Berden's stern but familiar visage, highlighted by the last rays of dusk. Berden's presence conveyed both authority and a glimmer of care, his eyes holding a hint of understanding for the struggles Everson constantly battled. "Supper is ready, Everson," he announced, his voice carrying the tone of a man responsible for shaping the young boy's upbringing.
Everson, despite his lingering frustrations, recognized the routine, a welcome distraction from the trials of the day. He silently followed Berden through the corridors, their footsteps blending together as they made their way towards the grand dining hall. The fading light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the marbled floor, creating an ambiance of old-world elegance.
As they entered the dining hall, Everson's senses were greeted by the comforting aromas of freshly cooked dishes and the warmth of a crackling fire in the hearth. The table was set with fine silverware and polished crystal glasses, a testament to the pride and attention to detail that went into every aspect of their lives. The evening meal served as a respite from the academic struggles, a chance for Everson to momentarily set his worries aside and gather strength for the challenges that lay ahead.
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No no add a paragraph to that were he is up set that he could not go Lindo, because he was locked in his room
As they entered the dining hall, Everson's senses were greeted by the comforting aromas of freshly cooked dishes and the warmth of a crackling fire in the hearth. However, an undertone of disappointment touched his heart as he realized that he had been locked in his room and missed out on the chance to go outside and witness the magical event known as Lindo. He yearned to feel the cool breeze on his face and listen to the joyful melodies of the festivities. Despite his inner turmoil, Everson knew better than to voice his desires. Suppressing his disappointment, he took a seat at the table, his mind still occupied with thoughts of what he had missed.
No it is not a magical event but rather it is his friend who is 15 that he goes and sees every day
As they entered the dining hall, Everson's senses were greeted by the comforting aromas of freshly cooked dishes and the warmth of a crackling fire in the hearth. However, a sense of longing filled his heart as he remembered that he couldn't go see his friend Lindo that day. Lindo, who was fifteen and lived nearby, had become a source of solace and companionship for Everson. They would spend hours together, sharing stories and exploring the world around them. Everson had anticipated their daily meet-up, but his confinement to his room had stolen that small bit of joy from him. Despite his disappointment, Everson silently took his seat at the table, trying to focus on the meal ahead while silently wishing for the day he could see Lindo again.