Elena waited patiently for the right moment to approach Duncan Salvador. Days turned into weeks as she carefully observed his moods, looking for the perfect opportunity to bring up Damien's request.
Meanwhile, across the city, Damien grew increasingly restless. He paced his room - or rather, wheeled back and forth in his chair - his mind churning with possibilities and plans. Every knock at the door sent a jolt of anticipation through him. But as the days stretched on with no word from Elena, that anticipation slowly soured into frustration and doubt.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and gold, Elena found Duncan in his private garden. He stood motionless, admiring a blood-red rose, its petals unfurling in the fading light.
"My lord," Elena said softly, approaching with measured steps.
