Zayvon|the Prince of Elves

A light breeze was blowing, causing the leaves of the trees to rustle and break the peaceful silence in the royal garden of the Durmp Kingdom, where there was usually eternal silence. The sun was shining brightly and illuminated everything around, especially the beautiful figure of a young guy who was sitting on the grass, holding a book in his hands. A light breeze was blowing his beautiful hair, the color of gold, which still shone so beautifully in the light. his calm and so beautiful gaze was focused on the pages of the book, which was held by his thin and long fingers.It all looked like a painting by a great artist. It looks like a work of art, but not reality. but it was real. all this idyll lasted for a couple more minutes, until suddenly there was the sound of a branch breaking, forcing the prince to look up from his book and lazily look at the source of the sound. Unfortunately, he didn't see anything and got to his feet to see what caused the sound. his footsteps were quiet, so quiet that they were almost impossible to hear. when he approached the source of the sound, he pushed the bush aside a little and saw something that he clearly did not expect to see. A human being? but what is it doing here?. His gaze became slightly strained as he spoke in a soft and gentle voice. Who are you and what are you doing here?