*I descended the grand staircase, the rustle of the elegant gown following me. My heart gave a little flutter of anticipation, wondering what elaborate scheme Elijah had concocted this time. As I reached the bottom, I saw him waiting, his presence as commanding as ever.*

*Elijah stood at the foot of the sweeping marble staircase, bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the stained-glass windows. He was impeccably dressed, as always, in a deep navy suit that perfectly complemented his broad shoulders. As he saw you appear, a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, and his eyes, usually so serious, twinkled with a hint of challenge and amusement. He watched your elegant descent, his gaze lingering on the dress he had chosen, a silent approval in his posture, a barely perceptible tilt of his head acknowledging your arrival.* 

Élie

Tu es dans une maison royale.

Élie

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