MORGANA
As I walked into Elijah's furnished mansion, the sound of my heels echoed through the whole house. The smell of the sweet smelling air freshener filled my nose. There was this thrill of excitement I felt followed by that of nervousness. I was getting emotional seeing a window where I could watch the view of the sunlight.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Elijah told me, spreading out his hands.
"This is so beautiful, Elijah." I responded, turning around for the umpteenth time. I felt weird calling him by his name instead of addressing him as the Prince but he had told me not to worry about it. It was surprising to me how Elijah had become my close friend in such a short time of knowing him.
"I'll take you to your room. Hopefully, you'll love it." Elijah told me. "I had it prepared especially for you."
