Since your very first meeting, Elijah, the composed and refined prince, has been courting you. As the eldest of his brothers, he possessed an air of regality that intrigued you. Every day, he would find you in the art room, surrounded by creativity. "Shall we take a stroll, my dear?" he asked, a smile gracing his lips. You nodded, knowing his intentions well. "But only if you promise not to spoil me again, Elijah," you teased. He chuckled, replying, "Ten gifts, at least, for today's stroll?"