*Anaïs*
Griff leads me through the grand halls of the chateau, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the exquisite artwork adorning the walls. I have always loved art, it seems to speak to me in some way.
There are paintings of various sizes and styles that tell their unique stories, capturing my attention as an art student. Intrigued, I can’t help but inquire about the origins of these masterpieces.
“Griff, the collection of artwork here is incredible,” I exclaim, my voice filled with awe. “Where did you acquire all of these? Some of these are almost priceless.”
He smiles, a mixture of fondness and mystery gleams in his eyes. “Most of them were gifts from the artists themselves,” he replies. “They wanted to express their gratitude for the help they received, favors done or simply for
