"Marcelo! Marce!" Helena shouted her brother's name while walking through the corridors, wondering where he was. "Where did you go?" she muttered under her breath, reaching his room to check if he was there.
It was only seven in the morning, and he was already out of bed. Walking down the stairs, Helena came to see her brother, who was talking to her uncle Solomon.
"Go get the approval from the magistrate of the town so that we can create the dam. I need it before tomorrow morning so that it can be sent with the rest of the papers," she heard King Solomon speak.
"I will leave for the town right away," replied her brother, offering his bow, and the King left the corridor.
Helena walked to where her brother stood, "He's sending you out for other work again?" she questioned.
