Evelyn woke up in the familiar ceiling that she was once held dear when she was young. The feeling of dryness in her throat soon hit her and in response she voluntarily groaned.
"Ugh…"
As she scanned the room her eyes focused on the silhouette that was not so far away from the bed.
"Who…?"
Because of the darkness that filled the room and the shadow that cast upon the person seated beside her bed, Evelyn couldn't clearly see who it was.
"Eve…"
The low voice that was filled with authority then rang in the room and Evelyn could now recognize who it was.
"Father…?"
Duke Keene leaned in and saw that his daughter was now really awake, he handed her a glass of water as he heard the croaked voice that seemed to have been strained as the days passed by without getting enough moisture.
"Here… drink slowly…"
