The next thing Eli knew, he was standing inside a room that seemed to be under construction, the ambience unfamiliar to him with the scent of freshly cut wood and the distant echoes of hammering and drilling.
"Where am I?" Eli's voice carried a calm yet questioning tone as he glanced around, taking in the unfinished walls and the scattered tools.
"I am sorry, my lord," Evelina responded respectfully, her eyes avoiding direct contact as she stood before him, her demeanour betraying an underlying tension.
"Ms. Evelina... Where exactly am I?" Eli's tone remained composed, but there was a hint of urgency in his inquiry.
Evelina lowered her head, a sign of deference and adherence to her duty, yet she remained silent, her lips sealed by the weight of her loyalty to her queen and the orders she had been given.
