(Next Morning)
The morning air is crisp as I stand in the palace backyard. The scale of the greenhouse is finally starting to look as massive as it did in my blueprints. The engineers are moving like a well-oiled machine, and the metal pipes from Master Borin are being laid into the trenches with satisfying precision.
"Your Imperial Highness!" the Head Engineer calls out, wiping his brow. He gestures proudly toward the half-finished line connecting to the royal bathing chamber. "We are moving exactly as scheduled. These tools you provided... assembling them is remarkably easy. The joints fit like they were born for each other."
"I told you," I say, a small smile playing on my lips. "It's a work of passion, not just coin. Keep up the pace and inform me the moment the lines are sealed."
