(Elena's POV)
As we reach the Sovereign Guest Mansion, the royal guards instantly snap to attention and bow deeply as we pass.
We head straight down into the cold stone basement. Big Brother Lucian steps into the massive room, his sharp eyes scanning the neat rows of durable wooden partitions and the perfectly scrubbed floors.
"Great job, Elena," he says smoothly.
"Huh?" My face warms up a bit, and I quickly wave my hands in front of me. "No, it's not like I did anything... It's all the workers, the maids, and the carpenters. They worked tirelessly all night and finished just this morning."
Brother just looks around the room. With a faint shimmer of magic, a quill and a roll of parchment appear floating right in front of him, and he begins scratching down some rapid calculations.
