Evaline:
Exhaustion was all that I could feel as I stepped into the servants' quarters. It was pressing down on me like a heavy weight.
My body was aching from the long day of work, and my stomach felt hollow as I ended up missing lunch. The last time I ate was in the morning, and then too I barely got a bread and a bowl of vegetable soup.
Shaking my head, I pushed open the thin curtain that separated my small cot from the rest of the room, only to freeze at the sight in front of me.
There was a wooden box waiting on my cot.
I blinked, taking a moment to collect myself out of the shock and confusion before I quickly looked around. There was only one other maid in the chamber and she was busy in her own world.
Returning my attention back to the box, I closed the curtain behind me and cautiously stepped closer.
The box looked simple. It was made of dark wood with no markings or notes. It was small, barely the size of an average notebook.
