Anna's hurried steps carried her further down the hallway, the echoes of words and laughter from the ladies-in-waiting reverberating in her mind. Overwhelmed by their cruel remarks, she longed to escape their hurtful presence.
The palace walls seemed to close in on her, suffocating her spirit and compelling her to seek solace elsewhere. Determined to find a respite from the turmoil, she hurried toward a door that led outside, yearning for a breath of fresh air.
Stepping out, Anna found herself in an isolated yard, a hidden sanctuary from the disturbance. She walked along the cobblestone path, seeking refuge from the scorching morning sun.
Eventually, she discovered a majestic tree, its branches stretching protectively overhead. Seeking shade beneath its leafy canopy, she sat down, clutching her shawl tightly around her shoulders.
