Angelica reclined into the plush, inviting chair that cradled her form, nestled within the sanctuary of a towering wooden gazebo. Her eyelids gently closed, inviting the balmy embrace and newfound vitality carried by the tender breeze of the early spring morning. A considerable span of time had elapsed since her last foray into the realm of tranquil solitary mornings, yet the dividends of such serene seclusion unfailingly administered a balm to her soul.
The princess's guardian knight and attending maid stood quietly right behind her, awaiting her orders and requests, not daring to interrupt the peaceful ambiance of the morning gardens.
The tranquil air was suddenly stirred by the distant cadence of approaching footsteps. In a matter of fleeting moments, both the knight and the maid tensed up and simultaneously exclaimed,
"Good morning, Your Majesty."
