Ingrid took a deep breath, collecting herself before facing the door of the Blue Drawing Room. According to Christine, her schedule in the Rose Palace primarily consisted of etiquette under Madam Dupont and history classes under Scholar Leroy from Mondays to Wednesdays. There is a dance class under a Lady Montague on Thursdays.
"It's okay, it won't be long," Ingrid reassured herself, her resolve strengthening as she reached for the ornate door handle.
With a gentle push, the door swung open, revealing the serene emptiness of the Blue Drawing Room. The pale blue walls adorned with floral wall patterns. Ingrid stepped into the room, the door whispering shut behind her.
Ingrid gracefully walked towards the sofa, taking a seat. Her back straightened, showcasing a posture refined by years of training. Shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, and hands resting gracefully on her lap, Ingrid embodied the epitome of regal composure.
