The early morning sunlight filtered through the delicate curtains, casting a warm and golden glow on the palace hallway. The silence of the castle corridors was intermittently broken by the echoing footsteps of Christine, the rhythmic tapping of her shoes resonating in the quiet air.
Christine held a tray with a teapot, a cup, and a glass of water, a routine task that marked the beginning of the day.
As Christine approached Ingrid's chamber, she took a moment to gather herself. Inhaling deeply, she steadied her nerves before knocking on the ornate wooden door. Her voice, firm yet respectful, carried through the door, announcing her presence.
"Princess, this is Christine. I will enter," she declared, giving Ingrid a moment to acknowledge before proceeding.
