Ingrid sat inside the plush interior of the carriage, her gaze fixed upon the passing scenery. The soft rumble of the carriage wheels on the cobblestone streets created a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet contemplation within.
She wore a light yellow and white dress that seemed to embody the essence of spring. The cascade collar framed her delicate features, and bishop sleeves added a touch of elegance to her attire. The fitted bodice accentuated her slender figure, while the back of the dress was adorned with crisscross lace, tied in a ribbon at the end.
Ingrid wore her usual wimple scarf, concealing her hair. A see-through veil draped over her face, covering her nose downward.
Christine sat across from Ingrid, her eyes occasionally glancing towards the princess. The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the carriage, casting a gentle glow on their surroundings.
