The mid-morning sun bathed the surroundings in a soft glow, casting a warm embrace over the tranquil scene. The distant calls of swans echoed across the lake, harmonizing with the gentle rustles of leaves. Ingrid stood amidst this natural symphony, a paintbrush in hand, and an empty canvas in front waiting to capture the essence of the serene landscape.
Ingrid wore a beautiful dress with long bishop sleeves and a laced high neck, matched with a wide-brimmed white hat decorated with a lavender ribbon. Princess Liliana stood by her side, one eye closed in concentration as she extended her hand, measuring the lake's beauty with her paintbrush.
"Your Highness," Ingrid's voice held a soft lilt, and a subtle smile graced her features. Her eyes, however, betrayed a mix of hesitation and respect. "I am afraid that joining in your activity would be inappropriate for me. Perhaps it's best if I excuse myself first."
