Ingrid delicately poured tea into a fine porcelain cup, the delicate clinking of the china harmonizing with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. As the sun dipped lower, its warm glow cast a serene ambiance over the scene. After setting down the tea pot, Ingrid's gaze shifted towards Liliana, who sat nearby, her troubled and sorrowful demeanor evident.
Ingrid chose silence, her expression softening.
Should she utter the reassurance that "it's okay, the crown princess is likely just exhausted"? Would such words truly comfort a heart wounded by betrayal? Ingrid understood that they wouldn't.
Having personally endured similar treatment from someone she once looked up to, she recognized that mere platitudes offered only fleeting solace. True healing could only come from the person responsible, offering a genuine explanation and apology.
