The opulent room exuded an air of luxury, with intricately patterned carpets covering the polished marble floor. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the walls were adorned with numerous paintings. One corner of the room showcased expensive dolls with delicate features and intricate clothing, while another shelf held a collection of expensive leather-bound books.
Liliana lay on her side on the plush bed, her gaze fixed on the snowflakes drifting lazily outside the window. Her black hair cascaded in waves around her, framing her delicate features, while her dark eyes held a hint of melancholy.
"I do not want to meet her," Liliana murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and defiance.
Elena, her loyal attendant, stood beside the bed with a furrowed brow. "But Your Highness, I know how much you worried about Princess Ingrid when she collapsed. You must be eager to meet her," she urged gently.
