As Ingrid walked down the hallway, her steps were measured, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Christine followed closely behind, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. Ingrid's grip tightened on the handkerchief she held, her expression carefully composed, betraying no hint of the turmoil swirling within her.
They passed by the guards stationed along the corridor, their figures imposing as they watched the princess and her companion with wary eyes.
As Ingrid and Christine continued on, they entered a section of the hallway lined with tall windows, sunlight streaming in to illuminate the space with a warm, golden glow.
"Are you okay, Your Highness?" Christine's voice was barely more than a whisper, concern evident in her tone.
Ingrid glanced at Christine, her smile gentle. "Are you still not used to me, Christine?" she replied, her voice light with a hint of amusement.
