As the carriage rumbled to a halt, Ingrid peered out the window, her gaze falling upon the vast open field that stretched out before them. Beyond the low wooden fence, the landscape seemed to go on forever, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.
With a deep breath, Ingrid stepped out of the carriage, feeling the cool evening air brush against her skin. Christine was by her side in an instant, offering a steadying hand as Ingrid adjusted her dress.
Despite the anticipation bubbling within her, Ingrid remained outwardly calm, her expression composed as she surveyed her surroundings. She glanced up at the sound of approaching hooves, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Princess Elizabeth astride a majestic tobiano horse with white and chestnut coat. The horse stood tall and imposing, its powerful form exuding an air of strength and grace.
