Ingrid strolled gracefully down the hallway of the palace, her lips curved into a gentle smile. The soft echo of her footsteps blended harmoniously with the quiet hum escaping her lips, creating a tranquil melody.
Christine, walking alongside her, couldn't help but steal worried glances at Ingrid's serene expression. The furrow of concern between Christine's brows betrayed her unease.
"Princess, are you truly okay?" Christine asked softly, her eyes searching Ingrid's face for any sign of distress.
Ingrid's smile remained unwavering as she turned to meet Christine's gaze, her eyes sparkling with warmth and reassurance. "Yes," she replied softly, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. "Is there something wrong?"
Despite Ingrid's reassuring words, Christine couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unease that lingered within her. She longed to press further, but uncertainty held her back.
