[ 16 years ago, Ingrid aged 7 ]
Ingrid sat in front of a polished wooden desk cluttered with piles of books. Her small brows were furrowed in concentration as she read the texts. She absentmindedly rubbed her forehead in an attempt to ease the headache that had been plaguing her for hours, only to be scolded by her tutor.
"A princess does not rub her forehead," her tutor admonished, her green eyes piercing through the air with a stern gaze. "Fix your posture."
Ingrid quickly straightened up, her back protesting the rigid posture after hours of sitting. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to find a position that alleviated the ache.
Meanwhile, the tutor, seated elegantly in front of Ingrid with crossed legs, indulged in a plate of succulent fruits.
Ingrid's stomach growled audibly at the sight of the food, betraying her hunger.
The tutor caught her gaze and frowned disapprovingly.
