Hermann couldn't help but wonder about Princess Ingrid's thoughts as she poured tea, her serene smile contrasting with the turmoil in his mind. "Is she perhaps thinking that we are going to do something dangerous in Sylvania?" he pondered.
As Ingrid delicately lifted her cup, she spoke with a soft sincerity, "You see, he was the first handsome man I met. I guess you can say it's just a naive admiration." The delicate clink of the cup meeting its saucer filled the air.
Suppressing an internal scoff, Hermann maintained a polite smile. "Of course. How nonsensical. A threat? The Princess has been held in Sylvania since she was thirteen. How could she even think about giving a threat?"
"I was worried," Hermann continued, choosing his words carefully. "Such men are difficult to approach, Your Highness. They are usually the ones too engrossed in their duties."
