"A fire?" Ingrid questioned, her eyes scanning the room as she struggled to grasp the remnants of her fading dream. "But I thought—"
"Where is the Princess? The fire is spreading fast on the ground floor! Let us go now!" a maid urgently exclaimed from a distance.
Before Ingrid could process the information, a strong grip on her wrist forcefully pulled her away from the chaos of her room. Startled, she stumbled forward, ensnared in the determined pull of a guard.
"Pardon us, Your Highness!"
As they raced through the hallways, Ingrid's breath quickened, the resonating thud of her footsteps accompanied by the distant crackle of flames. The air thickened with the acrid scent of burning wood, and wisps of smoke curled in the air.
"Wait! My belongings! I need to go back!" Ingrid pleaded, looking back to her room.
