The room bathed in a warm, golden glow as the midday sun streamed through the windows. The walls adorned in shades of gold and white sparkled in the sunlight, casting a serene ambiance across the chamber.
As Ingrid stirred in her slumber, a gentle voice broke the silence of the room.
"Your Highness, it is time for lunch," Christine informed.
The words reached Ingrid's ears, coaxing her back to consciousness. Slowly, she opened her eyes, revealing a pair of brown lashes that fluttered like delicate wings. The silver strands of her hair cascaded down, framing her face as she rose from the bed.
Following the devastating fire at the Lily Palace, the Emperor's imperial order relocated Ingrid to the Rose Palace.
With little time, energy, and no choice to question the decision. After staying up until dawn, Ingrid had slept and had just woken up as the clock reached noon.
