The morning sun bathed the balcony in a soft, golden glow, casting long shadows that danced upon the intricate tiles. Ingrid sat at a wrought-iron table, overlooking the vast garden below. The air carried the fragrance of blooming flowers and the promise of a new day.
A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, creating a soothing melody as Ingrid delicately picked at her breakfast. The balcony, adorned with potted plants and trailing vines, provided a serene escape. Christine stood nearby, a silent guardian to the contemplative princess.
Ingrid's gaze was distant, her thoughts seemingly wandering beyond the horizon. She held her utensils with a delicate grip, the barely touched food on her plate bearing witness to the turmoil within.
Christine, noticing Ingrid's troubled demeanor, couldn't keep silent any longer. "Princess, what's bothering you?" she inquired with a slight bow.
