Ingrid's room was bathed in a warm, golden glow as the morning sun cast a gentle radiance on the elegant furnishings. Sunbeams filtered through the curtains, creating a play of light and shadow on the polished surfaces.
Ingrid lay on a long sofa, her silver hair cascading around her like a shimmering waterfall.
"I'm glad that the remaining servants of the Lily Palace have received compensation," Ingrid commented, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She shifted her gaze to Christine, who stood nearby. "Can I meet them?"
Christine hesitated before responding, "I'm afraid not, Princess. They have all left the Imperial Palace."
"Hmm... I see," Ingrid replied, her expression thoughtful.
A silence lingered in the room, filled only by the soft rustle of the curtains in the breeze.
