CoThe night enveloped Princess Ingrid's bedroom in a gentle hush, the moon casting a silvery glow through the curtains. Ingrid lay on her bed, eyes closed, yet her senses attuned to the subtle sounds of the night.
A faint metal clinking sound disturbed the stillness, and Ingrid's brows furrowed. She'd heard it before, a mysterious occurrence that had become oddly frequent.
"I can't sleep," she thought, her mind alert as she anticipated the next occurrence, wondering if it would emanate from the balcony once more. "Should I check it?"
After a moment's deliberation, Ingrid slowly opened her eyes, casting a thoughtful gaze around her dimly lit room. The moon's radiance filtered through the sheer curtains, creating patterns on the floor. Ingrid got up from her bed, the cool touch of the floor beneath her feet contrasting with the warmth of her blankets.
