The soft hues of the morning light filtered through the windows at the end of the hallway, casting a warm and gentle glow along the corridor. The quiet hum of the waking palace filled the air as Christine approached Princess Ingrid's room.
Christine approached Princess Ingrid's room with a silver tray in hand. On the tray rested a delicate porcelain teapot, a cup, and a glass of water. The subtle clink of the teacup against the saucer added a quiet melody to the serene ambiance.
With a gentle hand, Christine knocked on the door, announcing her presence, "Your Highness, I will come in."
Receiving no response, she carefully turned the handle and opened the door. The room embraced a serene atmosphere, with the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, creating a soft play of shadows on the floor.
Ingrid, still immersed in her dreams, lay peacefully on her stomach, cradling a pillow in her arms.
