Ingrid’s POV 

I shake my head to get rid of the useless thoughts. It was all in the past, it's all been taken care of. 

I hear talking as I near the door into the garden. Is Snow talking to himself? That isn’t like him. 

I’m proved wrong as I walk into the garden. 

Who is that!? How did they get in here!? I made sure no one could reach the castle grounds! 

I’m caught by surprise by a boy talking to Snow. 

“Snow! Who is this!? What’s going on!?”, I panic. 

“Auntie!” I really wish Snow wouldn’t call me that, “I don’t know how he got in, but he says he’s some prince.” 

A prince? Why would a prince come this far? Now that Snow’s mentioned it, the boy does look quite a lot like King Tobias. The old coot. 

Quick, act dumb “A prince! Well, oh my!” 

I make a terrible excuse for a curtsy, can’t have him believe that I know what I'm doing. 

The boy smiles at me, pleased. This fool.