A stream of golden sunlight seeped into the newly-decorated room of a young girl, who sat in a lavish forest-green armchair in a newly-decorated room with opulent furnishings all around. As her thin white curtains swayed in the summer breeze, she gazed out at her own reflection in the window, her hazel-brown hair flowing down her neck.
Just as she found herself lost in thought, the voice of a woman called to her from behind.
"Miss Isabella," she turned to see the kind maid who had been serving her, holding a silver tray in her hands. "A letter has arrived for you, from the Princess of House Cherliann."
"From House Cherliann?" She asked, as the maid placed the tray in front of her. (If I recall, that's the second most powerful dukedom in all of Laydel…)
Her pale, hazel eyes blinked curi
