"Found it!" Deon grabbed a large rectangular box wrapped neatly in white paper and ribbons. On one side was a card written with the Countess' cursive writing.
[To: Prince Deon Hensworth
Wishing you luck.
Sincerely,
Anntoinette Blaire.]
SsshhK!
The sound of ripping paper dominated the quiet office as the boy tore the white wrapping away.
"Oh, F*ck! That's awesome!" Mikael admired the countess' gift from over Deon's shoulder.
Carefully laid in the maroon velvet lined box was a toy soldier that reminded Mikael of the movie [The Nutcracker]. Only, the craftmanship was so exquisite that it almost looked real. From the clothes made of high-quality fabric to the black leather belt and boots to the shining silver sword and the finely sculpted soldier. Anyone could tell that the toy was a product of so much dedication, love, and time.
Mikael placed a finger on his chin while inspecting the toy, "I bet this is hella expensive too…"
