Isadora read the beautiful scroll she was sent as she strolled around her room for the third time. It was the official declaration that she was the Grand Duke's sister. She couldn't contain her joy. Her heart swelled with pride and excitement, each word on the parchment feeling like a dream come true.
The scroll, adorned with intricate calligraphy and the Grand Duke's seal, felt almost magical in her hands. She traced the elegant letters with her fingertips, her mind swirling with the possibilities this new title brought. The words "Grand Duke's sister" echoed in her head, filling her with a sense of belonging and recognition.
Isadora approached the large, ornate box that had accompanied the decree. It was crafted from polished mahogany, with brass hinges and delicate carvings of floral patterns along its edges. She lifted the lid, her eyes widening as she beheld the treasures within.
