The cool breeze blew through the open windows, sending the silk drapes billowing as it caressed Isabelle's skin. A contented sigh escaped her lips, and she rolled over, stretching lazily. Her eyes fluttered open slowly as she let her gaze travel about the room.
The walls were lined with ornately carved wooden panels depicting scenes from Nevremian history and culture, painted in vibrant colors that glowed under the sunlight streaming through the windows.
The furniture was just as elaborate; tables, chairs, desks, dressers, even the bed frames, all made from sturdy oak wood and expertly crafted.
There were paintings hanging from the wall, the landscapes of Nevremia itself, with the royal palace dominating the horizon.
She rarely ever appreciated the lavishness of her room because she'd...never picked out any of it. She woke up one day and all the decorations were already there.
Maybe she ought to redecorate some...?