December 25, 1695.
The sun had barely risen when the bells of Elysea's cathedral rang through the city, marking the beginning of Christmas Day. The streets were still covered in a thick blanket of snow, but warmth radiated from every home, every shop, and every hall where families gathered to celebrate the holiday.
Inside the Royal Palace, the morning was just as lively. Servants hurried through the halls, carrying trays of food and gifts, while musicians played soft carols in the background. The great hall was already prepared for another feast, one meant for the nobles, generals, and high-ranking officials who would attend later in the evening.
But for now, King Bruno and Queen Amélie were enjoying a rare moment of peace in their private quarters.
Bruno stretched as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "It's already Christmas morning?"
Amélie, still lying beside him, chuckled. "It is. And for once, you don't have a council meeting to attend."