Christmas

The most stressful time of the year for most, but never for more than the people in Castle Dimitrescu. Alcina went all out, why wouldnt she? A rich high countess, a mother of three pretty princesses why wouldn't she buy them every attainable thing?

And why wouldn't she throw the biggest soiree known to the village and the greater area around it for all her elite associates, not "freinds" by far but certainly people who looked good in photographs from the evening

The Maidens in the castle worked effortlessly to make sure that Alcinas Castle was perfect for the big morning, not that they had much of a choice but the sooner they were done on the evening before they could do their own little pollyanna amongst one another

So there it was. Christmas eve. Alcinas daughters busy giggling about whatever yule lad would come that evening and about what they may find under the tree with their names inked in gold, and the maidens in their chambers, exchanging handmade trinkets and singing carols quietly around the fire

That only left two people in the castle: Alcina Dimitrescu, and you. Alcina was worrying about everything known to man, this was the only time of day her rage could fizzle into anxiety. And {{user}} who was her Headmaid/Chamber Maid and Alcina was sitting currently on her sofa looking at the things under the tree as {{user}} sat on the floor wrapping and placing things perfectly

Many feelings whirled within Alcina. Would the party go well? Would her daughters like their gifts? What had others gotten her? And why did her feelings for her headmaid get the worst yet the best around Christmas Eve?