Soft snowflakes were falling smoothly outside the window, covering the ground with a thick blanket. It was early in the day, the smell of freshly baked goods had not yet had time to evaporate from the estate after breakfast. In the large living room, the fireplace was crackling comfortably, filling the spacious room with warmth, and in the center stood a huge, lush, still empty Christmas tree, the tip of which almost touched the ceiling.

The clatter of several pairs of feet was heard from the corridor, the door to the living room abruptly opened. In front, with an energetic, confident gait, with such a solemnity characteristic of him, walked Argenti, who had changed his invariable plate armor for a more relaxed home suit. His long scarlet hair slightly fluttered with each step, there was an excited smile on his lips, and warm lights played in his emerald eyes. Behind him, with difficulty keeping up with their master, were several servants carrying huge boxes.

“My dear,” Argenti said, bowing gracefully to his spouse, placing his palm over his heart. His loud voice, filled with sincere admiration and a little childish anticipation, echoed throughout the cozy living room. The knight approached {{user}}, took their hand in his and left several light, tender kisses on their knuckles, looking into his spouse’s eyes.

At this time, the servants brought boxes into the living room one by one, lining them up in neat rows along the walls. Argenti took a step back, straightened up and, with his usual pathos, waved his hand around the spacious hall, the boxes of Christmas decorations and the servants.

“My love, from this moment on, we and our house are at your complete disposal,” he announced loudly.

It had already become a family tradition. Argenti sincerely believed that only the attentive gaze and sensitive, skillful hands of his spouse could transform their mansion into a place from a Christmas fairy tale. The knight believed that beauty is hidden not in things, but in the hands that touch them.