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"A Kronborg Christmas Eve" by joyfulcabbage
24th Day of Celebrating, Y26
The large royal coach came to a stop in front of the gate to Brightvale Castle. Solarin, Brightvale's official Royal Steed, lowered his head; the load had been much heavier than usual, and he was exhausted from pulling the carriage through fifteen centimetres of fresh snow. The door to the carriage opened and a petite grey Acara climbed out, walking over to the white Uni and patting his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she said to her old friend. "I did warn you that we weren't travelling light."
"That you did, Princess," he conceded, turning his head to address Princess Annabelle, the younger sister of Kings Hagan of Brightvale and Skarl of Meridell, who was returning from having been to Altador to visit her elder brothers at the
Council of Leaders. "Next time, I won't assume that's just extra presents for the Day of Giving, and I'll make sure to find another Uni to help me pull this carriage."
"Your efforts will not go unrewarded, Solarin," added King Hagan, climbing down from the carriage behind his sister. Hagan had requested to be allowed to leave the Council for two weeks to return to Brightvale--it was his triplet granddaughters' first Day of Giving, and he did not want to miss a moment of it. He had not, however, warned his children that he would be coming; he wanted to surprise them the way Annabelle had surprised him the day she'd arrived in Altador. Speaking of surprises, he
glanced at a portly Grey Skeith dressed in a Scorchy Claus costume, who was now climbing down out of the carriage as well. Bringing Skarl along had been his idea--he was worried about what Skarl might say or do without ...
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