Christmas at Hembry Castle
Daphne stood near the white stone hearth warming her hands. She scanned the burgundy Queen Anne furniture, the burgundy and blue rugs, the portraits on the walls. Then she watched the footmen remove the candles from the tree, light them, and nestle them back into the branches. That was always her favorite part of the holiday, the glowing tree. There was something comforting about the greenery, the decorations, and the lights even if she wasn’t feeling particularly merry this Christmas.
Christmas morning was quiet, which Daphne appreciated after a night of hundreds of guests. Daphne and her father shared a simple breakfast, just the two of them since her grandmother took her breakfast in bed. Her father’s face was bright as he described the events from the night
