Christmas tale

rying with it the faint scent of snow. Inside, Lady Catherine Christmas sat at her writing desk, her delicate fingers hove

into words the feelings that churned within her. She wanted nothing more than to tell her love how s

danced the night away beneath the twinkling lights. Their eyes had met across the room, and for a moment, she had felt as if the entir

an she knew him to be. She wondered if he still remembered that night, if he had thought of her t

oss the parchment, her words flowing effortlessly, pouring out her heart and all of her emotions. She told him how much she

urning back. She took a deep breath, folded the parchment carefully, and affixed her family crest to it, sealing their fate. Rising from her desk, she crossed the room an

n wash over her. She knew that once her love received the letter, there would be no going back. Their lives would change

o the world beyond, hoping for a glimpse of him. Each night, she prayed that she would dream of

the house, but her thoughts always seemed to return to him. She wondered if he had received the letter, if he had been hurt b

in the distance, hurrying toward her. Her breath caught in her chest as she recognized his tall, statuesque form, the way he carried him

. The air between them seemed to crackle with an electricity that could not be ignored. She took a deep bre

d his head slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, and spoke in a voice that was both strong and tremulous with emotion. "I have r

ly brushing against his sleeve. "And what of your reply?" she as

lady," he replied, his voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "I have written you a letter, filled

together. She felt as if the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, unit

"Then I will await your letter with bated breath." His reply was a soft kis

s that still lay ahead, she knew that they could overcome anything as long as they had each other. Their every movement seemed to echo th

have ever wanted in a man, and she was grateful for the chance to finally share her life with him. As they strolled beneath the shade of

them from a discreet distance, exchanging knowing glances and whispering to one another. They didn't hear the whispers of disapproval and outrage that be

approval from the servants and the rest of the household. They met in secret, stealing away moments whenever they could, their hearts full of

y. Lady Catherine could feel the weight of the world bearing down upon her, but she refused to let it crush her sp

ls, followed by the sound of splintering wood and shattering glass. Their hearts racing, they darted through the shadows, trying to discern the source of the disturbance. As the