Skye ran for the door as the stagecoach pullled as close to the entrance as possible. The snow was deep and cold, which was common for the time of year. Skye could recall many Christmases spent trapped inside the castle due to the snow. Her parents were normally at the palace around this time of the year; at least that had been the norm for the past several years. She found it rather funny that once she'd moved to the palace, they wanted to spend the holidays at home with her.
Upon entering the castle, the princess was bombarded by all the servants that could be away from their posts. They cheered, hugged and clapped for the newlyweds; missing their young lady particularly around the holidays. She was the heart of their Yuletide spirit, and it hadn't been the same without her.
