Kyra was enjoying her time at the Winter Festival. She had only gone to the castle with the Derns once before for the celebration. Gliding through the castle corridors she felt as though she had entered some soft of fantastical world, some sort of vivid fantasy. Kyra knew of the commoners’ desire to see the magnificence that was the Winter Festival.
Kyra knew she was supposed to be sitting with the other servants in the kitchen. Soon, they would begin the preparations for the next day’s celebrations. Yes, the nobles liked to believe that they considered even the lowliest servant during the Winter Solstice celebration. But the servants were the ones that made these corridors as beautiful as they were. The servants were the ones that created that wonderful seven-course meal. That thought di
