𐙚˙⋆ 𝓚𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝓞𝐅 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓛𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝓢𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐌𝐀𝐍🎄❆ ‧₊



𐙚˙⋆ 𝓒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝓢𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋🎄❆ ‧₊



Merry christmas and happy holidays to everyone who celebrates!! <3 Have a wholesome au because this is not the happiest book... ITS NOT OOC ITS JUST... A HAPPY AU Might not be the best since I rushed to write this This isn't as long as I want it to be since not all love interests are introduced yet but I hope you still enjoy reading! Thank you to everyone following this book!!



Lucian had taken over tree-decorating duties with the reckless overconfidence of a man who had never tangled with string lights before. The sprawling pine, crowned with delicate glass baubles and strands of silver tinsel, loomed over him like a benevolent but unimpressed monarch. A single errant strand of lights hung precariously from one of the upper branches, flickering indignantly as Lucian wrestled with the tangled mess in his hands.

Amelie stood a few feet away, arms crossed over her velvet-clad chest, her laughter barely restrained as she watched Lucian's valiant but fruitless struggle. The warm glow of the fireplace painted her face in hues of amber and gold, catching the sharp glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

"You'd think a prince could handle a simple set of lights," you said dryly, your voice cutting through the warm hush of the room. The ceramic mug cradled between your hands was blissfully warm, the cocoa inside rich and heady with cinnamon and nutmeg. Steam curled lazily upward, tickling your nose with its sweet-spiced aroma.

"He's royalty, not an electrician," Amelie replied, biting her lip to stop a laugh from escaping outright.

From the far end of the hall, Elias emerged. His pale hands, deft and steady, extended towards Lucian without ceremony.

He plucked the tangled mess of lights from Lucian's grip with the effortless authority of a man accustomed to stepping into chaos and restoring order. His head tilted slightly as he studied the knot, and then, with the methodical calm of a clockmaker, he began to untangle them. His fingers moved with such precision, such quiet confidence, that it seemed almost hypnotic.

Lucian staggered back, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest as though he had taken a grievous wound in battle. "You've made me obsolete, Grey."

Elias didn't glance up, his focus entirely consumed by the fragile wires looped through his fingers. "You were obsolete the moment you climbed on the chair backwards."

The words, delivered in that perfectly dry tone of his, sent a ripple of laughter through the warm cocoon of the room. Your soft chuckle escaped before you could stifle it, a light and fleeting sound that carried briefly before fading into the crackle of the fire.

For the briefest of moments, Elias's head tilted ever so slightly, and for a fraction of a moment, you caught the faintest quirk at the corner of his mouth—gone almost as soon as it appeared.

Lucian had retreated to a nearby chaise, sprawled out in defeat with the theatrical flair of someone who had accepted his downfall with grace, while Amelie finally let her laughter spill out, bright and bell-like in the cosy warmth of the hall.



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You perched yourself on the arm of an overstuffed armchair, your knees pulled close as you wrapped your hands around your mug once more. The air was thick with the scents of mulled wine, pine resin, and the faint sugary sweetness of marzipan from the nearby dessert table.

Amelie, meanwhile, had taken up an absurdly large candy cane as if it were a scepter, pointing it accusingly in your direction. "You cannot hide in a corner all night!" she declared, her voice rich with mock authority.

"It's not hiding," you murmured, eyes cast down into your cocoa. "It's... strategic withdrawal."

Before Amelie could press her argument further, Lucian re-entered the scene with the kind of theatrical flair that could only belong to him. His blazer was an affront to subtlety—a vivid red trimmed with gold embroidery, with lapels so shiny they might have been mistaken for polished mirrors.

"Ladies! Are you conspiring without me?" he exclaimed, his grin sharp and bright enough to rival the tree lights. "The party is in full swing, and it's downright criminal not to have its brightest star in attendance."

Amelie shoved you lightly in the back, propelling you forward. With a sigh, you surrendered to the inevitable and took Lucian's proffered arm. Together, the three of you moved through the grand hallways, past portraits of stern ancestors glaring down from gilded frames, and emerged into the heart of the evening's festivities.

The hall was alive with music and laughter, the clinking of crystal glasses mingling with the warm hum of conversation. Guests in velvet and silk mingled in clusters, glasses of champagne and mulled wine clutched in gloved hands.

You manoeuvred yourself into a quieter corner, clutching your cocoa like an anchor. Amelie had already been swept away into a lively conversation with someone, her laughter ringing out like silver bells through the din.

It wasn't long before the chaos of the Secret Santa exchange overtook the room. Gifts were passed around with laughter and teasing, wrapping paper discarded in crumpled heaps of gold and red. When your turn came, you carefully peeled back the glittering paper to reveal an obnoxiously sparkly tiara and a matching wand.

From across the room, Lucian beamed at you with unabashed pride, his grin almost criminally charming. "Fit for royalty, Lady [Name]!" he called, executing an overly dramatic bow.

The room erupted into laughter, and despite the heat crawling up your neck and cheeks, you couldn't stop the smile that tugged insistently at your lips. Lucian had a way of balancing arrogance and charm with infuriating precision.

Amelie's gift to Elias was far more restrained but no less significant: a hand-knitted navy-blue scarf, its stitches immaculate. Elias accepted it with a simple nod, his expression unreadable. Later, though, you noticed him adjusting ornaments on the tree, the scarf wrapped snugly around his neck.

When the crowd began to thin and the music softened, you returned to your corner, only to find a small snow globe sitting on your chair. Inside, a miniature castle stood amidst swirling glittering snowflakes. There was no tag, no note, but suspicion stirred softly in your chest as your fingers traced the smooth curve of the glass dome.

Outside the frost-rimmed windows, the night stretched on, the stars glittering like shards of ice scattered across velvet. Inside, the warmth of friendship, laughter, and love lingered in the air like the scent of cinnamon and pine, wrapping itself around you as snugly as the knitted scarf wrapped around Elias's neck.



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Morning arrived cloaked in pristine white. Snow had fallen overnight, blanketing the set grounds in an untouched layer of powder. The world outside the windows glistened in the pale light of dawn, every branch and rooftop coated in soft, crystalline frost. The quiet was profound, as though the snow itself had muffled the world into a serene silence.

Amelie burst into the room without warning, her scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement and the cold. Her breath puffed out in little clouds as she spoke.

"Come on!" she insisted, her gloved hand wrapping around your wrist as she tugged eagerly. "We have a snowball fight to win!"

There was no use resisting her boundless enthusiasm, and soon enough, you found yourself outside, boots crunching into the freshly fallen snow. The set had transformed into a winter wonderland, with the skeletal outlines of props and scenery softened under layers of white. The crew had already split into chaotic teams, their laughter ringing out into the crisp morning air.

Lucian's golden hair gleamed like a beacon amidst the flurry of snowballs, making him an obvious target. His sharp yelps of indignation as snow collided with his shoulder were met with roars of laughter from all sides. Meanwhile, Elias stood like a human fortress, his posture rigid and composed, effortlessly blocking incoming snowballs with military precision. His stoicism only cracked when Amelie managed to sneak behind him and land a perfectly aimed snowball square between his shoulder blades.

You could've sworn you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards before he turned with startling accuracy and launched a retaliatory strike that sent Amelie diving for cover behind you.

At some point, Lucian draped a scarf over his shoulders like a royal mantle, striking a pose that could only be described as majestically absurd. "Behold," he declared, one hand raised theatrically to the heavens, "the Snow Prince!"

The snowball fight stretched into the afternoon, cheeks flushed red with cold and laughter leaving everyone breathless. By dusk, the four of you stood triumphantly over a slightly lopsided snowman. Its twig arms stuck out at strange angles, and its eyes—two shiny black buttons—were slightly mismatched.

Lucian ceremoniously removed his scarf and draped it around the snowman's neck as though knighting it into some noble order. Amelie adjusted the crooked carrot nose, stepping back with an exaggerated nod of approval.

The evening party wound down gently. Warm light spilled from the grand windows, and the smell of mulled wine and cinnamon drifted through the halls. The chatter and laughter had softened to a comfortable hum.

Amelie approached you as you lingered by the fireplace, holding a small scrapbook tied with a crimson ribbon. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

"I made this for you," she said, pressing the book gently into your hands. "You're always so serious, so I wanted you to have something to remember the happy moments by."

You flipped through the pages, and each photograph felt like a little pocket of warmth. Snapshots of laughter and camaraderie filled the book: you and Amelie doubled over laughing at something absurd, Lucian striking impossibly theatrical poses amidst the chaos, and Elias caught mid-smile when he thought no one was watching.

Lucian appeared shortly after, carrying two steaming mugs of cocoa in his hands. His usual grin was tempered into something softer, something sincere.

He said something you couldn't quite catch before handing you one of the mugs with a rare gentleness.

The evening continued to fade into a warm haze of flickering candlelight and the faint strains of holiday music. Elias passed by quietly, his navy scarf still wrapped snugly around his neck. He paused briefly, his sharp gaze softening as it met yours, before he disappeared into the shadows beyond the firelight.

As the night drew to a close, someone suggested a group photo in front of the grand Christmas tree. Its golden lights twinkled softly, and the scent of pine filled the air. Amelie stood close at your side, Lucian threw an arm carelessly around both of you, and Elias, after some cajoling, was finally pulled into the frame.

"Say Merry Christmas!" someone called.

The camera flashed, capturing the fleeting moment in perfect clarity: Lucian's beaming smile, Amelie's radiant joy, Elias's faint but unmistakable smirk, and your own expression caught somewhere between contentment and wonder.

Outside, snow continued to drift down gently, soft flakes catching the faint golden glow spilling from the windows. The air was crisp, the world hushed, and within the walls of the grand house, a rare kind of magic lingered—a fragile, fleeting warmth that would live on in memory, and perhaps, within the pages of a crimson-ribboned scrapbook.



𐙚˙⋆ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋🎄❆ ‧₊



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