Very Merry Christmas to @tsunderepancake, my secret partner in the @creators-anonymous server gift exchange!
Here is a oneshot about a young Elizabeth Liones who has been put in charge of an important tradition for the first time. I hope you enjoy this, and I wish everyone a happy holiday.
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When Elizabeth hears her name at breakfast, she looks up in surprise. Her father smiles at her warmly as Margaret gives her a wry look at his right. It is an unusual thing to be addressed during meals, particularly in the morning as usually the king is reviewing the day’s agenda and giving instructions to Margaret, and, occasionally, Veronica. For Elizabeth, there is only ever her lessons, with some bit of what Margaret refers to as “becoming a well-rounded young lady” but Elizabeth calls “grooming into a boring sort of pet.” She never has any official duties to go over, which is why she has not been paying attention.
“It looks like the task must fall to you,” Bartra says. “Would that be alright?”
“What task?” she asks in reply, sitting up straighter.
Margaret gives a little snort. “Were you not listening?” she scolds gently. “It’s December already, and that means we must start decorating. But with Veronica away and not returning until next week, and my schedule filled, you’ll need to oversee the tree trimming.”
Elizabeth looks back and forth in surprise. “Really? Me?”
“Of course,” Bartra replies. “You’re twelve years old now, and it’s time you started taking on some responsibility. And the task should be easy for you.”
“The master of ceremony is coming this afternoon with some of his colleagues to meet with the royal family,” continues Margaret. “You’ll be excused from your lessons after lunch for the appointment. They’ll bring some ideas and designs, and you’ll need to listen carefully and choose which ones you think best represent Liones.” She narrows her eyes slightly. “Do you think you can handle it? You’ll need to actually pay attention.”
“Yes!” Elizabeth cries. She grins as she leans forward. “This is wonderful! I have lots of ideas already for what we could do—”
“Just leave it to the master of ceremonies and his team,” Margaret interrupts. “They know what they are doing.”
Elizabeth frowns but knows better than to argue. Ever since turning eighteen and taking up many of the roles their mother had fulfilled before her death, Margaret had gotten very stiff towards her and Veronica. Not that Margaret was very jovial to begin with; ever since she was about Elizabeth’s age, there had been a change in her sister, making her serious, almost melancholy.
She tunes out again as the king and princess go back to ignoring her and continuing their conversation. If all she has to do is make a few decisions, then Elizabeth is determined to make sure she chooses the absolute best decorations as possible.
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