Dyson had been tasked with making the preparations for the Yule festivities while the Marchioness was at home this year. There would be guests at the Palazzo, and Master Lucien had finally brought home a mate, and a child was expected as well. He and the servants had decorated the Palazzo in a gold and crimson theme this year, and the Yule logs were due to be delivered today.
He had asked Master Gabriel to cut the mistletoe and oak leaves for the proper celebrations for Alban Arthuan, then they could be hung about the Palazzo in unexpected locations. There were fresh greens in every room, and he had to admit, the candles combined with the fresh scent of cut evergreen and bayberry was putting him in a festive mood. He had not seen the Palazzo so properly decorated since they had left Rigel, when the old Marquess had celebrated in Trigberg and Drachen Walde.
Andre had gone off to the market to prepare for the meals that would be served for the human guests, although the Carpathian guests would not eat, there were still guests who would. He had mentioned roasting a prime rib and several ducks, along with the usual accompaniments, such as dressing and potatoes, parsnips and steamed broccoli. And knowing the chef, desert would be to savor no matter how much one had eaten earlier.
The shopping list the Marchioness had left was very specific, and today Dyson decided to take the needed time to arrange for the procurement of her items. She had instructed that all gifts were to be wrapped in gold foil and sealed with crimson velvet ribbons. There had been space made around the tree in the Great Room and preparations laid for the giant Yule logs.
Dyson took the Maybach and headed into RhyDin.
He had asked Master Gabriel to cut the mistletoe and oak leaves for the proper celebrations for Alban Arthuan, then they could be hung about the Palazzo in unexpected locations. There were fresh greens in every room, and he had to admit, the candles combined with the fresh scent of cut evergreen and bayberry was putting him in a festive mood. He had not seen the Palazzo so properly decorated since they had left Rigel, when the old Marquess had celebrated in Trigberg and Drachen Walde.
Andre had gone off to the market to prepare for the meals that would be served for the human guests, although the Carpathian guests would not eat, there were still guests who would. He had mentioned roasting a prime rib and several ducks, along with the usual accompaniments, such as dressing and potatoes, parsnips and steamed broccoli. And knowing the chef, desert would be to savor no matter how much one had eaten earlier.
The shopping list the Marchioness had left was very specific, and today Dyson decided to take the needed time to arrange for the procurement of her items. She had instructed that all gifts were to be wrapped in gold foil and sealed with crimson velvet ribbons. There had been space made around the tree in the Great Room and preparations laid for the giant Yule logs.
Dyson took the Maybach and headed into RhyDin.