Chapter One ANDI
The last time I attended Christmas festivities at the Freiberg Palace, I was five. Or so I’m told. I only remember lots of adult parties to which we were not invited, beautiful decorations we were forbidden to touch, and my stupid cousin Eduard teasing me for wearing a red dress with a full skirt and puffy sleeves. I loved that dress. Eduard, not so much.
Since then, the Feltz branch of the royal family has celebrated Christmas in Rotheberg. We traveled to the US in early November each year for the Christmas market season, returning home after the big ornament stall was disassembled and stored.