Lacy surveyed the scene, adjusting her crown slightly. The deer seemed content enough, its black eyes gleaming under the warm light of the lanterns. She’d been preparing for weeks, ensuring every detail was perfect. Tonight, she would lead them all through the frosted archway and into a world where shadows danced with tinsel, and laughter echoed amongst the falling snow. A final check of her velvet cloak, then a nod to the waiting guests beyond the doorway. It was time.