I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom Chapter 90 The Christmas

December 25, 1695.

The sun had barely risen when the bells of Elysea's cathedral rang through the city, marking the beginning of Christmas Day. The streets were still covered in a thick blanket of snow, but warmth radiated from every ho, every shop, and every hall where families gathered to celebrate the holiday.

Inside the Royal Palace, the morning was just as lively. Servants hurried through the halls, carrying trays of food and gifts, while musicians played soft carols in the background. The great hall was already prepared for another feast, one ant for the nobles, generals, and high-ranking officials who would attend later in the evening.

But for now, King Bruno and Queen Amélie were enjoying a rare mont of peace in their private quarters.

Bruno stretched as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "It's already Christmas morning?"

Amélie, still lying beside him, chuckled. "It is. And for once, you don't have a council eting to attend."

Bruno smirked. "Not yet, at least."

She rolled her eyes before sitting up and wrapping a warm shawl around her shoulders. "Co on, we should go see the gifts."

Christmas Morning Traditions

By the ti they stepped out into the hallway, the palace was already buzzing with excitent. Every year, on Christmas morning, the royal family participated in a tradition where they exchanged gifts not only with each other but also with the palace staff.

The grand Christmas tree in the reception hall was surrounded by presents, all neatly arranged in different sections—so for the royal family, so for the palace workers, and a separate pile ant to be distributed to orphanages and the less fortunate.

As Bruno and Amélie entered the hall, the servants gathered, standing respectfully to the side. The royal steward, an elderly man nad Lambert, cleared his throat and addressed the crowd. "As is tradition, His Majesty and Her Majesty will personally distribute the first gifts of the day."

Bruno nodded and picked up the first wrapped package, handing it to one of the younger footn. "A year of hard work deserves a reward. Enjoy your holiday."

One by one, the gifts were handed out—warm coats for the guards, new tools for the kitchen staff, and handcrafted jewelry for the maids. Each servant received sothing thoughtful, ensuring they felt recognized for their efforts throughout the year.

Amélie smiled as she handed a small box to a maid who had only recently joined the palace. "You've been wonderful this year. Keep up the good work."

The maid's eyes widened in surprise as she unwrapped the gift—a silver brooch shaped like a snowflake. She bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The exchange continued for nearly an hour until every gift had been handed out. The final set of presents, ant for the city's orphanages, would be taken by royal guards later in the afternoon.

Bruno crossed his arms, satisfied. "It's good to see everyone smiling."

Amélie nodded. "It's the one ti of the year where we can truly focus on the people instead of politics."

Bruno chuckled. "I'd rather deal with this than a council eting any day."

After breakfast, the royal couple decided to take a short trip outside the palace to witness the celebrations firsthand. Bruno and Amélie, dressed in thick fur-lined cloaks, rode through the snow-covered streets in an open carriage.

The city square was even more lively than the night before. Children played in the snow, rchants handed out small treats, and the scent of roasted at filled the air. At the center of the square, a large crowd gathered near a makeshift stage where the city's choir perford Christmas hymns.

Bruno watched with interest. "They've really outdone themselves this year."

Amélie smiled. "The people are happy. Your policies have made a real difference."

A group of children ran up to the carriage, waving excitedly. "rry Christmas, Your Majesty!"

Bruno reached into his coat and pulled out a handful of silver coins, tossing them into the crowd. The children scrambled to catch them, laughing as they cheered.

Nearby, a baker approached the carriage with a tray of freshly baked pastries. "Your Majesty, would you like to try one?"

Bruno accepted a piece, taking a bite. It was warm, soft, and flavored with cinnamon and honey. He nodded approvingly. "Delicious."

The baker bead. "An honor, Your Majesty."

Amélie leaned over and took a bite of her own. "I think we'll need to bring so of these back to the palace."

The couple continued their ride through the city, observing how each neighborhood celebrated in its own way. In the wealthier districts, nobles hosted grand feasts and elegant dances, while in the poorer areas, communal als brought families together in warmth and laughter.

Bruno knew that despite the celebrations, the kingdom still had its struggles. But for today, all of that could wait.

By evening, the palace was filled with nobles, officers, and high-ranking officials, all gathered for the grand Christmas banquet. The long dining tables were covered with lavish dishes—roast venison, spiced wine, honey-glazed fruits, and freshly baked bread.

Bruno sat at the head of the table, Amélie beside him. As the al began, the conversations ranged from trade policies to military affairs, but Bruno quickly shut down any talk of politics.

"Tonight is not for work," he said firmly. "Enjoy yourselves."

His words were t with laughter and approval.

Throughout the night, music played, dancers perford, and the palace echoed with the sounds of celebration. Officers toasted to victories, nobles exchanged gifts, and the servants, granted the evening off, joined in the festivities.

At one point, Amélie pulled Bruno onto the dance floor, much to his reluctance.

"I'm not much of a dancer," he muttered.

She smirked. "You're the king. They'll think you're perfect no matter how bad you are."

Bruno sighed but followed her lead. The music was lively, and soon enough, he found himself caught up in the rhythm. The court cheered, and even Bruno had to admit—it was a rare mont of enjoynt.

As the feast wound down and guests began to retire for the night, Bruno and Amélie stepped onto the palace balcony, looking down at the city. The streets were still lit with lanterns, and distant laughter carried through the air.

Bruno exhaled, feeling the weight of the day settle in. "It was a good Christmas."

Amélie leaned against him. "One of the best."

He turned to her. "Thank you for reminding to slow down."

She smiled. "You needed it."

For a mont, there was nothing but silence between them as they watched the snowfall.

Then, Bruno smirked. "Tomorrow, it's back to work."

Amélie sighed, shaking her head. "Of course it is."

Bruno wrapped an arm around her. "But for now, let's enjoy what's left of the night."

As the last of the Christmas bells rang through the city, King Bruno and Queen Amélie stood together, knowing that while challenges lay ahead, for this one day, peace and joy reigned in Elysea.