It’s time for me to join my dad and older sister in Gallyr, to dust off the cobwebs and leather jackets of a normal person’s life and don the mantle of Lady Tatiana Bethany Penrose.

For the first time, all eyes are on me and I have to be presented to society at a ball in my honour. So begin the lessons; dancing, dress, dinner etiquette.

Now, all I need to do is not spill my beer on or set fire to my date; the youngest son of my dad’s best friend, the Gallyrian King.

Not even Heaven can help me now.

Christmas and New Year’s is a busy time for Gallyrian Royalty and I have to play my part. According to the media, that part is now Prince Playboy Nico’s girlfriend. Uh, no thanks.

Thank God Kostin steps in to save me. Until the media decide I was brought home to marry him instead. Or, was it Nico after all?

How am I mean to survive a romantic wintery holiday season while everyone’s talking about my impending engagement to two different guys?

Especially when I can’t even keep my footing on a flat surface.

My sister was always the pretty one. She was supposed to marry a prince. Until I came home, the media went into a ridiculous frenzy, and Lia’s no longer good enough for the job.

Marriage Watch is in full effect for the Crown Prince. And, rumours are swirling that I’m on the verge of marrying one of the princes. But, which one?

There’s only one I’d want. But, we fight more than we love and are totally incompatible. Plus, he’s meant to marry a future queen.

And, I’m barely a lady, let alone a princess.

The man I love is a man I can’t have. He needs someone who can stand confidently by his side. Someone who belongs. Not someone who can still barely walk in heels.

He’s going to announce his engagement in mere weeks and I’m far too young for that sort of thing. It’s far too soon.

But, could I be a princess if it meant seeing his smile everyday. Could I be confident? Could I belong? Could I be the right choice?

I’ll have to if I don’t want to watch the man I love marry someone else.

It’s time for me to announce my engagement to the people of Gallyr, to bow to tradition and the expectation of an entire country as their future King Dmitri Bertold Brevich.

As they have been my whole life, all eyes are on me and they wait with baited breath to hear my decision. No matter who I choose, I’ll disappoint someone.

I was told to follow my heart, so I did and there are plenty of people ready to give me their opinion of my choice. Even more than I expected.

Not even Heaven can help me now.

We’re officially engaged according to every rule and tradition of Gallyr. Everything seems like it should be perfect. But we’ve still got a way to go.

All we want is to be able to go on our first proper, real date as a couple. But Mitya’s got work piling up and Tati has a whole new slew of obligations now she’s engaged to the Gallyrian heir.

We were told to follow our hearts, but the reality is somewhat lacking compared to the fantasy. Somehow, we have to make our new joint lifestyle work without sacrificing why we wanted to do this.

Will we ever get a moment alone?

It's Christmas once again in Gallyr and fun, family and festivities abound. All our main cast are busy, as are their friends, family and employees.

Everyone has a story to tell these holidays, all the way from Australia to Gallyr and beyond. Go behind the scenes with all your favourite characters, and maybe some new ones.

Misadventure, romance, and mistletoe are in the air this Christmas.

Let us wish you a merry misadventure.

I feel like my whole life is waiting. What I'm waiting on exactly, I'm not sure. But now my sister, Tati, is engaged to the heir to Gallyr's throne, I'm most certainly waiting on her.

She doesn't want it or expect it, but I'm the sister who follows protocol. I'm the one who dosn't make a scene and behaves like a Lady.

Inside, I'm dying to be like her. But grand love stories aren't for the little people. Lord Barr wasn't my first choice, but I like him.

Of course now would be the time my first choice actually notices me the way I've always dreamed.