Today I’m doing a virtual Regency ball hosted at Wyckberg Castle. You, too, may join the merriment for a dance.
You alight from your family coach and arrive in the grandeur of Wyckburg Castle and the sparkle of a thousand candles. The butler takes your wraps and the major domo announces your name as you enter the grand ballroom.
Crystal sconces graced the walls, and enormous chandeliers hung from lofty ceilings which might have been painted by the great Michelangelo. The walls are lined with the finest French paper in a crimson and gold fleur de lis. Through tall windows you watch snow flakes lazily fluttering down, but the flakes don’t stick. You flick out your fan against the heat radiating from two huge fireplaces at either end of the long room.
Dancers weaved graceful patterns as they move through the steps across the marble dance floor. A friend smiles as she whirls past. The music of the orchestra lilts, and the harpist plays an arpeggio. You ease through the crush to great your host and hostess, the Earl and Countess Wyckburg. You make your curtsy and turn, breathless with anticipation.
He is here. You glimpse him coming toward you. Your heart speeds. You smooth the skirt of your velvet ballgown, glad you have donned your best for this wonderful night. He approaches, bows, and lifts your hand to his lips, a question, and a promise gleaming in his eyes.
I hope you enjoy this clip from the ball scene from the Prisoner of Zenda.
You can read more about Wyckberg Castle and its mysterious earl with his terrible secrets in my Christmas novella, A Winter’s Knight.
A young lady’s fascination with a murdering earl and his dark castle lands her in the heart of an ancient and terrible secret. It will take more than a Christmas kiss underneath the mistletoe to break the curse and find happily ever after.