[The day of Ball - Morning]
Empress Celestia - POV
The morning sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the Imperial Palace, casting long beams of gold and crimson across the marble floor. The once serene hall was now silent, as if holding its breath for what was to come. A faint tension hung in the air — heavy, sacred, and undeniable. Today was not just the day of the Imperial Ball. It was the day fate began to stir.
Empress Celestia sat upon her obsidian throne, adorned in golden armor, a red cape flowing on her back, a golden crown shining on her head. Her light blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight like threads of silk, cascading down her back in gentle waves. A cold, unreadable expression veiled her face — the face of the strongest woman in the world, the sovereign of the Empire.
Before her stood an old man wrapped in simple white robes, his eyes hidden beneath a hood. His voice was slow, calm, and filled with millennia of quiet knowledge.
