A faint smile touched her lips. Not the soft, kind sort. No. It was the type that said: it's going to be fun to punish you, mortal.
"Amon Vale," she spoke softly. Her voice flowed like velvet, warm yet commanding. A tone that could soothe and punish in the same breath.
Amon stiffly stood and bowed so low his forehead nearly kissed the table.
"G-Good morning, Your Majesty!"
Celestia's lips curved a fraction more, amused.
"You seem… rested."
Amon could feel sweat forming. Rested? Sure. If being chased by monsters, falling through portals, being saved by royalty, and then coming back to "resting" counted, then yes.
"…Y-Yes, Your Majesty," he managed, voice cracking just a little.
Celestia walked toward her seat, her aura so overwhelming that even the air felt heavier.
But just before she sat, her eyes flicked to him again — sharp, knowing.
"We will speak now."
Amon almost collapsed onto the chair.
I am so unbelievably doomed.
