Imperial Capital City Mordheim.
Imperial Palace.
Inside the Throne Room.
Queen Celestia sat upon her throne, a vision of ethereal grace and quiet power. The throne was majestic, made of gold with beautiful carvings along its surface.
The throne room shimmered beneath the warm glow of enchanted chandeliers, their soft light dancing across marble floors and towering pillars adorned with golden vines.
Her gown flowed like liquid starlight, woven from silken threads that shifted between silver and soft moon-white. Intricate patterns, ancient symbols of divinity and sovereignty—glimmered faintly along the fabric, as if they held whispers of forgotten magic. A delicate crown rested atop her silver hair, every jewel capturing the light like stars gathered in a circlet.
The crown that she hadn't worn when meeting her daughter, but when sitting on her throne, she always wore it.
