Queen Celestia entered the dining hall.
She wore a flowing blue gown that draped perfectly over her figure, accentuating every graceful line of her tall, elegant frame. Her long silver hair fell freely down her back, shimmering softly beneath the warm light of the chandeliers above.
Her height was something else entirely.
Easily over six feet. Around hundred and eighty-five, maybe eighty-six centimeters. And her heels only added to it.
Amon noticed this the moment she stepped through the doors. Not that he was short by any measure. He stood at a hundred and seventy-six centimeters himself. But standing in the same room as her, that gap felt oddly significant.
'Calm down' , he told himself. 'You're still growing. A few more centimeters and you'll be at a hundred and eighty easily.'
He returned his gaze to her.
Her presence alone had already changed the room. The quiet conversations around the table had stopped. The atmosphere had grown heavier. Liked the air before a storm.
