Queen Celestia's Bed Chambers.

As the great and vibrant sun soon came into view in the sky, the lone tall and stunning ruler of the day light had finally placed her hands down after raising such a task. Running her nimble fingers over the long flowing locks of color from within her hair, its soft and thick texture allowed her hand to glide through it with ease. Feeling no knots from the magical shine with a soft smile forming over her once concentrated lips, Queen Celestia turned to her closet. Removing the cloth covering its selections up and hanging on the wall, the varieties meant nothing to the noble Queen as her finger tips brushed passed two choices. The one, a silky white with golden stitches as the solar crest lays over her chest. Her memories sparking when she first retrieved such clothing. Her subjects had made it for her as a present, their fine craftsmanship no doubt extraordinary. Unfortunately, by her accepting such a gift, she never expected them to bow to her as a goddess. How could she not have known, her sister was getting neglected and looked down upon, while she was being raised to the top. The very thought of it had sent a nauseous feeling down towards her stomach, her head full of regret as she turned to the other outfit.

Hung in all its glory with a sword leaning next to it, her white and light grey uniform for war. Designed specifically to fit her unique physique, the pale warrior questioned if she truly still loved it the way she did when her sister betrayed her. She had slipped this on, and rode out to war. Ever since then, the war continued, but she was often needed here, for royal duties. Celestia knew her subjects and civilians needed her as well as the general and his men, but splitting her time up was always so hard. Being only one person, goddess or not, and handle the whole public, was indeed tougher then she ever expected. The Queen felt lonely at times, often never speaking her true feelings towards others she didn't wish to bare them on. Always placing on a smile and a bright face, her body language and emotions showed happiness and determination for peace, however her heart screamed for love. Not in the way most would think, but the love of her family, and only living relative.

To break down in front of Princess Luna would be suicide, not to mention degrading on all levels of royalty. When the lunar Queen left, she took a piece of Celestia with her, a piece she would never get back. The thoughts continued to swirl within her mind set, each and every day as her eyebrows strained with her forehead as an irritated frown soon came into view. No. She would not be weak for her subjects, for she was the goddess of the sun and needed to show she meant business. Picking out her dress for the first half of the day in dealing with commoner problems in her throne room, slipping it on had always been so easy as its long and flowing bottoms had completely covered her from neck to toe. Tightened from her neck to her stomach and branching out to become bigger as the bottom went down, she felt comfortable. Picking out her sparkling shoes and recollecting herself in the mirror, pink orbs glanced over her frame with a firm expression of determination, signaling she was in fact ready to face the world today. Strolling to the door and quickly turning around, her arm had reached out as she snagged her sword on impact. Strapping it to her thigh as a security measure and possibly feeling a little cautious despite her royal guards, it was concealed easily behind her long white dress. Stepping out of her room and this time perfectly ready for the day, Queen Celestia of the Solar Empire left her bed chambers.

[Exit Queen Celestia.]