Disguised in my Ocean form, I perched on the sturdy branch of an old oak tree, hidden beneath the veil of my invisibility spell. Nox nestled comfortably on my shoulder, his feathers ruffling slightly as he observed the scene below with keen eyes. From my vantage point, I watched Celestia's maids bustling around her, fussing over the final touches of her attire. They had dressed her in a delicate pink gown—far too extravagant for a noble girl intending to go out incognito. The soft shimmer of the fabric caught the sunlight filtering in the room, making her seem almost ethereal.
With a measured breath, Celestia pulled on a deep red cloak, the hood slipping over her lavender locks just as a knock resonated at the door. One of the maids opened it, revealing another servant waiting in the hallway.
"His Highness is waiting at the entrance," the maid informed her in a respectful tone.
