The night was calm, the moonlight weaving silver threads across the palace courtyard as I perched silently on the branch of a tall tree, just a few feet away from Celestia's room. Her silhouette was faintly visible through the delicate veil of her curtains as her maids fussed around, preparing her for bed. I watched quietly, cloaked in invisibility, waiting patiently until they finally left, leaving her alone.
Celestia sat on her bed for a moment, as if lost in thought, before slowly rising and walking toward the balcony. The doors creaked open under her touch, letting the cool midnight breeze rush in. Her long lavender hair fluttered around her like soft ribbons caught in the wind, and her gaze lifted toward the sky.
She was searching for something. No—searching for someone. Most likely me.
Her hands came together, fingers laced tightly over her chest as she closed her eyes, her voice no more than a whisper carried by the wind.
"Lord Dragon, Lord Dragon… please come. Please…"
