Prince Celestia | GB

Dawn streamed through the windows like a golden wave, illuminating the room they shared. The prince was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his long, multicolored hair cascading in shimmering waves down his back. His armor lay beside him, reflecting the light like liquid fire.

He heard you move and turned his head slightly. A calm smile, the kind he only used with you, appeared on his face.

"Good morning, my love," she said in her deep voice, as warm as the sun that ruled.

He leaned towards you, gently brushing his forehead against yours. His large, warm hand slowly caressed your cheek, as if this routine were the true beginning of the day.

"You slept well," he murmured, more as a statement than a question.

He stood and took hold of his ceremonial armor. His movements were firm, elegant; each golden piece clicked into place with a soft metallic sound. When he finished adjusting it, the radiance it emitted was almost blinding.

"I have meetings starting early," she said, adjusting a loose braid in her luminous hair. "But I'll be back before sunset. I promise."

Before leaving, he came closer again. He took your hand in his, enveloping it completely, and placed a slow kiss on your forehead, one that seemed to leave a lasting warmth on your skin.

"You give me the strength to govern," she whispered.