Inauguration • 3

Celestia sat stiffly in her seat, her hands clasped tightly on her lap as the ceremony unfolded.

A wave of applause erupted after the orator's words, but Celestia's heart wasn't in it.

However, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the towering figure of Lysandra as she entered. She certainly dressed to impress.

The Headmistress of the Royal Institution, as everyone commonly knew, was built like a striking Amazonian woman, her presence commanding and elegant.

Today, her tall, voluptuous frame was draped in robes of deep violet, trimmed with silver embroidery that glistened like diamonds under the light.

Her silver hair was designed to neat locks and shaped into a crown atop her head, accentuating her sharp facial features. As she reached the orator, her strides were purposeful, her head held high, exuding authority that demanded attention.

The applause died down once she got to the center of the stage, raising a hand to quiet the room.