The days after Celestia's decision were filled with action. The tension in the kingdom was palpable, and each passing moment felt heavier than the last. With the first wave of soldiers preparing to march into the eastern territories, there was no more time for hesitation. The weight of her choices pressed down on her—each decision she made carried the lives of thousands on its shoulders.
Yet, despite the urgency of the situation, Celestia couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. She had begun to make decisions as the head of House Rochefort, but the burden of it all still made her feel small, fragile, as though she were standing on the edge of a precipice, unsure whether to leap or retreat.
