Twilight stood nervously before the large mirror in her new room, struggling to tame her unruly mane with a brush. Over and over, the brush caught on a tangle and got stuck. "Ugh," she groaned in frustration. "Come on, you stupid brush, move," she cried out into the empty room. Her eyes widened in anger as she impatiently tugged at the brush, which stubbornly remained tangled in her hair

She sighed deeply and looked at her reflection in the mirror while pulling the brush through her hair with more force. "Why does my mane have to be so uncooperative today?" she muttered. Celestia had mentioned that Twilight should look especially presentable for today’s lesson. Twilight's heart pounded faster at the thought of what might be awaiting her.

Twilight still remembered the exact words. "My dear student, tomorrow presents a rare opportunity for a particularly important lesson. But for that, you must show yourself from your best side and look especially well-groomed." Celestia’s gentle voice echoed in Twilight's thoughts. Twilight squeezed her eyes shut in frustration and continued to yank at her brush when a gentle knock on the door interrupted her.

Twilight's eyes widened, and her heart began to beat faster. What was Celestia doing here already? "Just a moment, please, five more minutes," she called out in a cheerful tone, trying hard to conceal her nervousness. She tugged even harder at the brush, tears forming in her eyes. "Come on," she murmured desperately.

The door opened quietly, and Celestia entered with a warm smile. Her mane shimmered in the soft light of the room, and her presence filled the space with a comforting warmth. Twilight paused, hastily turning to hide her tears.

"Good morning, Twilight. Do you need help?" Celestia asked gently.

Twilight flinched and quickly tried to blink away her tears. "No, everything's fine," she said hastily, forcing a big, fake smile as she turned to face Celestia. "Yes, absolutely perfect."

Celestia shook her head slightly and stepped closer. "Twilight, you don’t need to lie to me. I’m happy to help you." She offered a subtle smile and added playfully, "Though I must admit, you do look quite adorable with your frizzy mane." She chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Twilight lowered the brush and pouted, staring at her hooves. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she could feel the heat rising in her face. "I'm just so nervous," she admitted quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "My mane just won't do what I want it to today." Her eyes filled with tears again, and she sniffed lightly, feeling frustrated and embarrassed.

Celestia smiled lovingly and stepped even closer to Twilight until she was right behind her. With a gentle nod, she let her horn light up and took hold of the brush. "Let me help you," she said soothingly. The magical aura around the brush began to move, gently untangling the knots in Twilight's mane. "It's perfectly normal to be nervous, especially before an important day." As she spoke, her magic softly ran through Twilight’s hair until it was smooth and tidy. "Sometimes, we just need a little help to make things right."

Twilight continued to stare at her hooves and murmured, "I’m just afraid of messing everything up. What if I disappoint you?"

Celestia paused. She turned Twilight to face her and leaned down to gently lift Twilight's chin with a soft hoof. Celestia looked deeply into her eyes and spoke in a warm, reassuring voice, "Twilight, you don't have to prove anything to make me proud. As long as you do your best, that will always be enough, I promise you." Her smile was full of confidence and love. "Besides, you wouldn’t be my student if you were already perfect at everything, would you?"

Twilight felt the tension slowly leaving her body. "No, I guess not," she said softly. "I’ll do my best."

Celestia stroked her gently on the cheek and then took a step back to give Twilight the chance to finish getting ready. "That's all I expect of you, Twilight," she said with an encouraging smile. "Are you ready to get dressed for your special lesson today?"

Twilight looked up curiously and asked, "What is the lesson, anyway? Why is it so special?"

Celestia watched Twilight with a mysterious smile as the young unicorn filly approached a coat hook on the wall. "Well, my dear student," she began, her voice tinged with a quiet laugh, "sometimes the most important lessons are not found in books or learned through magical exercises. Sometimes, they lie in the opportunities that life offers us."

Twilight nodded thoughtfully but stood uncertainly before the hook. Hanging from it was a light summer dress that gently fluttered in the breeze from the open window. A palace servant had brought it to her yesterday at Celestia’s request. The dress was a soft lavender shade that perfectly complemented Twilight's coat. Small silver embroideries in the shape of stars adorned the hem and shimmered slightly in the light streaming through the tall windows.

"Oh… this dress is beautiful," Twilight whispered in awe as she carefully lifted it from the hook with her magic. She pressed a sleeve against her coat and ran a hoof over it, as if testing the fabric's feel. "But… why do I need a dress for a lesson?" she asked, confused, her brow furrowing.

Celestia stepped closer, a gentle smile on her lips, and helped Twilight carefully slip into the dress. With practiced movements, she smoothed the fabric and adjusted the sleeves. "Today is one of those opportunities I just mentioned," Celestia explained as she watched Twilight move slightly in the dress to ensure it fit properly. "You will be attending a session of the Noble Council."

Twilight froze in the middle of the room, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion. "The Noble Council?" she repeated, as if the words were a curse. "But… I’m not a noble," she said hesitantly, lowering her head. "Why should I be there?"

Celestia laughed softly, a melodious laugh that only deepened Twilight's confusion. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, as if she were hearing a joke only she understood. "It will be a valuable experience for you," she finally replied, taking on a more serious tone. "Being a powerful mage is not just about understanding the secrets of magic but also about understanding the world we live in. Whether you like it or not, you will one day be a powerful and influential mare and will have to make many important decisions."

Twilight still felt a bit uneasy as she returned to the large mirror in her room and gazed at her reflection. The elegant dress shimmered in the light, and it felt strange to see herself so dressed up. "And… what am I supposed to do there?" she asked cautiously. "I don’t know anything about politics."

Celestia moved closer to Twilight and gently lowered herself to the ground so that she was eye level with her student. "Twilight, I’ve already told you," she began softly, "if you already knew everything, you wouldn’t need me as a teacher." With a loving smile, she wrapped a wing around Twilight and pulled the little filly gently to her side. "Today, you are simply to sit beside me and listen carefully. Take in everything you hear and see… it will help you understand the world better."

Twilight felt the comforting warmth of Celestia's wings and leaned into the powerful alicorn, her tension easing a little. "I just love being your student so much and don't want to lose that," she said quietly but happily.

Celestia gently stroked Twilight’s mane and softly guided a stray strand back into place. "I know, my faithful student," she whispered soothingly. "And if you have any questions, you can always ask me. There are no silly questions, only those you do not ask."

Twilight took a deep breath and slowly stepped out of Celestia's warm embrace. "Alright, I'm ready," she said, her voice now a bit firmer, her eyes full of determination. "Let's go."

Celestia nodded with satisfaction and gracefully rose. "Then come along, my student," she said, smiling, as she opened the door with a gentle shimmer of her magic. "Just follow me to the council chamber."

Twilight followed Celestia through the palace's vast corridors. She had already been living in the palace for two weeks, but she still couldn't get enough of the breathtaking architecture and the displays of Equestria’s history. Every corner seemed to hide a new secret, and she had to restrain herself from stopping at every interesting detail.

Celestia noticed Twilight's attentive glances and smiled slightly. "This palace carries a lot of history within its walls," she began in a casual tone that nonetheless held deep meaning. "Many of the decisions made here have shaped our kingdom over centuries."

Twilight turned her gaze from the tapestries to Celestia, trying to focus her thoughts on what was to come. "And today, one of those decisions will be made, right, Empress?" she asked shyly.

"In a way, yes," Celestia replied as she continued at her steady pace. "Today’s council meeting has been convened by Duchess Bloodthorn, a noble from the southern part of the country. She wants to discuss security issues in her duchy. There are always topics that can change the world, Twilight. What's important is that you learn to understand and evaluate these topics."

Twilight frowned thoughtfully. "Security issues…" she murmured before asking more loudly, "You said I'm learning to understand the world today, but… why do I need to know about security problems in the south?"

Celestia laughed softly, a mischievous gleam appearing in her eyes. "My dear, magic is more than just spells and tricks. It is a force for change." Her voice grew warmer as she added, "With it, you can inspire, protect those you care about…" Celestia paused, and suddenly her expression changed. Her eyes grew sharper, her smile disappeared, and her voice took on a cooler, firmer tone. "...or destroy those who threaten you."

A palpable heat radiated from the Empress for a moment, and Twilight felt an eerie, powerful aura fill the room. It was as if a sudden gust of wind blew through the corridors, causing the torches on the walls to flicker slightly.

Twilight shuddered involuntarily and swallowed, surprised by the sudden change in Celestia's demeanor. "I… I understand," she stammered, unsure of what to think.

Celestia noticed the reaction, and her expression softened back into a friendly smile. "I know it’s hard to grasp, Twilight," she said gently, "but these lessons will help you understand the world around you… and your place in it."

Twilight followed Celestia, her thoughts swirling with questions. She wanted to learn more about this council meeting, but even more, she wanted to understand why Celestia had suddenly shown her this side of herself. Was it a warning? A lesson? Or perhaps both?

After a few moments of silence, she decided to ask one of her questions. "Empress," she began hesitantly, "what exactly makes a duchess like Bloodthorn so powerful that she can convene a council meeting? I mean… aren’t there more important matters than those of some noble?"

Celestia smiled softly as she heard Twilight's question. "A good question, Twilight. The Duchess is not just any random noble," she explained with a gentle but firm voice, "but also the ruler of a very significant area in the south, rich in natural resources."

Twilight perked up her ears and listened intently to every word. Celestia continued, "Her duchy is the center of the gemstone trade. Nearly seventy percent of all gemstones in Equestria come from her mines. This gives her not only economic influence but also political power. She is also a member of the High Council, an assembly of the ten most important nobles."

Twilight nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. "And… what does it mean that she's on the High Council?" she asked curiously.

Celestia paused briefly and smiled. "The High Council consists of the ten most influential nobles in the land, Twilight. Each of them represents the interests of the nobility as a whole, as well as the ponies of Equestria. Bloodthorn is one of these ten. Her voice carries a lot of weight." She paused briefly and added quietly, "And she is a master at using her power to pursue her own goals."

Twilight frowned and thought about what Celestia had said. "So… does that mean she's going to try to push something that benefits her today?"

Celestia nodded slowly, her face calm, but her eyes sharp. "Exactly, my student."

Twilight stayed close behind Celestia as they finally came to a stop before a large, heavy door. In the center of the door was an ornate golden sun engraved, strongly reminiscent of Celestia’s cutie mark. Above the door hung a golden plaque with the inscription "To the Ponys of Equestria." Twilight couldn't help but take a deep breath before following her teacher. Her steps suddenly felt heavy and hesitant.

With a soft glow of her horn, Celestia opened the doors, which swung open silently but majestically. The council chamber unfolded before them in all its splendor. The high ceilings were intricately decorated, and a massive golden chandelier in the shape of a radiant sun hung from above, reflecting light throughout the room. In every corner, large banners in soft blue, adorned with Celestia’s cutie mark, seemed to glow in the light.

A massive crystal table dominated the center of the hall, surrounded by eleven ornately carved chairs, their backs gleaming in delicate patterns. Nine of these chairs were already occupied, and the nobles present looked up curiously as the doors opened and Celestia entered the room.

Twilight’s eyes swept over the attendees, and an uneasy feeling crept over her as she noticed one detail: Of the nine nobles seated, seven were unicorns. Two were pegasi, but not a single earth pony sat at the table. Were these few supposed to represent all of Equestria? She swallowed hard and felt her cheeks flush slightly. She quickly tried to focus her gaze on the crystal table to hide her nervousness.

A blond unicorn stallion with sharp blue eyes caught her gaze. A mocking smile flitted across his face when he noticed Twilight. He looked her up and down before barely perceptibly shaking his head, as if ridiculing her appearance. Twilight’s heart beat faster, and she suddenly felt small and insignificant in this room full of powerful ponies.

Celestia walked with Twilight at her side through the hall, the heads of the attendees following them. They walked to the other end of the table, where the largest and most elaborate chair stood. "Sit here next to me, Twilight," Celestia whispered softly, indicating a seat to her right. "I apologize that we didn’t have a chair prepared for you." She smiled reassuringly, her voice barely more than a gentle breath in the room’s silence.

Twilight sat next to Celestia and gave her a brave smile. "That’s no problem, my Empress. I’ve had more uncomfortable seats in my life," she said bravely, trying to hide her nervousness. But her gaze continued to wander around the room and finally landed on a pink unicorn.

The mare had a softly curled, violet-pink mane that fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, and her large lavender eyes radiated a gentle warmth. The mare sat a bit apart and gave Twilight a shy smile when their eyes met. It was a warm, welcoming smile that instantly had a calming effect on Twilight. She felt some of her tension ease and smiled back, grateful for the friendly gesture in the midst of the overwhelming atmosphere.

Celestia noticed Twilight’s interest and leaned in slightly to whisper, "That is Lady Mi Amore Cadenza. She resides most of the year here in Canterlot, but she originally comes from a duchy further north. She is known for her efforts to fight social injustice and help the less privileged. Cadenza has a big heart, even though some nobles don’t take her very seriously for it."

Twilight nodded and suddenly remembered stories she had heard in the past. "I think I've heard of her," she whispered back. "Didn’t she start a project to promote education in the lower districts? I think some older foals in our orphanage learned basic things like reading because of it."

Celestia smiled softly. "Exactly. She has initiated many such projects. Unfortunately, she often struggles to get the support she needs. The initiative you mentioned was abandoned a few years ago. Still, Mi Amore never gives up. She firmly believes that everyone deserves a better life, regardless of their background or status."

Twilight felt drawn to this description and glanced again at Lady Cadenza, who still wore a friendly smile. There was something about her demeanor that calmed Twilight's own insecurities a little. She admired the way Cadenza seemed so gentle yet resolute—a strength that seemed to come not from power or authority but from empathy and conviction.

Celestia continued quietly, "Don't be fooled by her gentleness, Twilight. Lady Cadenza has more influence than one might think at first glance."

Suddenly, the gate opened again, and all eyes turned toward the last missing member of the High Council. Duchess Bloodthorn entered the room. She was a striking figure—tall, with a dark elegance that immediately drew all attention to her. Her coat was a deep, smoky gray, and her eyes shone with a cold, intense red, like glowing fire rubies flickering in the half-light.

Her mane, as black as the night, flowed in smooth, perfectly shaped waves over her back and gleamed like polished obsidian, catching the chandelier's light in shimmering reflections. She wore a deep red dress that emphasized her form and was interwoven with silver jewelry that glittered in the chandelier's light. Around her neck lay a thin gold chain with a striking obsidian pendant in the shape of a rose.

Her mere presence seemed to make the air in the room heavier, and Twilight could feel the sudden tension that spread like an invisible net around the attendees. The Duchess moved forward with an unshakable elegance, her hooves setting a confident, almost threatening rhythm on the floor. As she passed the other nobles, they bowed slightly—not out of respect but more out of a kind of forced courtesy. Almost none of those present dared to look her in the eye for long.

Twilight felt a cold shiver run down her back as she watched the Duchess. There was something about her that made Twilight feel like a storm was approaching, even though the sky was clear. Bloodthorn nodded almost imperceptibly to the others before taking her seat with a fluid motion.

Celestia remained calm, her expression unchangingly serene, but Twilight noticed a tiny flicker in her teacher’s eyes—a hint of alertness mixed with something Twilight couldn’t quite decipher. Celestia leaned in slightly and whispered, "That is Duchess Bloodthorn. I’ve already told you about her. Be vigilant, Twilight. Caution is required in her presence."

Twilight swallowed and nodded silently, her eyes still fixed on the imposing figure of the Duchess.

Celestia slowly rose from her seat, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. A radiant smile spread across her face, exuding a strange mixture of warmth and authority. Her gaze wandered over the assembled nobles, who immediately focused their attention on her. She let a brief moment of silence pass before beginning to speak, her voice clear and melodic, yet with an unmistakable firmness.

"Esteemed council members," she began, choosing her words carefully, "I warmly welcome you to this important meeting here in Canterlot. It always fills me with joy and pride to see so many of you gathered at one table, all united in the pursuit of the well-being of our beloved Equestria."

She paused briefly, her gaze resting on each of the attendees as if she could read their thoughts. "As I see, we are all present today, and I thank you for your attendance and willingness to participate in this discussion."

Her voice grew a bit more serious, without losing any of its gentleness. "Today's meeting has been called at the request of Duchess Bloodthorn. A matter she considers urgent enough to bring before this esteemed council—a threat to the internal security of our realm."

Celestia turned her head slightly and directed her gaze at the Duchess, her expression remaining friendly, but her eyes appeared watchful. "I now hand over the floor to Duchess Bloodthorn," she declared in a polite tone, "so she can explain her concerns to us in more detail and share her views with us."

With a graceful movement, Celestia sat down again, but her eyes remained focused on Bloodthorn as she waited for her to speak.

Bloodthorn nodded briefly as she stood up, her figure like a shadow casting over the room. Her posture was straight and proud, her eyes gleaming with confidence as she scrutinized the other attendees with a piercing gaze. A faint smile played on her lips, but it never quite reached her eyes. Her voice was clear and cool, with a hint of sharpness as she took the floor.

"Thank you, Empress Celestia," she began, choosing her words carefully, and her tone swung between respectful and insistent. "I have called this meeting because the situation in my duchy is becoming increasingly precarious. There are disturbances in the mining towns, and crime is on the rise. Resources are running low, and the hardship is growing. Our workers suffer from bitter poverty, and the situation threatens to spiral out of control."

She let her words hang in the air for a moment before adopting a more concerned expression and continuing in a slightly softer but no less determined voice. "That is why I ask the crown for support—additional funds to deal with this crisis and ensure the security of my duchy."

A murmur ran through the ranks of the nobles; some looked skeptical, while others muttered quietly among themselves. Twilight could feel the tension in the room rising, and she glanced at Celestia, who remained calm and attentive as she watched Bloodthorn.

Lady Mi Amore Cadenza was the first to speak. "The reports of the precarious situation in your duchy fill me with great regret, Duchess Bloodthorn," she began in a gentle yet firm voice. "However, I find myself questioning whether the funds you request would truly help solve this problem."

She paused briefly, her eyes scanning the room before returning to Bloodthorn. "Your duchy is one of the wealthiest in all of Equestria, and many of the mines are in your private possession. The poverty you speak of seems less a result of resource scarcity and more a consequence of your own priorities. You pay your workers poorly, while large sums of money go into theaters, monuments, and militarization rather than public infrastructure like education and social security. If we grant you more funds, it could be like adding fuel to the fire."

After Lady Cadenza's words, there was a moment of tense silence in the council chamber. The attendees glanced at each other, some with curiosity, others with concern, as they waited to see how Bloodthorn would respond to this challenge.

Bloodthorn slowly raised her head, and a cold, thin smile played on her lips. "Lady Cadenza, I appreciate your concerns," she began with a voice as smooth as silk but with an underlying edge. "But I'm afraid you do not fully understand the situation in my duchy. It is easy to judge from a wealthy and privileged place like Canterlot."

She cast a quick glance at the other council members, as if testing their support, before continuing. "Without the crown's support, tensions could escalate, and this would not only destabilize my duchy but all of Equestria."

Twilight observed the faces of the council members and noticed that some nodded thoughtfully, while others remained skeptical. She felt her curiosity grow and leaned slightly toward Celestia. "Empress, do you think she's telling the truth?" she whispered.

Celestia kept her gaze on Bloodthorn and replied in a calm voice, "Politics is rarely a matter of truth, Twilight, but rather one of persuasion. Fear can be very convincing."

Before another council member could speak, an older, dignified stallion dressed in fine robes whom Twilight recognized as Lord Regal Crest, an influential noble from the west of the country, rose. "Perhaps it would be wise to coordinate the use of the funds from here in Canterlot if we decide to grant them," he suggested. "To ensure they truly benefit those in need."

Bloodthorn’s smile faded for a brief moment before she composed herself again. "With all due respect, Lord Regal Crest," she said, her voice now sharper, "but overseeing the use of our resources could be seen as an act of patronization—an intrusion on my duchy's sovereignty. Let us not forget that the duchies in Equestria enjoy a certain degree of autonomy. A control by the crown could be perceived as an attack on this freedom."

Celestia allowed a moment of silence before seizing the opportunity to re-enter the conversation. "Of course, the autonomy of the duchies is an important asset, Duchess Bloodthorn," she said in a calm, gentle voice. "But equally important is transparency for our citizens."

Twilight looked up at Celestia, impressed by the calmness and composure her teacher exuded. She felt the warmth and strength in Celestia's words, and a faint feeling of admiration rose within her.

Celestia continued, her voice as gentle as the wind rustling through the trees, but with an inner strength that was unmistakable. "I suggest we find a middle ground. A cooperation in which the Duchess receives the funds under her supervision, with an independent pony from the crown, who must approve the expenditures."

Some of the council members began to murmur, and Twilight could see some of them nodding in agreement. Bloodthorn, however, seemed to hesitate briefly, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "An interesting idea, Your Majesty," she said slowly, studying Celestia carefully. "But who would undertake this voluntary supervision?"

Celestia smiled slightly and replied, "I am sure we can find a neutral and capable individual who is acceptable to both you and the crown. Someone we can all trust."

Twilight felt the tension in the room reach a new level. She couldn’t help but wonder who Celestia had in mind. She glanced at Lady Cadenza, who appeared calm and resolute, as if she had made an inner decision.

Before Bloodthorn could respond, adenza spoke up: "I would be willing to take on this task if it is agreeable to the council and Duchess Bloodthorn. My only interest is the welfare of all ponies in Equestria."

Some of the council members looked surprised, while others nodded in agreement. Bloodthorn looked at Cadenza with an indefinable expression, then smiled again, though more forced than before. "That is very generous of you, Lady Cadenza," she said slowly. "I think I can agree to that, provided the reports are also presented to the High Council to ensure transparency." A slight growl resonated in her tone.

Celestia nodded, and a quiet, satisfied smile spread across her lips. "A wise decision, Duchess Bloodthorn," she said. "That way, we will all see how the aid reaches its goal and makes Equestria safer and stronger."

The meeting continued in this manner for several more hours. The nobles debated heatedly on various topics, and Twilight tried to listen attentively. But the longer the session lasted, the harder it became for her to maintain focus. Her thoughts began to drift, and she noticed her eyelids growing heavier.

The room was filled with voices overlapping, from gentle murmurs to sharp, heated arguments. Twilight let her gaze wander over the nobles, trying to remember names and faces. But her thoughts kept returning to the words she had heard earlier—about poverty, injustice, and the role of power.

Just as she closed her eyes briefly to gather herself, she suddenly heard her name from one of the nobles at the table. Twilight blinked and sat up, surprised and suddenly wide awake.

"…and what of this new protégé of the Empress?" came the voice of the blond stallion with the sharp blue eyes Twilight had noticed earlier. His tone was cool, almost condescending. "What qualifies a foal of low standing to attend such a gathering? How is it that Her Majesty grants this upstart such a privilege, learning directly under her?" His lips curled into a thin, disdainful smile as he fixed his gaze on Twilight.

A quiet murmur went through the room, and Twilight felt the weight of the attendees' gazes on her like a heavy burden. Her heart began to race, and she felt uncertainty rise within her. She didn’t know whether she should respond—or even if she was allowed to.

Beside her, Celestia placed a reassuring hoof on Twilight's shoulder and spoke with a clear, firm voice: "Twilight Sparkle is not here because she belongs to a certain rank or title," she began, her words both gentle and resolute. "She is here because I see exceptional potential in her—a potential that goes beyond birthrights. I chose her as my student because I believe she has a great future ahead of her that will enrich our kingdom."

Twilight breathed a bit more steadily, grateful for Celestia's words, but the tension in the room remained palpable. The stallion snorted softly and leaned back, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Forgive me, Your Majesty," he said with undisguised mockery, "but I cannot comprehend how a half-blood like her is worth your time. My ancestors count among the most significant ponies in our history, and yet you overlooked my son. Is the presence of this filly just another whim of Her Majesty?"

Twilight felt Celestia beside her tense slightly, but the Empress remained outwardly calm. Her voice was gentle, but her words carried a weight that filled the room. "Lord Blueblood," she began, directing her piercing gaze at him, "the greatness of a pony is not determined by the blood in their veins but by the deeds they accomplish. A good teacher recognizes potential, even when it is still hidden."

Some of the nobles exchanged thoughtful glances, while others seemed skeptical. Lord Blueblood’s face reddened with anger, but he forced himself to maintain his composure, even though his eyes burned with fury. "Of course, Your Majesty," he replied stiffly, "but it remains troubling when traditions are so lightly cast aside."

"Traditions have their place," Celestia agreed, "but they must not stand in our way when it comes to looking forward and growing. We must be open to new ideas, fresh voices, and talents that have not yet been recognized."

Twilight felt her heart beat a little faster—this time out of relief and pride. She was grateful for Celestia's support and the sincere words that had shifted the direction of the discussion in her favor.

A quiet murmur ran through the room, some of the attendees nodding slowly in agreement, while others remained distrustful. Before anyone else could speak, Celestia raised her voice, calm yet determined: "My little ponies, let us now move on to the main agenda."

It wasn't long before Celestia rose from her chair, and the soft murmur in the hall immediately fell silent. With a calm but commanding voice, she spoke: "I thank you all for your valuable contributions and your dedication to the cause of Equestria." Her gaze slowly swept over the attendees, lingering briefly on each one, as if she could read their thoughts. "May our decisions today pave the way for a safer and more just Equestria."

Some of the nobles nodded earnestly, while others—especially Bloodthorn—remained with stony expressions. "This meeting is hereby adjourned," Celestia announced solemnly and bowed her head slightly as a sign of closure.

As the council members began to rise and leave their seats, Bloodthorn stood up and addressed Celestia directly. "Empress," she began, with a certain sharpness in her voice, "I hope the decisions made today will lead to real change." She paused briefly, letting her gaze wander over the table until it finally rested on Twilight. "And to you, young mage, know that the brightest lights often cast the deepest shadows." With that, the Duchess turned and left the hall.

Celestia gently placed a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. "Come, Twilight," she said soothingly, "let's go." She led Twilight out of the hall and into the wide corridors of the palace. The heavy doors closed behind them with a soft echo.

"How do you feel after your first meeting?" Celestia asked as they walked slowly through the corridors.

Twilight hesitated briefly, searching for the right words. "It was… more intense than I expected," she admitted. "I think I didn’t understand a lot. But I want to learn. I want to understand what I heard."

Celestia smiled with satisfaction and nodded. "That is the first step, Twilight. To question and learn."

Later, when Twilight was alone in her room, she thought again about the meeting. Bloodthorn's last remark echoed in her mind. "The deepest shadows…" she murmured softly to herself, trying to decipher the meaning of those words. "What could she have meant by that?"

Author's Note

It took a while, but here you have the latest chapter. Here we get to know some new characters. I hope you like the whole thing.

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