Peniel
The crisp wind carried the faint scent of pine and earth as Princess Celestria faced me, her expression composed, unreadable. Her hands rested lightly at her sides, but there was an undeniable weight in her gaze.
“Besides not asking anyone to join me or disturb me in my travels, I certainly don’t want someone to threaten me,” she said, her voice steady and laced with quiet authority. A small smile curled her lips, a deliberate move that felt like a dagger beneath my skin. “My father has made it clear—he will punish anyone who dares menace me.”
Her calmness burned me more than any insult could have. My fists tightened, nails digging into my palms, but I forced myself to remain still. The way she spoke, as if she knew I wouldn’t dare touch her, as if she knew she’d win no matter wh
