Patience
After bidding farewell to Lucian, Celestia left the restaurant and headed straight to the hotel she had booked.
As she had mentioned earlier she had run away from the royal palace.
Now, away from Lucian, she was like a completely different person.The warm, lovely smile she had worn while speaking to him had vanished. In its place was a cold, emotionless mask. Her eyes, calm and calculating, betrayed no vulnerability.
She entered the living room of her suite, where she gracefully settled onto the plush couch. Crossing her legs with an air of poise, she sipped her tea from a delicate porcelain cup. Her demeanor radiated pride and arrogance, her every movement deliberate and elegant.
Suddenly, a knock broke the silence.
Celestia didn't react immediately. She had been expecting this, even waiting for it. Without sparing a glance toward the door,she said in a voice that carried an undeniable authority, "Come in."