The palace’s main areas are always quiet around noon. For a couple hours, most activity ceases, in the span between Celestia’s private court hours and hearing public petitions. This makes it the perfect time for a stroll. Your hoof-beats echo through the stone halls of the palace’s main floor, a solitary sound with no others to join you in your chorus of movement. The place is deserted. That’s fine, it meant nopony would bother you with other minor problems only you could address.