The Throne room was quiet, basking in the calm before the Storm. Princess Celestia, ever the brilliant with her sheer-white, perfectly kept fur, and ethereal celestial mane flowing in an unscramble wind, sat upon her throne; one of two, the other, empty. Both were of Regal craft, but accented in their associated Princesses minor colors, to distinguish. As if the giant, stained-glass windows behind each throne didn't do that already. 