Equiis, Tower of the High Archmage
Duck de Steelhorn looked around at his office. Having been constructed during at the beginning of the Equestrian's Space Era it was made of sleek smooth silvery metal, with golden trimming around the top where the wall hits the ceiling and where the wall hits the floor. The office was mostly quiet except for the occasional shuffling of papers as the blue unicorn went over various documents on the state of the Equestrian Empire.The hum of the castle's generators could also be heard in the distance. A few grey filling cabinets set behind Duck and a brown desk with various papers and writing utensils scattered on its shiny surface. The office itself was rather large, having space for the desk and multiple filing cabinets and bookshelves.
Duck himself felt a bit tired. He associated it with his old age, no longer having the energy he once use to. After the end of the Draconian War he had gone back to his usual regime, dealing with the politics of the High Council and supervising the many magical academies of learning in Canterlot. It had been 10 years almost, but he still felt grief over the loss of Luna, the only other pony he had ever loved. Pulling him self away from that rather sad subject he began looking over multiple economic,military, and diplomatic reports. The Equestrian Military had suffered some losses, but was able to regain most of them towards the end of the war. The economy hadn't been prosperous as it once was due to Drac blockades of important trade routes, but with them gone they were being reactivated and expansion beginning once more, in the Milky way and the other galaxies that the Equestrians had scouted out and settled. There alliances remained stable, as such a thing was important in this time when there was rebuilding to be done.
Duck stood up and left his office, he was blinded a bit as he preferred working a low light environment. After adjusting himself to the light of the hallways he starting head towards one of the many balconies within the castle. There wasn't much sound going on except the occasional scraping of hoofs and claws on the metals floors, or the slamming of a door. He stepped out into the balcony and felt the cool night air and the grainy texture of the stone used to construct the balcony beneath his hooves. Placing his hooves on the railing of the balcony he looked over the many lights and tall towers of Canterlot. It was a beautiful night, he only wished he had someone to spend it with.