Judge Twilight Sparkle

"Stop it Rarity!" Twilight tried to push the manebrush away with her magic, but the fashionista was surprisingly adept at maneuvering the object and continued her styling unhindered.

"Look darling, I have battled Sweetie Belle on many occasions to get her mane finished properly, I think I can handle you," the white unicorn replied softly, her focus mostly on the hundreds of strands of hair she was trying to get inch perfect.

"You know I could just teleport you outside the room and look the door?" the princess replied a little huffly.

"That would be a crime...against fashion!" Rarity dramatically replied as she continued to style Twilights mane "And whilst I know you could you use your powers to do that, what sort of friend would that make you?"

Twilight rolled her eyes, as all of her friends knew that the only had to mention the 'F' word and she would go along with them "But I can do my own mane...I may be a Princess, but I don't what everypony fawning over me!"

"Of course not darling, but as the royal stylist it's my job to make you look perfect before the recording."

"When did you become the royal stylist?"

"Erm, just now?" Rarity pleaded a little with her eyes, and the alicorn knew where the younger Belle had learnt her manipulative looks from, her older sister.

"Fine, you can be executive stylist for this stupid TV show. But why do I have to wear a cloak...." Twilight looked down at the robe she was wearing, findling with it a little with one of her hooves "...Celestia and Luna don't wear cloaks," she moped.

It was Rarity's turn to giggle as Twilight acted like a filly "Yes, but they are holding royal court in Canterlot..." Rarity began until noticing the wave of Twilight's hoof told the unicorn to stop.

"I know, choosing to hold court in Ponyville means it's only a district court, and because the judges usually aren't princesses they wear cloaks to elevate themselves when holding court," Twilight replied matter of factly "But it seems so silly for me to wear one!"

"It may be to you, but everypony else admires you. You are the first new Princess in recorded history, and your subjects..."

Twilights ears fell at little at the word.

"...your subjects - " Rarity highlighted the point again "- love you, and love to see you decked out as a Princess should. I'm afraid it's one of those duties that I, myself, would adore, that you must endure."

Twilight smiled "You would make a wonderful Princess Rarity, perhaps I should cast the wing spell again?"

"After what happened last time...I prefer my hooves on the ground, thank you!" Rarity replied dramatically, causing them both to laugh "But just because it's a traditional robe, I thought that there was no reason it can't Sparkle a little...pun not intended dear."

Twilight giggled and looked over the robe. It was still in the traditional style but she had to admit the way Rarity had incorporated jewels and Twilights Cutie Mark into the design was a remarkable piece of work. "Thank you Rarity, it is lovely!"

"No problem darling" and the pair took the opportunity to have a quick hug, before Spike coughed from the doorway to grab the pairs attention.

"Twilight, it's time to get the first show underway."

"Sure thing Spike, just give me a minute to finish up here" Twilight replied warmly, and Spike shot his princess a salute before walking back outside.

"Did you notice something?" Rarity half pawed at the ground after the dragon had left.

"What?" Twilight asked

"Well, Spike didn't seem to revere me like he usually does?"

Twilight's eyes sparkled a little "Oh, do you miss the attention?"

Rarity blushed a little "A lady always likes a compliment, and Spike always knew exactly what to say to brighten anypony's day!"

Twilight giggled again at the response "Trust me, I don't think you have anything to worry about. It's just he takes his bailiff duties very seriously. And saying that, I better not keep him waiting." Twilight placed her crown ontop her head and trotted out of the room.

"Go get them!" Rarity called out as she packed away the items, before heading out the other door and finding her way to the main part of the courtroom.