Spike had stopped his flight to Equestria after only having traveled about one kilometer. He had a bad feeling, and he began regretting that he’d left Rarity alone to carry out her second mission. After all, she was his friend, and he only hoped he wasn’t too late. Spike spun around in the night sky and flew as fast as he could back to the Changeling castle.

After several minutes, he had returned and hid behind a pillar near the front gates. There were two Changelings guarding the front doors, but they didn’t seem to see the small purple and green dragon hiding about twenty feet away from them. Spike began thinking of a plan to sneak in, but that plan was torn to pieces as the doors opened and his eyes filled with tears.

A Changeling Imperial Guard walked out of the front doors behind him a pair of normal Changeling Guards who carried the fallen Rarity on their backs. Her eyes had been closed and her neck returned to its normal forward position. The Imperial led the Guards over to an empty wooden crate.

“Here. Place her body in this. I shall deal with it in the morning. But for now I…I need to attend to King Davros…” he said in a quiet, worried voice.

The Guards gently lowered Rarity into the crate and reentered the castle with their superior. The doors shut and the two remaining Changelings stood at attention on each side with their halberds at the ready. Spike’s cheeks reddened as tears streamed down his face. His friend…his dear friend was dead. He didn’t know what to do, but he fought to resist making any rash decisions or panic.

She deserved better than this. Spike picked up a rock near the pillar he was hiding behind and chucked it far from himself. It made a small noise as it skittered across the stone ground. The two Changelings ears perked up and they ran off to investigate the sound. As soon as they were out of sight, Spike ran over to the crate and lifted Rarity’s body out of it, cradling her in his arms.

“Why, Rarity…? Why did I leave you like that? What came over me? I’m the worst friend imaginable...” he whispered as the tears fell freely.

He tightly closed his eyes and shook with guilt.

“It’s too late to save you now…but I can still bring you home where you belong…” he muttered as he took flight and headed back to Equestria with Rarity’s body in his arms.

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“How is he doing?” Soulweeper asked as he stood behind a trio of sages.

The three sages were standing around Davros’ body, doing their best to give the little mollusk energy he needs to survive, since daleks can’t survive too long without their casings. Davros himself was unconscious; his eye was closed and he breathed slowly and heavily. Another set of sages plus a blacksmith were focusing on the casing itself, they had discovered that the unicorn assassin had put a device on the back of the travel machine that was causing all of its problems.

“Well, we have been able to stabilize him, so he’s no longer in danger of dying. The device on the casing has been removed and it should be repaired shortly. He’ll just be unconscious for a short time,” a sage answered as she finished the analyzing him.

“A short time? How long is a short time?” Soulweeper pressed.

“Anywhere from three days to a week, sir. We apologize, but that’s how long it will take for his body to naturally recover from something like this,” another sage answered as he continued to observe Davros.

Soulweeper was deeply worried about Davros. Obviously the country needed him to tend to the its military, but now he was even more important then ever, with the death of Queen Chrysalis and him being the only lord makes him the immediate King of the Changelings. He had so many things to tell him about how to rule when he awoke, but for now, it would be a long week without him and he also had a funeral to prepare...

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Spike finally arrived back in Canterlot after having flown for several hours. Celestia had just begun to raise the morning sun. The small dragon landed in front of the Princesses’ castle and approached the gates. A pair of white Sun Guards, though shocked to see him holding a body, blocked him from entering until he frustratingly showed them the paperwork in his bag.

Upon entering the castle with a solemn look on his face, he was approached by the sister goddesses. Celestia covered her mouth as her eyes beheld the deceased pure white unicorn. Luna closed her eyes and lowered her head.

“I hope the report was worth it…because risking her life to assassinate the Changeling Queen wasn’t...” Spike mumbled as he clutched his lifeless friend in his arms.

“That report was invaluable to our cause, young Spike. We now know things that may change the course of the war thanks to your dedicated friend, Rarity,” Luna responded.

“I’m…sure she did everything she could,” Celestia said quietly, still covering her mouth with her hooves.

“It wasn’t enough…I’m so sorry, Rarity…” Spike closed his eyes and whispered in Rarity’s ear.

“I believe we should begin preparations for her funeral,” Celestia said, running a hoof gently along Rarity’s cold cheek. “Spike…if you wouldn’t mind…could you please inform Princess Twilight of her loss?”

“Yes, Princess…” Spike mumbled as he handed Rarity’s body to a Sun Guard that Luna had gestured at to come over.

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Davros had been moved to the bed in his King’s new bedchambers. He lay there motionless, except for the occasional deep breath, his travel machine standing next to the bed. Soulweeper sat at his side, guarding the new king with two guards positioned at the window and four at the door. They couldn’t risk another assassination right now.

“Davros…I don’t know if you can hear me…but thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for us…we never thought you’d be capable of so much in so little time. Our entire world was collapsing around us, and you saved it. But you must wake up…” he said out loud to himself.

The Imperial hadn’t slept in over twenty four hours, and the events of the last night had left him exhausted. It took every last ounce of energy for him to break the news of the Queen’s death to the changeling citizens, let alone preparing and conducting a funeral. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he rested his head next to Davros and fell asleep.

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Spike held his breath as he stood in front of Twilight’s door. How does one inform somepony of their spouse’s death? He had no idea. It was hard enough on him that his friend had died. But this was Twilight; she loved Rarity more than Spike ever could. This would break her heart into a thousand pieces.

The small dragon sighed and softly knocked on the door three times. He heard someone trot to the door and unlock it.

“Come in!” he heard a happy voice inside yell out to him.

Spike clawed his forehead. This would be far harder than he imagined. He entered and closed the door. Twilight sat down at a table with a cup of tea and a pile of books.

“Well hey there, Spike! Would you like a cup of tea?” she said with a wide smile.

Spike’s eyes were beginning to water. By Celestia, his own heart was breaking again…

“Sp…Spike? Is something wrong? And where’s Rarity?”

The small dragon couldn’t take it anymore. The confused look in Twilight’s eyes pierced him and he ran over to hug her as tightly as he could. Though surprised, she hugged him back.

“I’m so sorry, Twilight…Rarity won’t…she…she’s…” he stuttered as he tried to hold back the building flood of tears.

At this point, Twilight’s eyes were on the verge of tears as well. She had a feeling she knew what Spike was trying to say, and she almost didn’t want to hear him finish, but she had to know for sure. She grabbed his shoulders and looked into his bloodshot eyes.

“Spike, where is Rarity?” she pleaded.

“She…she’s…she’s no longer in this world…she’s dead.” Spike forced himself to speak as he shut his eyes.

Twilight’s eyes finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears ran down her face as she covered her eyes and quietly sobbed. Spike wrapped his arms around her and cried as well, though silently. They needed each other for comfort, but no amount of comfort would replace Twilight’s wife or Spike’s best friend.

Author's Note

Oh no Queen Chrysalis is dead, Twilight finally gets introduced into the story, what will happen next...All Hail King Davros or will it be Emperor Davros.

Ps. I know the chapter is short, I just felt like that if I tried to make it any loner, it would sound repetitive.