Surprise! You're Engaged!

Today was an excellent day. Gaming, fun, laughs had been held, and would be held. Right now I was kicking a dragon's butt with my enchanted crossbow of asskicking.

"Enough of that!" I instinctively kicked and screamed as unknown talons lifted me out of my chair. I refused to let go of my desk no matter how they-fuck my hands slipped. Damn glass. "Good, now, do I have to fuck your brains out, or are you going to get your wedding dress on?" WAIT, what?

"W-what wedding dress?" Gilda sat me down with a sharp slap to my flank.

"You know, for the fitting." I sighed as a wave of relief flooded through me. "Hah! You thought...." I blushed as Gilda's implications hit me exactly where it hurt. "Mmm, you worried? Afraid I'll marry your cute butt before you are quite ready? Afraid you won't get chance for anyone else to touch you?" My blush deepened at the implications as I hid my head under my hands.

"Don't worry. The wedding isn't for a while, we just have a anal retentive tailor." I almost giggled at Gilda's comment as she lifted me up under my arms. I didn't bother fighting again as she flew me down the halls. Any resistance now just meant less gaming later, and I'm pretty sure I'd die if I never got a chance to try out Life is Feudal before tomorrow.

I contemplated, momentarily, my complete failure at teaching Gilda to enjoy the finer games in life. Unfortunately all the angry griffon wanted to do was frag noobs. It was a little ironic, seeing a member of royalty play on her xbox like any old console peasant. At least I discovered the one thing she hated to be called.

It was funny to think that ponies and griffons had figured out the superiority of the PC as a gaming platform.

Eh, I ramble on. I've been doing that a lot mentally. I think the lack of a job is slowly killing what little work ethic I had. Perhaps the castle was hiring.
A job... I'd never been opposed to the idea of a job. Hard labor, yes, a place to meet others and find new ways to be lazy, no. I mean, can you really be lazy without work to avoid?

"Darling?" Fuuuuck. It seems I rambled through Rarity's arrival. Welp... this was...

I didn't even feel like complaining. All of my needs were being met. There was no way to escape... Gilda had my heart. Celestia and all of them had won. I didn't have the resolve left to escape. I'd carry Gilda's kittens, I'd be the good little Princess they wanted, and...

Damn this felt grim. Why was it that I couldn't think of what would come after the marriage darkly, but Gilda herself made my heart soar. Why was everything so fucking confusing?!

"Darling, please turn around." I did as ordered and...

as ordered...

ordered.

That was it! I might love Gilda, but everything else was someone else's idea, someone else's prerogative. The marriage was so that they could continue to diffuse tensions between stupid little countries I'd probably never see. This was everything I could want, but it wasn't mine!

"Darling, is everything okay?" I stopped, confused to find that my hands were clenched and my breathing hard. I was more angry than I thought. "You can talk to me if you want." I looked down. The dress I saw was someone else's.

"I refuse to wear this." Rarity's jaw opened in shock. "Rarity, get some red fabric, you can leave this dress in a bin somewhere." Red was my favorite color, and white was hardly appropriate after what Gilda had been doing to me. Though, I'd love a snowy dress given the opportunity.

"Darling, as much as I'd love fitting you for a new dress, I'd hardly call red an appropriate colo-" I glared down at Rarity, making sure she knew how much I cared about propriety.

"Well, the customer is a Princess. Red it is." I smile at my moral victory.

There were going to be some changes around here.