"And there starts another day." Celestia smiles to herself as she finishes up one of her many duties as the Princess of the Sun; raising the sun for the populace. Her horn flickers as she judges her work done, the smile never leaving her face. Princess Celestia looks down over the railing of her balcony, watching the low-hanging clouds crash and waft around the mountainside. Her gaze lingers before a shiver runs down her body caused by the brisk morning air. Once the spasm subsides, the alicorn returns inside and gently closes the doors leading to her balcony, shutting out the cold. A moment later, she wraps herself in a white bathrobe that was hanging on a nearby hook.

All she could ever need resides in her room. A large round bed with a beautiful pink canopy sits in the center of the back wall, and right beside it sits an impressive light wood dresser. A circular mirror clutched in decorative wooden claws hangs on the wall just above the dresser. On the far righthoof side of the room hangs a white curtain the separates her private bath from the rest of the room.

Celestia frowns as she looks at herself in the mirror. Magenta eyes stare back at her as she moves them up and down her robed figure, her reflection's eyes mimicking her actions. "Perhaps Lulu was right; I should lay off the sweets a tad," she says while absent-mindedly rubbing her covered flank with a hoof.

A knock at her doors brings the large alicorn back to reality. Putting on a smile, she concentrates as a golden aura surrounds her horn and the doors click open. "Princess Celestia," greets a voice behind her. In response, Celestia turns and beams a smile at her visitor.

"Ah, General Sleet, what a pleasant surprise." The gray earth pony salutes, bringing a silver cart carrying a domed platter and a thermos. Celestia waves her hoof. "At ease, General." At her words, Sleet visibly slackens. "So," Celestia continues, "what do you think of this whole situation?"

"Are you referring to the prisoner, Ma'am?" Sleet asks. Celestia nods her head. "Well, he doesn't seem dangerous, not at first."

"How do you think Silver Star handled her responsibilities?"

"Poorly," he deadpans. "However, seeing as how she entered her cycle almost immediately after her last check-in, I believe I can overlook her poor decisions. Blame them on her chemistry."

The princess nods again. "And how do you think her replacement will do?"

"He is loyal to a fault, your Majesty," the General says swiftly. "Lightning will not let you down."

She smiles. "...Not to seem rude, General Sleet, but may I ask... why are you here? Has something happened?"

"No, your Majesty," Sleet replies hastily. "I have just recieved the research division's notes on our prisoner, as well as the cobbled story our veterinarian Animah Leon Bytes has out together regarding his short encounter." He salutes again while bringing multiple papers out from inside his armor. "Another will be acquired upon the prisoner's daily checkup today, as are your orders."

"Very good, very good." Princess Celestia pauses for a moment, then yawns rather loudly. Once she's finished, she brings a hoof up to her mouth. "Oh, excuse me. I must be more tired than I thought."

General Sleet motions towards the cart. "Coffee and breakfast, your Highness?"

This earns him a smile from the princess. "You are too kind, General."

He bows, then retreats from the room, the doors closing behind him with a soft thah-klunk. Celestia grasps the papers the general deposited on the cart, as well as the thermos, and returns to her bed. Carefully crawling back into a cozy position on her side, she unscrews the cap of the thermos, inhaling deeply as the bitter aroma of the miracle liquid inside awakens her brain. A small sup flies to her side from one of the many hidden compartments around the room. While pouring herself a small cup of coffee, Princess Celestia looks over the papers given to her.

"...Hm-hm-hmmm... Unusual fur displacement, not fit for colder environments... Lean muscle mass, decently thick bone structure..." Celestia skims over the notes for anything vitally important, rereading anything that catches her interest. She's properly read the entire report once she's better acquainted with her morning coffee. She takes a decent sip from her cup and refills the missing portion of her drink. "...Crystaline formations on the subject's forearms and shoulders seem to radiate miniscule amounts of magic. Unable to determine type of magic. No negative effects are being caused due to said magic...

"Subject's teeth are abnormal. ~~Unneccesary length on the canines, sharpened front teeth. Perhaps artificial.~~ Slighty larger, sharpened canines and incisors used mainly for cutting and tearing of flesh, while back teeth used for grinding. Omnivorous diet..."

Celestia's eyebrows crawl up her face, intrigued by this new information. Ideas float behind her eyes, most of malicious intent involving a certain bipedal creature and her little ponies. Celestia shakes her head, trying to rid herself of these wretched thoughts. Nothing that evil could slip under her nose, and in her own castle, no less! She'll up security around the prisoner, perhaps some lanterns to gauge the human's magic.

The silver platter floats off the cart, wrapped in a golden field of magic, and settles beside the princess' laying form. She pauses in her reading to lift the dome and discover her breakfast. A small frown touches her face. A light, fluffy, expertly-made slice of the most delicious Devil's Food cake sits on a thin white plate, a small silver fork sitting beside it. Celestia looks back at her lower end, still covered by her white robe, then back at her normal morning snack. Luna's opinion flutters in her mind, and soon enough the white alicorn is debating with herself.

Before she knows it, the slice is gone. She never could resist the dessert's temptation.

Author's Note

A little behind-the-scenes insight on our little human.