The Tales Of The Lunar Consort, Volume II

Warning: All text beyond this line is only notes for this story I had written. This story, and every other I was writing, is now cancelled, and while not be produced any further. Feel free to take whatever you like.

Celestia sat in the big wing chair in her brightly-painted study, musing. Something truly astonishing had happened earlier- she'd been alive for years almost immemorial, and seen countless strange, terrifying and confusing things, but this truly took the cake. A stallion who by all rights should be long dead and rotted away was alive. But it seemed that only his body had survived; what she could recall of his personality - and her memory was damn-near perfect, and augmented by the position of highest esteem her sister had held him in - had all but utterly vanished.

Once, before the dark times began, he'd been polite almost to the point of insolence, and he charmed nearly everypony who'd come across him. Now, he was very much colder than ice, and prone to anger, especially towards her. At least there was a legitimate reason for it towards her; she'd treated him with nothing but coldness and hatred, even going so far as to beat him because she'd wanted a punching bag. But it still confused her, because even then he'd responded to her abuse with nothing more or less than courtesy and indifferent politeness. This stallion had snorted at her attempts to engage him in conversation, laughed in her face, turned down her offers of company with no paucity of vehemence, requisitioned one of the vaults beneath the Castle and a large amount of scientific equipment, verbally lashed her nobles (which only served to rile them, and at her, too) and re-occupied the all but abandoned Lunar Tower. The Enoch of eld was dead... so who was this one?

Memories flashed through her mind:

Enoch's arrival at the Castle, and the fight that had ensued between she and Luna.

Enoch and Luna dancing at the Gala the year after he'd arrived, and the passionate kiss she'd witness'd them share at the end of the night.

The one time she'd walked in on them engaging in sexual relations, oh to love the Moon.

The night Luna's scream of ecstasy had shattered every window in the Castle (and her lover's eardrums) and how her (Celestia's) Guards had barged in, dragged him off her and fettered him, stark naked and very much aroused, in the dungeons beneath the Castle.

The lovely wedding ceremony in the Hollow and the Changeling sneak attack shortly after the kiss.

What he'd done the night she'd gone to check on Luna after he'd pleaded with her.

The inexplicable way Nightmare Moon had pushed him away from both her and the rainbow beam fired at her by the Elements of Harmony, sparing him...what? Imprisonment with her on the Moon? The sheer magnitude of raw magical power coming towards him?

The morning she'd awoken to find him missing, and the fear she'd felt when she'd realized it.

Celestia knew that this was a second chance, at reaffirming her rule over Equestria and resolving the numerous issues within her queendom. She also saw it as a chance for reconciliation with the stallion with whom she was now technically obliged to share her rule with. She'd install him as her high advisor, with the ability to overrule even Thunder Strike in his limited authority.