Celestia sat in her throne room, regal, majestic, outright divine in her appearance and completely and utterly bored behind her mask of composure.

She was half listening to some stuck up nobles trying to win her favour into approve that foolish idea of theirs. While affairs such as this take much consideration and thought before she would even begin to approve, but lately she had been finding herself wishing to banish them to whatever corner of the world she could think of first.

She was frustrated, and incredibly so. She knew being one of the co-rulers of Equestria had its perks, ponies across the kingdom admired her for her beauty, wisdom and grace something which she had over a thousand years to perfect, she could ask for anything and her subjects would oblige quite happily. There was one problem however, one little minor detail she hated more than anything else.

They were all watching her, and she wouldn’t be surprised if they feared her too. This meant she couldn’t even take off that mask of grace unless she was in the confines of her own room.

“Did you get all that your highness?” One of the nobles asked, snapping her out of her own musings.

“Yes of course, I will review the document over the course of the week. I assure you I’ll inform you when I’ve made a decision.” She answered him, and given his expression he seemed satisfied with her answer.

“Thank you your majesty.” He bowed and took his leave with his fellow nobles. She waited a moment in the silence of the throne room.

“By the sun, they were a bunch of pompous bastards.” Celestia muttered under her breath. “If you don’t mind, I’ll think I’ll retire to my room. Would you kindly let my dear sister know the court is hers for the night.”

“Of course your majesty!” The guard beside her saluted and made his way towards the Lunar Tower. Celestia wished everypony a good evening and made her way to her quarters.

As she walked throughout the ivory halls of Canterlot Castle, she found herself unable draw herself away from her thoughts, or rather the source of them – her frustration.

She had to stop herself from laughing; she supposed she could ask one of her guards or servants for some well needed relief; she’s caught the occasional guard catching a glimpse of her shapely backside, or the subtle bounce of her large and generous breasts. Her curvy body was the stuff of many a ponies fantasy, and she loved every moment of it but that is where the one problem lies.

They were afraid of her, because of her status and of the power she commanded as a goddess of the sun. She was gentle and loving with the various partners she did have over last thousand or so years. She couldn’t help but smirk; she had her own personal harem at one point before such things were banned of course.

Her last lover had betrayed her in a selfish and foolish desire to steal the crown. An attempt that was ended brutally and swiftly, as they say “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” Ever since then her beloved ponies had been afraid to approach her.

To them she was nothing more than the untouchable goddess of the sun, something that you can look but can’t touch and she hated every moment of it.

“Is it really too much to ask for some rough and kinky sex every now and again?” She muttered to herself under her breath.

She entered her room, locked the door behind her and put up a silencing charm. She let out a sigh of frustration, even in her own room and even her own clothes she felt confined. At last she could let herself go, at least for the night.

Celestia caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Was it wrong that she loved those hungry eyes of her servants on her? No she didn’t think so, she loved that she was the object of many a fantasy. It turned her on knowing that so many of her beloved subjects wanted to do have their nasty way with her.

She let out a small amused laugh, if they wanted their way with her fine but they would have to submit to her, they would have to love her and worship her like the goddess she is.

In a darker corner of her mind she knew she would take great pleasure in breaking them, ensuring every last thought they would have would be of her and have them begging and pleading for more, which to her would be all the better as she could tease, deny and seduce as she pleased and at mere crack of a whip or click of her fingers. She would be their Mistress, their goddess, and she would be in control.

“Hmm, now there’s a nice thought.” She mused.

She had literally hundreds of years in how to please her lovers, and to learn the best ways to tease, taunt them, that let them know they were hers, that she could do with them as she pleased and they loved every moment of it.

She chuckled softly to herself for a brief moment; nobody knew she had such a domineering side to her, she supposed that side of her went hand in hand with her kind nature.

She debated she could use a much needed lengthy vacation, she could have her sister take up her duties for a couple of years, after all they had all the time in the world.

She had made peace with her past mistakes and regrets over the past thousand years. She was far from happy that fate seemed to leave her no other choice, but sometimes some evils and sacrifices are necessary to maintain the peace.

Celestia made a mental note that if she ever made the person responsible for such cruel things, they would soon find themselves burning to death at the heart of the sun itself.

Maybe that vacation wasn’t such a bad idea after all, but the question was where?

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, as well as the ones coming in the future. I'll be updating this alongside Reignite, The Mirror and the Mare and Downfall.

Stay classy
- Silent