One-thousand and one years after the banishment of Nightmare Moon, and the realm of Equestria is once more governed by two princesses, equal in authority, though not in influence.

However, despite the return of the younger princess, all is not well in the capital city of Equestria. Once little more than a maze of cottages scattered around a newly-built keep, it has grown into a city that could rival the great metropolises of Minos and Tarracob, though nowhere near as exotic, of course. But conflict roils beneath the surface; once truly ‘the best,’ now the larger part of the old aristocrats, once the models of Equestrian virtues, mostly sit in their manors and keep themselves occupied with petty intrigues, squashing all but the most determined of up-and-coming nobles of less ancient stock beneath their gilded shoes, while the middle classes bicker and gamble over which faction to back, but otherwise remain uninvolved.

Peace is kept amongst the factions only by the will of the Princesses, the grace of the Athanatoi, and the backbone and quick wit of the stallions and mares of the Equestrian government, noble and plebeian, patrician and nouveau-riche, that put duty ahead of trivial squabbles. This is their story.

(Be warned; the following story will almost certainly contain lots of sex, violence, and intrigue. For those too squeamish, take comfort in the fact that the sex and violence is purely fictional and not an actual depiction of violence, decadence and ruthless backstabbing based on the annals of history without sanitisation. Contains M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/F, M/F/M, and just about any kind of monogamous and polyamorous combination imaginable, including orgies, and both implied and explicit incest between a canon character and an OC sibling.)

Inspired by HBO's Rome.

Proofread by the ever-helpful ME Lovecolt