The Love of a Royal Neck

It was drearily slow day at the Canterlot castle. The halls were quiet and empty (except for one or two guards patrolling). The summer sun was high and the stained glass windows were casting beautifully incandescent shadows on the hall's freshly vacuumed carpets. Although the day was lovely and inviting outside, a long-necked princess was sitting at her throne, particularly miserable today. Princess Celestia (Stuff). She was not in a good mood, her days have blurred together and everything felt the same. The desaturated salmon wallpaper which once brought a sensation of home only serves a reminder that today, will be just like yesterday. With the townsfolk satisfied and the world safe there was no princessing needed at the moment.

"Guard!" Celestia (Stuff) yelled into the halls, "Bring me my cake!" but the only thing answering her call was her own echoes. She began to sulk, her long neck collapsing in depression, for she feared that no guard heard her and that she must get up from her throne. She waited in a pretzeled mess for few more minutes before groggily making her way out of her bejeweled throne. As she began her lonesome journey through the vacant halls, she grumbled and mumbled things about the guards that weren't the kindest of words. After doing so for a good portion of the distance, she noticed the paintings that littered the walls. While most of them didn't make sense, there was a common theme: Her, looking majestic. She smiled at them, the fan artwork always never failed to lift her spirits... until one in particular caught her eye. "My neck is much longer than that!" she scoffed at the painting. There simply could not be a more insulting thing.

After ogling the paintings for so long she realized that she had walked in the completely wrong direction. She had ended up at the front door of the castle. Celestia (Stuff) groaned, and turned around to begin her begrudging walk once more to the Royal Cake Vault. However, before she could embark, the doorbell coincidentally rang. Celestia (Stuff) stared at the door, this plot device seemed too convenient. Something felt off, as if today was going to be a sloppily contrived story. The doorbell rang once more, snapping her out of the daze. She strolled over to the door and opened it with her hoof. Standing before her was a magenta unicorn, with a cyan mane and a cutiemark that depicted a pencil and paper, the pony was oddly androgynous, but the fact that they had no stereotypically long eyelashes meant it must be a stallion.

The mysterious stallion fidgeted, and muttered a weak, "H-h-hello, your highness," and promptly bowed. Although it was her decree a long time ago Celestia (Stuff) disliked the bowing.

"What do you want?" said Celestia (Stuff) in a stern voice, bending her neck down to hear his quiet voice better.

"I was told to come here for imprisonment, I-i-i didn't know enchanting comic books was wrong," said the meek little pony.

"Who told you that?" said Celestia (Stuff).

"The judge, from the Canterlot Supreme Court," said the pony. Celestia (Stuff) didn't remember appointing a court system, however she didn't remember a lot things.

"Well, okay. Come with me, I guess," said Celestia (Stuff) reluctantly. The mysterious unicorn trotted inside and then slowly closed the door. Celestia (Stuff) stared at the pony curiously, then started off on the journey, the stallion closely followed.