A Doctor's Nightmare

Princess Luna was seated upon her balcony, looking over the city of Canterlot. It was the middle of the night with the moon hanging high in the sky. On her table was an ivory mug of coffee and a copy of the Canterlot Crier.

The newspaper was opened to a page far away from the front where long dead new stories posted their last gasping articles. A short column told the story of Doctor Key’s suicide. Apparently the stallion had opted to leave the world in a far timelier fashion then waiting for old age

Good Riddance, Luna thought as she took a sip of her coffee.

She was about to move onto more stately matters when a knock came from her door. It was curt and came without a request from a servant to enter. It could only be one pony.

“Come in sister,” Luna said.

The door opened and in stepped Princess Celestia. She looked tired, probably winding down from her own day as Luna’s was just getting started.

“Hello, Luna,” Celestia replied.

She trotted over and sat across from her. The two of them exchanged a look before Luna broke the silence.

“Can we get you anything? Some coffee, perhaps?” she asked.

“Do you have any tea?”

“No, we do not. You should know that by now.”

Celestia shook her head and smiled softly. “You really should start drinking it. It’s good for your health-” she paused “-speaking of which, I heard you’ve been seeing a doctor.”

Luna froze. “And of what concern is it to you?”

Celestia remained kind though her voice gained a certain edge to it. “We don’t do things like this anymore, Luna.”

She shook her head. “He killed eight foals. Eight foals, Celestia.”

“I know but we still have rules that must be followed. That you must follow.”

“Last time we checked we played within them. He received a fair trial and we even starved off the idea of giving him death.”

“Yet you killed him anyways.”

“He killed himself.”

The two of them sat there in silence. Luna looked out at the city while Celestia looked at her.

“I just don’t want ponies labeling you as a monster again.”

Luna smiled. “It’s not so bad. I’ve been calling myself one for years.”