A Queen's Vows

by garatheauthor

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fancypants, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Profanity
Length: 15130

Princess Twilight Sparkle sits beside her mother's bed, watching as the elderly Queen Celestia passes her final evening. In the morning, she'll be Queen, as events are set in motion that will forever impact her life.

On a cold January evening...

...Princess Twilight Sparkle sits beside her mother's bed, watching as the elderly Queen Celestia passes her final evening. Tomorrow, she'll be Queen, and a nation will look to her to unite them in their mourning. However, the burdens of her new position may prove too much to bear.

...Ms. Sunset Shimmer laments within a Canterlot townhouse. It's a foreign setting in an already foreign land. She's a girl born to the slums of Neigh Orleans, thrust into the upper crust of Equestrian society. All because she fell in love with Twilight Sparkle, starting what might be Equestria's most controversial relationship.

...Prime Minister Fancy Pants drowns out another late night behind a wall of gin and tobacco. The labours of running a nation are heavy upon him, and are made no easier by the progressive rhetoric spewed by Celestia's heir. May the gods save Equestria, and his liver, if she ever ascends.

The events of this evening will set in motion a year of deception, alliances, politics, and romance.

Editing was done by Rose Quill, I would like to thank her so much for the help. I couldn't have done this without her.

The lovely cover art is done by Miudraws. Many thanks to them for making this for me. I truly appreciate it, and you all should go check out their stuff, it's incredible.

Written for Oroboro's Sunset Shimmer shipping contest.

"But the purpose of this story, and something it does very well, is to humanize people who are normally larger-than-life. And the politics, it must be said, are gripping, the drama carrying the story and rising to a strong emotional climax in the final chapter." - PresentPerfect, Recommend on December 8th

Published 2018-08-27 00:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-08-31 00:48:10 UTC

Chapter 2 - The Funeral (January 28th, 1936)

January 28th, 1936 – 2:00PM
Queen Twilight Sparkle
St. Goldheart’s Cathedral

My life had been a blur since my mother’s passing.

I’d been tirelessly shuffled around the city, from meetings with doctors about her death, to dress rehearsals for her funeral, to public gatherings in her honour. My time spent mourning with other, had scarcely given me a break to personal come to terms with it myself. Rather, I’d been thrust into leading the events that would forever immortalize her. From dawn to dusk, I was a busy woman.

A busy Queen.

The concept was still incredibly strange to me. Equestria was now my domain, yet the duties of monarch made me feel more like a hapless soldier in the army, stumbling at their orders, rather than the all-powerful despot that my ancestors chalked it up to be.

What a strange privilege to have received, and all it took was being the eldest daughter to an eldest daughter. The wonders of matrilineal succession.

Today’s schedule was at least mercifully short. If only for the fact that it was my mother’s funeral. A week of practice, and a decade of planning had all led to this.

I looked around the cathedral, where her service would take place. It was a grandiose building, constructed in a gothic style from mighty stone, and trimmed with a wealth of silken banners, richly carved wood, and oppressive stained-glass windows.

This was the fabled St. Goldheart’s Cathedral, the chosen resting place of my bloodline for well over a century. My mother would soon lie amongst its crosses, and I would join her one day.

The place was packed, with not a single pew left unoccupied. Though I knew this crowd paled when compared to the one outside. The one which invaded several city blocks with a legion of mourners.

I found myself touched at the sheer magnitude of remembrance. My mother was well loved, and her funeral was proof of that. From noble to pauper, all were represented today.

A hand touched mine, and I looked to see Sunset squeezing my fingers. She looked incredibly somber, with her jaw tightly clenched.

I returned her affection. “Thank you for being here.”

Her expression softened a bit. “Hey, any time.”

I noticed her cheeks redden.

“Did you just say, ‘any time’?” I asked.

She went as rigid as a board. “I didn’t mean…I…look I’m…” She took a deep breath. “I’m not very good at funerals.”

I smiled. “You seem to be doing just fine.”

“I’m sweating bullets.”

“You look as cool as a cucumber.”

“The whole room is staring at me.”

“They’re staring at us.”

She grew tenser. “What?! Really?”

I threaded my fingers through hers, intertwining our digits.

“Take a deep breath,” I instructed.

She did, slowly letting it in, and then back out.

“You’re doing just fine,” I said.

“I’m doing just fine.”

“Now, like I said, I really appreciate you being here.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“Well, it’s quite a lot. I’m running out of people still willing to treat me like I’m human.”

Sunset opened her mouth, but was denied the chance to speak, as the chatter of the room dissipated.

My attention immediately turned to the front, where the Archbishop of Trottingham had just taken her position.”

She was an elderly woman, who was at least a decade older than my mother had been. She was adorned in a heavy set of dull coloured robes, her expression sharing the severity of her attire.

The archbishop scanned the room, allowing her gaze to linger upon her congregation.

Once satisfied with their silence, she loudly cleared her throat. “We are gathered here today, before our patron gods, to remember a much beloved woman, mother, and Queen.”

January 28th, 1936 – 8:15PM
Ms. Sunset Shimmer
Canterlot Castle – Main Hall

After the funeral, the important guests migrated to Canterlot Castle.

Those in attendance, included the royal family itself, with a whole procession of distant relatives, members of the civilian establishment, with leaders of both the government and its opposition represented, and finally, a plethora of other high-profile Equestrian, such as diplomats, media moguls, business tycoons, and elites from its colonial holdings.

The point was, there was a bunch of people worth a damn here. People whose names actually carried some clout. And mixed into all of that, was me, some two-bit musician from Manehattan who happened to be dating their Queen.

Funny how fate worked, wasn’t it?

Sadly, my lovely girlfriend had been absconded, lost to the sea of delegates. It seemed like everyone, and their dogs, wanted to talk with her.

Fucking parasites. Couldn’t they at least give her a little bit of space? The caretakers weren’t even done filling in Celestia’s grave, and they were already working her over for favours.

Yet, she handled her duties with surprising grace and a stiff upper lip. Whenever I managed to catch a glimpse of her, she seemed calm, nodding along politely to conversations, and even occasional saying her piece, in a level and unwavering tone.

If it was me, I’d want nothing but to crawl into bed and sob. I couldn’t help but be impressed by her resolve.

For me personally, the only positive thing to come out of tonight was that everyone seemed to be ignoring me. Either they didn’t know who I was, which was always a blessing, or they’d much rather treat me like a black sheep. You know, the little plaything the Queen had before she settled down with a real spouse, to have a real family, and continue her critically important bloodline.

Was I bitter? Maybe, just a little

I surveyed the room from my secluded perch, away from the other guests. While I coldly studied everyone who passed me, I never let my gaze linger for long, always returning it to my drink whenever someone would look my way.

The strategy worked wonders, eliminating any invitations to partake in small talk. What would I even say to people like this?

How’s the weather? What’s the returns on your stock portfolio? How ‘bout them Mets?

Someone very noisily cleared their throat beside me.

Well, all goods things had to come to an end eventually.

I turned to see a rather stern looking woman studying me. Unlike most of the woman here, she wore a professional looking suit, which put the two of us in a rather exclusive club. Though unlike me, she actually belonged in her attire, while mine felt more like a costume.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“Are you Sunset Shimmer?”

I sighed. “The one and only.”

She offered her hand and I took it. “Theodora Harshwhinny.”

The name rung a bell.

“Pleased to meet you,” I lied.

She returned the favour. “Likewise.”

A silence settled between us, with neither willing to carry on past the initial introductions.

Though Harshwhinny eventually broke it, while studying the room. “I was close friends with Celestia, Ms. Shimmer.”

“I’m not surprised. If tonight taught me anything, it’s that Her Majesty had quite a few friends.”

She snorted. “She has a lot of suck-ups trying to brownnose for her daughter. No, I was an actual friend.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded. “We kept in close correspondences over the last twenty years. We had a very beneficial relationship. She needed someone reliable to keep tabs on the Tory caucus, and I needed a rather influential supporter to help me…rebrand my image.”

Her name finally clicked.

Theodora Harshwhinny, the current Minister of Culture. A woman whose name was infamous from her tenure as Secretary of Foreign Affairs. Even back home, an ocean away, this woman’s exploits were well known. She had a reputation for mercilessly pursuing greater status within the Equestrian political hierarchy.

And when this woman climbed, she left nothing but smoldering bridges and shattered partnerships in her wake.

“I made the Queen a promise before she died,” Harshwhinny said.

“What was it?”

“To ensure that her daughter was given a long, peaceful, and happy reign.”

I snorted. “Sounds simple enough.”

“Seems just about impossible in my opinion, but I don’t intend to back down without put some effort into it.

“And why are you telling me this?”

“Because, for some unfathomably bizarre reason, Her Majesty has made it clear that you make her happy.”

My eyes widened. “Twilight said that?”

Harshwhinny nodded. “Yes, when she was being pressured to get rid of you.” She sighed. “Now, Ms. Shimmer, do you love Twilight?”

“Of course.”

I noticed that her gaze was focused straight ahead, and as I followed it, I could see her staring at Twilight and the Prime Minister, deep in conversation.

“Then I have a problem,” she said.

“What's that?”

“In order to defend you, you’ve put me in direct opposition with a sitting Prime Minister from my party.”

“Wait, he seriously…”

“He has a massive problem with you, Ms. Shimmer. If you have the time, I could go over his reasons. Though I’d warn you, it’s a rather extensive list.”

“I think I’m good,” I muttered.

“I wouldn’t take it too personally. You just happen to be the weakest link he can exploit to hurt Twilight.”

“Hurt her?! She’s the fucking Queen.”

Harshwhinny smirked. “Her Majesty often has…impassioned opinions that she should be more cautious about voicing. These can make Fancy’s job rather difficult, and I can only imagine it’ll get worse when she’s coronated.”

"You're telling me this is all political?"

"Fancy sees Twilight as the head of a much bigger problem. So, he has a vested interest in trying to remove her."

"Last I heard, a Prime Minister can’t exact fire a Queen.”

Theodora smirked. "True, but if he was somehow able to gain leverage on her, then maybe he could pressure her into voluntarily stepping away from the throne."

"And let me guess..."

"The Queen has been very adamant in wanting to marry you, Sunset, and that's one thing Fancy does control. He gets to pick who Twilight can legally put a ring on. So, by denying her marriage..."

"He hopes that she'll resign."

"Bingo." She chuckled. "He'll even get a boost to his boyish pride for putting the first cock on the throne in nearly three hundred years."

I sighed. “I’ll never understand how this fucking system works.”

“Let me put it this way, you’ve made a rather powerful enemy. Though I wouldn’t be too concerned. You two have some allies in the government. A couple of people willing to remember where their loyalties lie.”

I opened my mouth, though quickly closed it, unsure of what to say.

“Plus, there are more than enough MPs willing stand up for you, just for the pleasure of kicking some dirt in Fancy’s face,” she said. “You just need to figure out how to mobilize them. Which is where I come in.”

“Thank you, Theodora. I…I appreciate your help.”

“I just hope that I can be of some assistance.”

She suddenly perked up and waved at a distant figure. “Now, I hope you don’t find me rude, but I must get going. It seems like the ambassador of Saddle Arabia is attempting to get my attention.”

I nodded. “Have a good night, Theodora.”

“You as well.”

Then she was gone, leaving me alone once more. Our conversation had only deepened my anxiety, giving me fresh material to mull over.

How much pressure was Twilight under to get rid of me? Why wasn’t she talking to me about it? Was she preparing to handle things on her own?”

I thought we promised to handle our problems together…

“Well if it isn’t the Bolshevik herself,” a familiar voice jeered.

I turned, offering the fakest look of sympathy I could muster.

Well, if it wasn’t Time’s Asshole of the Year himself, Prince Blueblood.

“Blueblood, I’m so sorry to hear about your loss.”

He frowned, in the least genuine manner I’d ever seen. “Yes, it really is tragic. Mother’s been taken from us far too soon.”

“Yes, too soon,” I repeated absently.

“But now my little sister sits upon the throne. You must be excited about that.”

I shrugged “Twilight’s Twilight, why would I care if she’s Queen or not?”

“Well, I mean, there’s nowhere left to climb once you’ve dated a Queen.”

My teeth clenched. “You honestly think I’m dating your sister to climb some social ladder?”

“It makes perfect sense to me.”

I snorted, my voice dripping with acid. “You would think like that, wouldn’t you?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing. It just speaks volumes about how inhuman you are, that you’re unable to grasp how love works.”

He chuckled cruelly. “I’m perfectly familiar with the concept, Sunset. I just struggle to imagine anyone actually loving you.”

The words impacted like a slap across the face.

“You bastard,” I hissed.

“After all, there must be some reason your wife left you.”

One second, there was a glass in my hand.

The next, it was shattered against the side of Blueblood’s face, peppering him with whiskey and glass.

January 28th, 1936 – 10:30PM
Queen Twilight Sparkle
Residence of Twilight Sparkle

I paced back and forth through my entryway, my temper threatening to flare at the slightest comment.

Sunset, the current focus of my ire, sat upon one of the steps leading to the first floor. She held an ice pack against her eye, trying her best to reduce the swelling of her soon to be blackened socket.

“What were you thinking?” I growled.

She winced. “Look, he started it.”

I threw up my hands. “You can’t just go around picking fights with Equestrian princes.”

“Even if he deserves it?”

“Especially if he deserves it. The princes who deserve it, are usually the pettiest pieces of shit in the whole damned world.”

She snorted. “Ouch, harsh words for your own brother.”

“It’s true.”

Sunset jerked to her feet, furiously taking a step towards me. “So, what am I supposed to do? Just rollover and take it?”

“Sunset, please…” I begged. “They’ll accept you in time. You just need to be patient.”

“Bull-fucking-shit! I’ve been patient for five years Twilight, and the only person in your whole fucking family who ever tolerated me is dead!”

“Well what can you expect when you go around breaking my brother’s nose!”

She fumed, taking another step closer. “He brought up Adagio!”

In an instance, my anger evaporated. “Sunset…I…I’m so sorry.”

“Are you?”

I reached out for her, but she shrugged me off.

“I just…I never thought he’d go for such a low blow,” Sunset said, her fury rapidly dissipating into hollowness.

“Neither did I.” I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Shit, what a mess.”

When I looked back to Sunset, she had returned to her stoop. The ice forgotten, as she now focused her attention on a cigarette.

I walked over, taking a seat beside her. “I’ll have a talk with him in the morning.”

“I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can, but what he said isn’t right. I’ll hold him accountable for it.”

“Think he’ll listen?”

I grimly chuckled. “He better. After all, I’m in charge of his allowance now.”

Sunset pulled out a book of matches, striking one.

“Can I ask you something, Twi?”

“What is it?”

She lit her cigarette, inhaled the smoke, and let it out in one smooth motion.

“Are you being pressured to get rid of me?” she asked.

So, she knew.

I sighed. “Yes, there are certain high-profile citizens with concerns about our relationship.”

She nodded, taping out her ash right onto the hardwood. Spike would murder her for that later.

“Who?” she asked.

“The Prime Minister, Blueblood, Shining Armor, Luna, a few members of parliament, and a whole union of concerned citizens.”

She smirked. “Gods, I’ve never felt so loved in my entire life.”

“They see you as a bit…unorthodox.”

“In what way?”

“Your working-class background, divorce, previous political affiliations, temper…”

She chuckled. “I’m guessing I didn’t do much to clear up that misconception, did I?”

“You did not.”

I reached over, placing my hand on hers. She threaded her fingers through mine and I leaned against her, resting my cheek upon her shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sunset finally asked.

“Pardon?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were under so much pressure to get rid of me?”

I sighed. “I guess I was hoping to protect you from the worst of it.”

“Twi, you shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. We made a promise to handle things together.”

“I know, it’s just…” I gestured to her. “I had a plan.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course, you did.”

“I just thought that if we could get on the throne, we’d be able disprove everyone's preconceptions. Like think about it, me with eons of tradition and years of formal training, and you providing a fresh dynamic to the duties of monarch, bringing the throne to a level that the disenfranchised could understand.”

“And how’s that working out?”

I reached over and snatched away her cigarette, taking a drag for myself.

The smoke was warm in my mouth, and then within my lungs, as I breathed deep. The tingle of cheap tobacco and nicotine provided the perfect accent to my current mood.

“Everyone keeps saying that I’m more likely to shatter the monarchy than reform it. They ask what kind of message I’d be sending to the people by elevating someone like you to such an office.”

“Someone like me?”

I shook my head. “As the Prime Minister puts it, ‘a former-anarchist jazz musician, whose purity is tarnished, and whose loyalty to Equestria is questionable.’ He probably thinks we’ll make the commoners get uppity.”

Sunset was silent, just staring at her fingers.

I kissed her on the cheek, in the hopes that it’d snap her out of her stupor. However, even this failed to rouse her.

So, we just sat there for a moment, each occupied with our silence.

“Maybe they’re right,” Sunset finally admitted.

“What?”

“Maybe I should step away.”

“No, no, you shouldn’t…you can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s someone’s opinion you haven’t considered.”

“Whose?”

I looked her in the eye. “Mine. I love you more than anything in the entire world, Sunset, and I’m not willing to give up on you because of a couple of stuffed shirts.”

Sunset weakly smiled. “Thank you, I-I appreciate it.”

“We’ll find a way to make this work, I promise.”

This seemed to calm Sunset, as she leaned in and kissed me.

I just wished I could’ve believed it myself.

Chapter 3 - The Queen and her Prime Minister (March 7th, 1936 - March 9th, 1936)

March 7th, 1936 – 3:45PM
Prime Minister Fancy Pants
10 Regalia Street

A little over twenty years ago, the world was embroiled in war, as two grand alliances clashed for global supremacy.

At the conflict’s start, Equestria was given a choice. Either it could remain neutral, and stay at peace, or intervene and be rewarded generously in the peace talks

A faction soon arose in parliament, known simply as the war alliance. They were a coalition, from every party, which preached that any conflict would end swiftly with Equestrian aid, and that there was much to be gained from a quick victory. Little by little, parliament was won over by their promises of grandeur and treasure, until four months into the war, Equestrian troops marched to the front.

And I am ashamed to admit, that I was amongst those who eventually cast their vote to send them.

Four years. The war lasted four bloody years.

Four years that saw the collapse of the old-world systems, and ushered in a wave of social change and revolution, which rocked the empires of old and nearly cost Equestria hers. Four years where the promised bounties never came, but rather saw Equestria drained of her wealth, honour, dignity, and of her sons and daughters.

The leader of the soon despised war faction was Theodora Harshwhinny, then Secretary of Foreign Affairs. She was politically crucified halfway through the struggle, stripped of her position, and relegated to a slow death within the backbenches of parliament.

However, within recent years, her reputation had been remedied by her close friendship with Queen Celestia. This allowed her to pressure me into appointing her to my cabinet. Oh sure, Minister of Culture was small beans, but it still gave her voice weight.

It was also becoming apparent that it was going to be a position I’d greatly regret giving her.

“She broke the Prince’s nose,” I reminded Harshwhinny over the phone. “Have you forgotten about that little incident?”

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten. I just know he probably deserved it.”

“That may be so, but there were members of the public there. The press was there.”

“And yet no story was published.”

“Only because the Queen intervened.”

“Then I don’t see what you’re complaining about. For all the people know, Prince Blueblood had an accident.”

“What I’m complaining about, is that we can’t allow this woman to marry our sovereign. How would the people react if this undeserving harlot became Princess? There’d be riots.” I sighed loudly, shaking my head. “Now, I love the Queen as much as any Equestrian, but we need to stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life. Can I count on you to vote against her marriage?”

Harshwhinny snorted. “I think we may have more pressing matters to worry about.”

“I don’t see what’s more important than the stability of our realm.”

“Double digit unemployment, a navy that’s a decade obsolete, and a colonial revolt in Eastern Marewari, to name a few.”

“Those can be remedied, the complete and utter collapse of society cannot.”

“Don’t you think you’re blowing this a little out of proportion. Who cares who the Queen ends up fucking? All this does is make you look obsessive and petty.”

I covered the phone’s receiver. “Fucking bitch.”

For some stupid reason, the party listened to this backroom schemer. Everyday, more and more MPs stepped away from the marriage issue and joined her camp. It was like the war all over again, with Harshwhinny leading us towards disaster.

I would’ve advanced on this issue alone, if I could. However, she had whittled down my support, to such a point, that the balance of political power had become unfavourable, forcing me to seek her support.

This was a situation I despised being in. Harshwhinny was still the same stubborn bulldog, who was more interested in her own political survival, than the actual good of our nation. I’d have more luck convincing a brick wall to collapse.

“Look Fancy, I appreciate you for taking the time to call, but I have some important things to deal with. Maybe we can pick this up later?”

I uncovered the phone’s receiver. “Of course. It’s always a pleasure chatting with you.”

She laughed. “No, it isn’t.”

I nodded in agreement. “No, it’s not.”

The line clicked, and I was tempted to whip my phone against the wall. Instead, I gently placed it back in its cradle.

I then reached for my bottle of gin. It wasn’t quite 5 o’clock, but I suddenly felt like starting early tonight.

I poured myself a generous glass, and took a healthy sip. The liquor burned, but dulled the worst of my anger.

Clearly, Theodora wasn’t going to be won over by appealing to her common sense. So maybe, I could offer her something a bit more…material.

After all, politics was built upon a rocky foundation of greasing palms and scratching backs.

Now, what would be a big enough table scrap to feed a bitch like Harshwhinny?

March 9th, 1936 – 9:30AM
Queen Twilight Sparkle
Canterlot Castle – Queen’s Private Study

Canterlot Castle had never quite felt like home. Rather it masqueraded as one. It had all of the things a home should, warmth, comfort, family. Yet, I had few positive memories from my time here. Rather this place suffered from a malice of stress and discomfort, with memories of my mother’s anxiety, and the constant parade of invasive diplomats, being far more prevalent.

Maybe, I was biased. After all, it had been close to fifteen years since I last lived within these oppressive walls.

However, I would soon be forced to ignore these feeling, wouldn’t I? After all, a Queen didn’t live in a Canterlot townhouse. No matter how fine it was, or how much it actual felt like home.

I shook my head, pushing away such thoughts. That was a problem for another day, and I needed my attention to be focused on why I was here.

Today, I was just here for a simple meeting. Well, maybe not simple. There was no such thing as a simple when you were the Queen.

A Queen who had to dress in a rich satin gown that felt uncomfortable. A Queen who bore a hefty crown upon her head. A Queen who was about to host her Prime Minister, a diplomat, who invaded her childhood home and brought nothing but discomfort with him.

Oh, the more things change…

Today had to go absolutely perfect. It was the only hope I had of battering down Fancy's opposition to my marriage.

I felt my stomach churn and pulse quicken as anxiety gripped me. It was a terrible sensation.

Why was I so anxious? There was absolutely no pressure whatsoever. After all, what did I have to lose if things went poorly? I just wouldn’t be allowed to marry the woman I love.

My eye twitched and I soon laughed hysterically to the still empty room, probably sounding more than a little looney.

However, this laughter acted as a release valve, blowing off some much-needed steam.

Behind me, someone noisily cleared their throat, and I instantly realize that maybe the room wasn’t quite as empty as I assumed.

I turned to see Raven standing at the door.

“Your Majesty,” she said, failing to betray what she’d heard.

“How much did you hear?”

“The last fifteen seconds of crazed laughter.”

I buried my face into my hands. “Oh my god!”

Her footsteps echoed as she approached, and I felt her hand reassuringly upon my shoulder.

I looked up, and for a moment, I was ten years old again. Back when I was a young princess distressed with the events of the day, and she was a woman of half her age, trying her best to take care of me. She was like a mother, when my own was busy mothering the nation.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe this castle actually did have a good memory or two squirrelled away somewhere.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just…” I sighed. “…a little bit nervous.”

Raven nodded. “Your mother was exactly the same whenever she met a Prime Minister.”

“She was?”

I hated how skeptical I sounded.

“Absolutely petrified. Oh sure, not all of them were that bad. She used to have a lot of fun with Flurried Nimbus, but Fancy, oh Fancy was a much tougher act.”

I felt my anxiety flare back up. “Oh?”

My speech felt laboured, as if that single syllable had absorbed every ounce of moisture in my mouth.

Raven held up a hand. “But! But, you are a very different person, Your Majesty. Where your mother was charismatic, you’re intelligent. Where she was warm, you’re calculating. Where she was old and experienced, you’re youthful and passionate. I have no doubt that if you act like yourself, you’ll run circles around Mr. Pants.”

I smiled bleakly. “Thanks, Raven.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Now, how long do I have until my appointment?”

She looked rather sheepish. “Welllll….”

I swallowed hard. “Oh no.”

“He arrived five minutes ago. I can buy you a little time, if you need it.”

I shook my head. “No, no, it’s not going to get any easier if I wait. Bring him in.”

Raven nodded and slipped out of the room.

Once she was gone, I took position at the centre of my study. I then tried to stand as regally as possible, trying my best to channel the virtues of my office and compose them into a stiff and resolute expression.

I actually felt rather respectable, right now.

Actually, no I didn’t. I felt more like a child pretending to be respectable.

My emotions faltered and expression slipped, just in time for the door to open once more.

At which point, all I could do was flash a nervous grin, which felt rather childish and inexperienced.

Raven entered first, and gestured for my guest to follow.

A moment later, Fancy Pants waltzed into the room.

The Prime Minister looked his part, dressed in a finely tailored suit, with a top hat tucked under his left arm. He looks tired and old, like a wise grandfather who was the elder of his clan.

Only, his clan happened to be my entire kingdom.

He walked towards me, stopping once he was ten paces away. He then bowed, his tired form creaking as he dipped low. Though he didn’t so much as grunt in protest.

“Your Majesty,” he said.

“Mr. Pants, I’m so thankful that you could make it.”

He slowly stood back up, fixing me with a coy smile. It was a smile that screamed, ‘of course I’m here, you daft girl! You’re the Queen, what else would I do when called?’

Instead of saying that, he said, “It’s always a pleasure to be summoned for a royal audience. I’ve missed my lunches with your mother.”

“I understand that you two were close?”

“As close as a servant and mistress could be. I took great pride in serving her when I could.”

“She spoke fondly of you.”

“I’m touched.”

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Some tea would be nice.”

I nodded to Raven, and the woman nodded back before exiting the room.

I then took a seat, gesturing to the one across from me.

Fancy looked to it and slowly sat down, resting his impossibly tired form upon my mother’s ancient upholstery with great familiarity. He had very likely been in this room more times than I had.

“So, how can I be of service, Your Majesty?” Fancy Pants asked.

I offered him a light-hearted smile. “You can call me, Twilight, Mr. Pants.”

He chuckled. “Only if you call me Fancy.”

“Deal.”

“Now what can I do for you, Twilight?”

“I was hoping that we could discuss your opposition to Sunset Shimmer.”

Fancy frowned. “I see.”

“I was wondering if there was someway I could reassure you that she isn’t dangerous to the stability of our nation.”

“I’m sure that she, herself, is of no danger, but…”

“But?”

“But, it’s what she is, that is dangerous.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Twilight, the monarchy is the very backbone of our society. It’s built upon an ancient foundation of aristocratic rule, that is older than either of us. By the reign of individuals who are born above the common class, and who can remain neutral in the face of their political interests.”

I frowned, shaking my head. “I’m no better than anyone else.”

“And that’s where the problem lies. Your relationship with Sunset Shimmer has poisoned your perception of things. It’s moved you from neutral arbitrator to a politicized force.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Politicized me?”

“Your comments at the mines in New Fillyland, at the dockyards in Vanhoover, in the slums of Trotingham.”

I was speechless. Did Fancy honestly think that my opinions were born out of my relationship with Sunset Shimmer? He couldn’t be further from the truth. It was our shared philosophies which brought us together, and kept us so close when faced with our differences.

“I’ve always held the belief that our society should help those most in need,” I said.

He waved his hand dismissively. “And that’s a very politicized opinion.”

“Helping people is politicized!?”

He snorted. “No, but the instruments to get that help are. The social welfare it will require, the regulations upon business, the taxation levels necessary. All of these subjects are politicized. Thus, you should provide neutral arbitration upon them, and not devalue your office by forcing your way into a debate which only parliament should have jurisdiction.”

I felt my pulse quicken, as my skull began to pound.

“I thought monarchs should strive for what they believed in.”

Fancy shook his head. “Maybe two hundred years ago, but your current duties are to oversee parliament and intervene if they fall to tyranny.”

It was impressive how he skirted around the real power I wielded. The ability to veto laws I found unjust, the ability to replace minister who abused their office, the ability to call elections when the winds of change blew.

It wasn’t my beliefs that frightened Fancy, but rather my blatant willingness to follow through with them.

“So, your problem with Sunset, is that you believe she’s manipulating me?” I asked.

“Well, that’s part of it.”

“What’s the rest?”

“Like I just mentioned, the monarchy is a bestowed upon members of the aristocracy. How do you think people will react when their Queen marries a commoner? And like I’ve mentioned before, a commoner whose biggest contributions to society are being a jazz musician, an anarchist, and someone of… questionable purity.”

I desperately wished Raven would return with our tea. Just so I’d have something to throw in Fancy’s face.”

“I’d like to believe that such a choice would give my office a bit of humanity.”

“Your Majesty does not need to appear humane, at the cost of your divine right to rule.”

I sighed “So where do we proceed from here?”

“Well, Twilight, there are three courses of action we can take.”

“What are they?”

He counted off a single finger. “First, you may attempt to pursue your marriage as monarch. Though for your union to be made legal, it must be affirmed by Parliament as per the Royal Marriage Act.”

“And what power does that Act give you?”

“No marriage made by the monarch, or their immediate successors, is legal without the consent of parliament.”

“That seems rather intrusive.”

“It’s a necessary evil. Especially after your ancestors had a habit of subjecting our nation to war over their diplomatic marriages.”

“And I’m guessing the chances of my marriage being ratified are slim?”

“Like I said, the Act gives us the power to veto any marriage which we believe has the potential to devastate our nation.”

I sighed. “Are you always so prone to hyperbole?”

He ignored me and counted off another finger. "Second, you can forgo your marriage and-”

I cut him off. “Not happening.”

He nodded and held up a third finger. “Lastly, you may pursue your marriage as a private citizen. In which case, Parliament will have absolutely no say in your decision. You’d be free to marry whoever you like.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Well, in order to be a private citizen, you must surrender your titles.”

His words landed like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me.

I already knew of these options, from my own research, but hearing them spoken aloud gave them a very real substance.

To surrender my throne, would mean cutting myself off from the instruments of governance. If I were to do that, I’d never get a chance to rule my nation, nor would I ever contribute to its betterment.

My plans, for a bright Equestrian future, would be at the mercy of someone else.

I swallowed hard, staring blankly ahead.

Fancy might’ve only been a couple metre away, but to me, it felt much further, as I retreated deep into myself.

The only thing I managed to respond with, was a feeble...

“Oh.”

Author's Note

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Chapter 4 - Faustian Estates (May 15th, 1936 - May 16th, 1936)

May 15th, 1936 – 10:30AM
Queen Twilight Sparkle
Somewhere in Rural Equestria

I could picture the headlines now.

Queen Sparkle, dead at 35.

This morbid title, a picture of my face, and another of a shattered motorcycle strung along some unassuming stretch of countryside.

That was how I felt every time Sunset got me to ride her Harley. An event which happened uncomfortably frequent, due to her affinity for this deathtrap.

I clung to her, like a shipwrecked survivor clings to a piece of driftwood, holding onto her for dear life.

On my first couple of trips, I had screamed like an idiot. Now, I merely furrowed my brow and went limp, as we blitzed through the backroads of Equestria.

Maybe one day I would find this fun.

After all, Sunset seemed to enjoy it.

Her love was apparent every time we went for a ride. She had a certain smile, that I saw nowhere else, and her eyes sparkled with youthful wonderment.

It was even possible for me to understand why she loved it. The wind in your hair, the freedom of the road, getting away from your responsibilities. All of these were understandable. Hell, I even understood why she loved the speed and daunting turns, as adrenaline was a very measurable substance.

However, even with all these pieces laid out before me, I could not solve the mystery of actually making this an enjoyable experience.

Yet, even though I hated it, I always conceded when Sunset’s wanted to ride.

Why did I do that?

Because I knew she loved it, and I would do anything for that smile, and for that little twinkle of childlike excitement.

We took a corner at breakneck speeds, my jaw clenching as I screamed.

I heard Sunset snicker softly, and my gaze narrowed into a fiery glare.

Well never mind, then! Sunset’s feelings were now cancelled! The good times were cancelled! I couldn’t believe her audacity!

Doesn’t she know that I’m the Queen?!

I would have her beheaded for this! That was, if she didn’t get us beheaded with her, so called, driving!

I shuddered as my mind turned to statistics. Usually, this was comfort food for my thoughts. Today it just fed into my anxiety, as I remembered details from a report discussing fatality figures for various automobiles.

God, I was such an idiot at times.

Mercifully, the Harley began to decelerate, as we approached our destination.

It was a manor fit for a Queen. A palace that rivalled Canterlot Castle in terms of size, with additions built upon additions to create a sprawling complex. Yet it still held a certain rustic humbleness which seemed to clash with its imposing regality.

This was Faustian Estates, my family’s home away from home.

The grounds around it were protected by a wall of tall hedgerow, with only a single break allowing for a gatehouse. As we passed into the royal lands, the roads transitioned to cobblestone as we bounced towards the entrance.

I noticed three servants coming forward to greet us.

Sunset brought her motorcycle to a halt, killing the engine.

The three servants shallowly bowed.

“Your Majesty,” Coco Pommel said.

I shakily dismounted the bike, praying that my quivering knees wouldn’t collapse. “Miss Pommel, it’s always a pleasure to see you.”

“You as well.”

“I hope everything’s in order.”

She nodded. “The pantries are stocked, the rooms are clean, and the grounds have been groomed for your arrival.”

“Thank you so much, Coco. You have no idea how much I needed to get away from Canterlot.”

“I can only imagine.” She frowned. “And may I say how so sorry I am to hear about your loss?”

I purposefully frowned. “Thank you, I appreciate your kind words.”

“Do you need anyone to take your things?”

I looked back to the motorcycle, which was only lightly burdened by a few small bags.

“We should be fine on our own,” I said. “Though, if it isn't too much trouble, I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea? I need something warm to help settle my stomach.”

I shot Sunset a sideways glare, and she at least had the courtesy to look a little ashamed about what she’d done.

“Of course, ma’am,” Coco said.

“Thank you so much, dear. I’ll be in the garden, showing Sunset around, if you wouldn’t mind bringing it out when it's ready.”

Coco nodded before turning to her staff and delegating their responsibilities. Once she was finished, the three of them said their goodbyes and returned to the manor.

I then looked back to Sunset, who had finally moved away from her bike.

“So, we survived,” I said.

Sunset chuckled. “Did you have doubts that we would?”

“After you passed that lorry, I honestly went limp and prayed that we’d make it in one piece.”

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t nearly that bad.”

“He honked at us!”

She shrugged. “So, what? A lot of people honk.”

“You were speeding.”

She snorted. “That speed limit was way too slow, and you know it.”

“What if an officer pulled us over?”

“Well, I would’ve banked on you using your royal prerogative, or whatever, to get me off the hook.”

“You realize that only applies to people who are related to me by blood or marriage.”

Sunset walked over and draped an arm around my waist, pulling me close.

“Well then, I guess we’d finally have an excuse to get married.”

“To get you out of a speeding ticket?”

She nodded.

“I’m sure the public would be thrilled,” I muttered.

Sunset smirked and leaned forward, planting a kiss upon my lips. Though this wasn’t some brief peck, but rather a union of our two persons, that strengthened with each passing moment.

I pressed against Sunset, forcing her to support my weight. I then opened my mouth and allowed our passion to deepen, with her breath momentarily lingering upon my own.

My pulse quickened, as my still quivering knees threatened to finally give out.

The kiss felt like it lasted an hour. Though, when we broke apart, the sun hadn’t shifted an inch in sky.

“Is that a better reason?” Sunset asked.

I flushed, still tasting her upon my lips.

“It’s…” I cleared my throat. “...definitely a stronger case to make.”

Sunset drew back, though not before pinching my rump.

I yelped. “You little bugger.”

She grinned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I glared, wagging a finger menacingly at her. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, I know.” Her grin turned mischievous. “And I can’t wait.”

I felt my cheeks redden, as Sunset snickered.

I ignored this and motioned for her. “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I want to show you around.”

Sunset nodded and followed after me. “So, this was your summer home?”

“One of them.”

She chuckled. “One of them?”

“We also have one up north, and another on the coast. Though this one has always been my favourite.”

“Why’s that?”

“I have fond memories of it.”

“Oh?”

“Back when we were kids, me and Shinny used to spend our summers here. We’d go on quests in the gardens, hiking in the woods, bug collecting, you know, silly things like that.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of fun.”

“I did.” I sighed, shaking my head. “I miss those days.”

“How are things between you and your brother?”

“Well, he says he loves me, but he sees my current course of actions as misdirected. So, I’d say thing are a little tense.”

Sunset placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m so sorry, hun.”

I waved her off. “Come on, let’s not worry about that right now.” I smiled at her. “We’re on vacation, so let’s try and have a little fun. After all, I can think of a couple things we could do together, in privacy of nature.”

Sunset cocked an eyebrow.

I grinned. “For instance, I know this perfect little alcove where no one would ever find us. Two adventurous women could get into quite a bit of mischief there.”

It was now Sunset’s turn to blush, and I savoured every hue of her reddened complexion.

May 16th, 1936 – 8:30PM
Ms. Sunset Shimmer
Faustian Estates – Reading Room

I cut my teeth in Neigh Orleans.

I was a girl from the bayou who should’ve been chewed up and spit out by the big city. Yet, I rapidly made a name for myself and became one of the best trumpeters in the Prench Quarter. Within three months, I was signed to a club, and by six, I was playing with all the big names, Vinyl Scratch, Brass Section, Country Blues.

My musical skills grew in that city, and so did I. I went from an angry teenager with dreams of using a pipe bomb to change the world, to a bright young woman whose life became centred upon her creations, upon her music, and upon her love of jazz.

Then one day, after what I considered to be the best performance of my life, I was approached by a man in a suit. He was a record producer from the even bigger city of Manehattan, who wanted me to move up north and join his record label.

After much consideration, I signed his contract and was whisked away. I then spent even more years practicing, creating, and recording music with a group I soon came to enjoy working with. It was a good gig, until I found myself in love with the lead singer.

That story was long, but ended with a divorce, my contract suspended, and me forced to play various nightclubs, just to make rent.

However, I persisted and over the years, my accent may have faded and the cold may have sapped my memories of Neigh Orleans, but I never lost my love for jazz.

So, knowing this, I could safely say that I was intimately familiar with my instrument and the music it produced. I knew where my trumpet belonged, where it excelled, and most importantly, where it should never be.

That was why I felt so nervous, attempting a piece with just my trumpet. This was a place it should never be. In an environment with no strings to accompany it, no other brass to enhance it, nor any percussions to support it. In all aspects, it should’ve sounded terrible. It was just a single instrument, and that made me feel exposed. I was naked to the world and I knew that every single flaw would be easily heard.

Yet, my audience of one seemed utterly engrossed. Twilight just sat there with a reassuring smile, her gaze staring through me in a trance. It was obvious that she was deep in thought, really focusing her attention on the music, and absolutely nothing else.

It was the same look she had all those years ago, in that Manehattan nightclub. Back when I had no idea who she was, and only saw a beautiful woman staring at me with complete admiration. Those piercing eyes had looked exactly the same, entrapping me with ease.

I knew from the beginning that she was something special. I could tell by her smile, by the way she held herself so respectably, and in the way her lips moved, silently sharing the vocals with our singer.

When our piece was finished, I remembered rushing to the bar to meet her.

She introduced herself, as if I should’ve known who she was.

I could remember answering with a dumbfounded, ‘who?’

At first, she looked shocked, maybe even a little offended.

However, she soon recovered and laughed. It was such a pretty laugh, one I would do anything to hear.

In fact…

As my current song began to wind down, I purposefully blew just a little too hard, ending my performance with a shrill musical typo.

This knocked Twilight right out of her trance.

I then sheepishly grinned, and played one final piece. A woom-woom-woom-woowoowoo.

It sounded far better on a trombone, but it still made Twilight snicker.

Mission accomplished.

With my performance finished, I placed my trumpet aside and made my way over to Twilight, settling down beside her.

There was a half-finished bottle of red between us. So, I decide to pour myself another glass, making it a little emptier.

“Did you like the song?” I asked

“Yes, it was very pretty. What’s it called?”

I swirled my wine. “I haven’t come up with a name for it yet. It was uh…a piece I started before I left Manehattan.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, it’s hard to tell without the lyrics, but it’s about a rough-n-tumble gal who meets a high-class lady.”

Twilight grinned. “I wonder what inspired that?”

“A girl.”

“What kind of a girl?”

“A very pretty one.”

She chuckled. “Any other redeeming features?”

“Well, she’s smart, fun to talk to, a bit of a dork…”

“HEY!”

“What can I say, she probably has the largest book collection I’ve ever seen.”

“Owning a lot of books doesn’t make her a dork,” she mumbled.

“No, but she also loves crosswords, and don’t even get me started on the way she dances.”

She threw up her hands. “When did you become such a bully?”

I leaned in close to her. “But, even if she is a bit of a dork, I still love her immensely.”

“Hmmm and I’m sure she loves you too.”

She kissed me, and a spark instantly blossomed between us. Soon both our lips parted, allowing our kiss to grow hungry and impassioned, with the temporary meeting of our tongues.

I could taste the lingering fruity essences of the wine upon her lips, and I had no doubt she could do the same.

Soon, I found my hand upon her thigh, gliding under her skirt. Then a moment later, her hand was against my blouse, moving towards my…

There was a knock at the door, as someone barged in.

“Your Majesty,” Coco called. “There’s someone on the phone for Misssssss-”

Me and Twilight broke apart, quickly scrambling to our own ends of the couch.

Coco froze, with a reddish tinge invading her complexion.

There was no way she could ignore what had just happened, especially with how much evidence we left behind. The ruffled nature of our clothing, the presence of Twilight’s lipstick on me, the way the two of us blushed like teenagers. It all pointed to what we were up to.

Coco stepped back towards the door. “I’ll…uh…I’ll let them know you’re busy.”

I abruptly stood up. “No, no, I’ll be right there.”

She nodded and immediately ducked out of the room.

I groaned and shook my head.

“Who is it?” Twilight asked.

“I have no idea.”

I took a few moments to compose myself, using the back of my hand to rub away Twilight’s markings.

“I’ll be right back.”

As I left the room, Coco was waiting by the nearest phone, making idle small talk. She noticed me, and informed the caller she was handing the phone over.

I grabbed it and gestured for Coco to leave.

She did so without comment. The poor thing was probably petrified over her little interruption.

“Sunset Shimmer speaking, how can I help you?”

Harshwhinny’s voice came through. “Good evening, Miss Shimmer. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

I snorted, my gaze drifting to the reading room. “No, nothing at all.”

“Are you sure? You sound distressed.”

“I was just playing some music for Twilight. I get pretty passionate about it.”

“Oh wonderful, then I’ll keep this brief. I just thought you’d like to know that your marriage is saved.”

I blinked. “What?”

“It took a lot of sacrifice, but forbidding a national disaster, you’ll have the votes necessary to confirm your marriage.”

“W-what?! How?!”

“Well, I found enough Tories willing to kick Fancy while he’s down, Labour of course just adores you, and the Whigs lack the spine to turn against a reigning monarch. It's a rather haphazard coalition, but they all assured me, that I'd be receiving their support when the time comes."

“Holy shit, I don’t know what to say.”

I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot.

“I thought you might enjoy the news,” she said.

There was a strange happiness in Harshwhinny’s tone. It was nearly human. Well... as human as Harshwhinny could manage.

“Damn straight I do. Oh my gods, how could we ever repay you?”

She chuckled softly. “I wouldn't be opposed to a wedding invitation.”

"Of course, you got it.”

"Well, I’ve taken enough of your time, Sunset. I’ll let you get back to things. Who knows, the news might even enhance your musical performance.”

I felt my cheeks warm. “Have a good night, Harshwhinny.”

“You as well, Sunset.”

The line went dead, and I returned the phone to its cradle.

This was so surreal. For the first time in ages, it felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.

Me and Twilight were going to get married. MARRIED!

I closed my eyes and laughed. It was a brief, but incredibly giddy sound, which echoed through the manor’s empty halls.

The only thing that saved me, from the brink of full-blown hysteria, was Twilight poking her into the corridor.

“Sunset, is everything alright?”

I grinned at her. “Twilight, we can get married!”

Chapter 5 - The Die is Cast (July 22nd, 1936 - June 2nd, 1953)

July 22nd, 1936 – 3:45PM
Prime Minister Fancy Pants
10 Regalia Street

The room was heavy with the acidic scent of tobacco, as plumes of ashen smoke rolled off the two cigarettes in my ashtray. One belonged to myself, the other to Theodora Harshwhinny, currently the most despised person in my entire existence.

“For what do I owe this summon, Mr. Prime Minister?”

“Do you honestly need to ask?”

“No, but I’ve been dying to hear you admit that I’ve got you by the balls. I know it sounds rather petty, but still.”

I sneered. “I’ll admit, your coalition has been an inconvenience.”

She laughed. “An inconvenience? Mr. Prime Minister, I currently have the power to remove you from office. Unless you think you’ll survive a no confidence motion at the mercy of Queen Sparkle.”

“Don’t push it, Harshwhinny. You might be able to ratify the Queen’s marriage, but I doubt your treasonous Tories want to see a fresh election.”

She hummed. “I suppose, but if I can secure Her Majesty’s reign, then it’s only a matter of time before she has you removed. After all, she’s quite the firecracker, and I doubt you’ll stand much of a chance against her reforms.”

“And you will?”

“I’m the woman who saved her marriage.”

I laughed right in her face. “And you’re daft, if you think that’ll save you. You and I are cut from the same cloth, Harshwhinny. We believe in a similar set of ideals, and the only thing that divides us, is this issue and your self-centred egotism. It’ll only be a matter of time before Her Majesty see right through you. Then you’ll be hung from the gallows you helped build.”

She sneered. “I highly doubt that. She’ll bend over backwards if I ask politely enough.”

“The only thing her reign is going to bring is the complete collapse of our way of life. I despise her, Theodora. I despise her for forgetting her duties, trampling upon her office, and forgetting the face of her mother. Her occupation of Celestia’s throne is a disservice to her memory.

“She’s the Queen and we’ve pledged our allegiance to her.”

I sighed and picked up my cigarette. “That’s true, but we don’t owe that same level of loyalty to Sunset Shimmer. I will not see her become Princess Regent.”

“It doesn’t seem like you have much of a choice.”

I shook my head. “Harshwhinny, you have the votes to outmaneuver me. However, for the good of our nation, I’m going to ask you to forfeit.”

“What are you asking, Fancy? I don’t have much patience for idle chit chat.”

“What’s your opinion on Shining Armor?”

She laughed. “He’s an idiot. Now ask me again on a bad day.”

“I agree, but he’s an idiot who’s talented in keeping his mouth shut. He even has the added benefit of a nice conventional family. We’d never have to worry about a succession crisis.”

She rolled her eyes. “Mmm yes, that does sound rather appealing but what are you getting at?”

“The Queen is madly in love with her accursed anarchist. However, that’s her weakness. If we deny her, her marriage, then we can pressure her into abdicating. Then we’ll have absolutely nothing to worry about when governing. Imagine that, running a nation without the fear of royal interference. We could build a legacy to last for centuries."

“You’ll actually have to make this sound appealing, Fancy. Because this is doing shit for me.”

Her words had bite, but her tone didn’t. It almost seemed like she was beginning to have second thoughts.

A sly smile formed on my lips.

I had her attention. Now, it was time to sweeten the deal.

“Lord Stream is stepping down.”

Lord Stream was Minister of the Navy, one of the most important positions in the government’s cabinet.

It was also the position that I, and most former Prime Ministers, once held.

Harshwhinny perked up. “Why haven’t I heard about this?”

“Because it isn’t official yet. In fact, it isn’t even unofficial yet. It will only be official if this meeting goes well.”

She took a deep breath. “Who else knows?”

“Nobody besides you and me.”

“So, what you’re say is…”

“I’m proposing a trade, Theodora. If you disband your faction, and throw your weight behind me in any future marriage vote, then the post is yours.”

Harshwhinny stared at her hands, refusing to move her gaze even an inch.

“I made Celestia a promise,” she finally said, her usually firm tone now weak, barely above that of a whisper.

“And so did I. I assured her that I’d dedicate myself fully to the prosperity and safety of the Equestrian people. I am just attempting to fulfill my end of the bargain.”

"I can't, I promised her," she repeated, though it sounded like she was trying to reassure herself.

"And when has a promise ever stopped you before, Harshwhinny." I grinned. "Hell, it's not even like she's still alive. So the only thing hindering you is your conscience and I'm well aware of its absence in your life."

More silence from her.

“Come on Theodora, you’re far too talented to waste the rest of your days rotting away as Minister of Culture. I’m proposing a favour for a favour.” I motioned to her. “Who knows, there may even be an opening for Prime Minister somewhere down the road.”

Her eyes widen, glimmering at the prospect.

I offered my hand. “Wouldn’t it by nice to have a position of authority again?"

She looked at my hand, then up at me.

For a moment, neither of us move.

Then Harshwhinny reached across the table and reluctantly shook my hand. Her grip was pitiful but it was enough to confirm that an agreement had been reached.

“You have my support, Mr. Prime Minister.”

July 22nd, 1936 – 7:30PM
Queen Twilight Sparkle
Residence of Twilight Sparkle

That two-bit, scheming, charlatan, whore of Bridleylon.

No, no, no those words were far too kind for the woman who had stabbed me in the back.

How about scum-sucking, bottom-feeding, traitorous product of incest?

Better, better, but not quite there yet.

Though, what was the point of this name calling? These words did little to address the fury which coursed through me. In fact, they felt rather hollow, only bestowing me with a shameful pettiness.

I clenched my telephone, threatening to shatter it in my iron grip. This accursed device, which had brought the news that Sunset and I would no longer be given consent to wed.

I felt tears in my eyes, the first few beads drawing hot streaks across my already broiled flesh.

Those bastards had built up our hopes, teasing us with the dreams of marriage. Then they just waltzed in and cut them down without remorse.

How could Harshwhinny do this to us? How could she break my mother’s promise?

I slammed the phone back into its cradle and collapsed into my chair.

So, the time had finally come. It was only a matter of time before I was forced to make this decision, and the hope that I could do otherwise was just wishful thinking to the extreme.

My love or my country? The woman of my dreams or my empire? Sunset Shimmer or Equestria?

I had dreams of what I’d do with my reign. Plans to transform my mother’s legacy into a golden age that would benefit all Equestrians, no matter their race, ethnicity, or status.

Yet in those dreams, Sunset Shimmer had always been by my side. She was with me when I made difficult decisions, and she was there to console me when I made the wrong ones.

However, what was I now? The most powerful woman in the world and I didn’t even have the liberty to wed who I desired. Did I really want to sacrifice everything for a society that would do this to me?

My vision blurred as my tears fell more freely now.

I missed my mother immensely. Both for selfish purposes, and not so selfish ones. She was the better monarch, she would’ve known what to do. Plus, if she were alive, then maybe the details of my private life would’ve avoided the worst of their scrutiny.

I snorted.

There was that wishful thinking again, back in full force. I was a fool for thinking that I could have everything.

Would Equestria survive without me? Would its empire?

I had little ill-will towards my brother, but he hadn’t received the training I had, for the office he might inherit. What if he listened to the wrong advisors? What if he appointed the wrong ministers? What if he consented to the wrong laws?

The door to my study opened, though I refused to lift my head to see who entered.

“Twilight?”

It was Sunset. Both the person I wanted to see the most, and least.

“I’m in here,” I croaked

She rushed to my side, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

“What’s the matter?” she asked

I looked at her, seeing the concern etched into her aqua coloured eyes. A person could get lost in those if they weren’t careful.

“It’s Harshwhinny,” I finally said.

Sunset went pale. “What?”

I saw her concern slowly boil to fury, as a very real fire ignited within her.

“Apparently, she’s been outmaneuvered by Fancy, and has no choice but to abandon her support for us.”

Sunset shook her head. “I…I thought she had thing under control?”

I chuckled. “She did.”

“So, what’s going on then?”

“Fancy outplayed us, Sunset. He offered Harshwhinny a bribe she couldn’t refuse. I’m not sure what it was, but it was enough for her to betray us.”

I could feel Sunset’s grip tighten, and I feared she might accidentally crush me.

Thankfully, she maintained enough awareness to pull away, and instead spent her energy pacing back and forth.

“What are we going to do?” she growled.

I sighed. “I-i don’t know…”

But the truth was, I did.

My love or my country? The woman of my dreams or my empire? Sunset Shimmer or Equestria?

What was more important to me?

August 3rd, 1936 – 1:00PM

Around the empire, millions huddled together in their homes, gathered in dusty squares, smoked in noisy bars, or crowded together in cramped breakrooms. No matter the location, the reason was always the same. Today, everyone was listening to the radio.

It seemed like such a strange reaction, as an entire empire virtually shut down to listen to the news. In Canterlot, it was the midday report, though depending on your location on the globe, this could very well be your morning or evening broadcast.

As the top of all 24 hours simultaneously neared, all was silent, with hardly a word spoken through the entirety of Equestrian lands. Not a single glass was toasted, not a single machine run, and even the busy patter of feet was kept to a minimum.

The weathered voice, of the Equestrian Broadcasting Corporation’s head anchor, was at the helm.

“…with that, we end this afternoon’s broadcast. We are now going through to Canterlot Castle where Her Majesty, Queen Sparkle, is awaiting to address her empire.

The collective attention of half a billion souls was on edge as there was a click, a static buzz, and then silence.

What finally broke it was the slow intake of breath. It sounded tired, laboured, exhausted. A voice which hadn’t seen restful sleep in weeks.

There are a few things that have plagued me these last few weeks, which I wish to speak freely about, but have been unable to due to the constitutional constraints of my office.

A few hours ago, I discharged the last of my duties, as Queen and Empress, and my titles will now pass to my brother, Shining Armor. My first words, as a private citizen, must be to declare my allegiance to him. This is something I do with all my heart. He has been an excellent aid in my rule and he will assuredly be an excellent King to our people, and to our empire.

You all know my reasons for renouncing the throne. But I want you to understand, that in making this decision, I did not forget the country and empire which I have tried, for the entirety of my life, to serve.

You must believe me, when I tell you that I have found it impossible to carry the heavy burden of responsibility, and to perform my duties as Queen, without the help and support of the woman I love.

As such, I no longer felt able to serve you as a monarch should. I beg for your forgiveness, my fellow citizens, and I pray that you do not think unkindly of me for my selfishness.

May the gods bless Equestria, may the gods bless the empire, and may the gods bless our King.

June 2nd, 1953 – 7AM
Mrs. Twilight Sparkle
Residence of Twilight and Sunset – Manehattan

When we moved into this townhouse, fifteen years ago, there had been a radio which dominated the living room. A couple years ago, we had it moved to storage and replaced with a television set.

Television really was this magnificent thing. While radio allowed you to partake in events, television actually let you live them, as if you were really there.

Usually this was a fantastic experience.

However, today it was bittersweet.

I sat before our television, watching as my niece Flurry Heart took the first steps towards formally ascending the throne.

Today was her coronation, an event I’d never get to live, due to the brevity of my reign.

It was like actually being there, actually performing the ceremony myself. She took the steps I’d never get to take, she made the promises I’d never get to make, and she would sit upon the throne I’d never get to hold.

Flurry looked absolutely wrecked by nerves, maybe even bordering on petrified.

Yet, hadn’t I seemed the same way all those years ago?

I felt a lump in my throat.

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. Yet, that seemed like another promise I’d have to break.

However, salvation arrived a moment later, as a hand cradled my own. I looked to the side, and there she was, the woman who I sacrificed my throne to marry.

“Was it worth it?” Sunset asked.

It was like she could read my mind. Though after all these years, that was a very real possibility.

Her wedding band rubbed against my own, and in that moment, every ounce of pain vanished.

I gently kissed her on the cheek and smiled. “Yes, and I’d do it a thousands times over.”

Chapter 1 - A Mother's Death (January 20th, 1936 - January 21st, 1936)

January 20th, 1936 – 5:45 PM
Princess Twilight Sparkle
Canterlot Castle – Celestial Bed Chamber

Two people were on their deathbed tonight. The first, the leader of our nation, a woman whose kindness, dedication, and diplomatic skills saved us from the brink of chaos. Everyone knew of this Celestia, the Queen.

Who most people weren’t familiar with, was the mother who shared that name. The Celestia whose warmth and love formulated me through my developmental years. The kindly matriarch of our family.

My mother, my mentor, my friend.

Tonight, one body may perish, but two individuals would forever be lost.

The doctors could lie and try to peddle their hopes and miracle cures all they wanted, but I could tell she wasn’t long for this world. It was incredibly easy to see when you actually sat by her side and cradled her feeble hand within your own, feeling her emaciated condition. Then you looked into her eyes, and you realized that all hope was lost, as all you saw behind her hollow gaze was the last few pitiful embers of a once fiery soul.

The doctors themselves probably even knew the truth. Why else would they’ve called me in the middle of the night, begging me to rush to the palace to be with her? That wasn’t a request you made for a health individual. No, that was the type of phone call you made, when something terrible was about to happen.

If anything, this all felt incredibly unfair. It was simply too soon. My grandmother had lived well into her eighties, and so had her mother. Yet, here was my own precious mum, barely past her sixty-fifth birthday, and in a state where her next breath could very well be her last.

“Twilight,” she rasped, her cancer ridden lungs barely carrying her syllables.

“What is it?” I asked.

My speech wavered, threatening to break at the slightest prod.

“I need…I need to talk to you about something important.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but a fresh wave of hacking coughs interrupted her. Then these coughs deepened, persisting for several agonizing seconds, and growing to such alarming intensity that I nearly called for her nurse. Thankfully, she managed to regain a degree of control. Though as these coughs sputtered out, a fresh dribble of red coloured her deathly pale lips.

I grabbed a tissue, offering it to her. She accepted and swiftly wiped away the blood which tarnished her complexion.

“I need to tell you something,” she repeated.

“Can it wait?” I asked. “You need to save your energy.”

She grimly chuckled. “I don’t think silence will make my condition any better, dear.”

“You don’t know that. I once read-“

She lifted a hand. “This needs to be said, Twilight. When I pass…”

“If you pass…” I knew I was pleading, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to see her go.

“When I pass,” my mother repeated. “The affairs of our house will rest upon your shoulders. I need to know if you’re ready to accept that burden.”

“Of course, you’ve trained me my whole life.”

“I know, but there’s a vast difference between training and actually doing, Twilight. When I pass, you’ll no longer be in charge of your own destiny. You’ll be a public servant to the people.”

“And I will gladly give that service.”

“Will you?”

“Of course.”

“Even if it means…”

She was silent, but even with the words unspoken, I knew what they’d be. They were the name of a woman, Sunset Shimmer.

These two unspoken words stabbed deep into my heart, piercing it like a dagger.

“Please mother, let’s not talk about this right now.”

“My Cherished Little Sparkle…”

She used my pet name. Even in her addled state, she was still the world’s greatest manipulator. I both loved and hated her for that.

“My Cherished Little Sparkle…the people will question you, if you continue to follow through with this.”

“Then let them question, I can handle it.”

“Can she?”

“Of…Of course.”

I cringed at how unsure I sounded.

“Twilight, this might not be your choice to make. What if parliament refuses to ratify your decision?”

“And what right do they have, denying me marriage to the woman I love?”

My mother chuckled, her eyes closing peacefully.

“You’d be surprised at what kind of power they hold over us. You must remember, dear. We are not people…”

“…but servants.”

“There’s no such thing as a private life for us.”

I sighed. “I love her mother.”

“And so do I.”

“Then why must you fight me on this?”

“Because…because I also love my people, Twilight. And I love the institutions we’ve built to endure far beyond our mortal reigns. If I could, I would allow you to wed in an instant. However, being wed to someone as…volatile as Sunset Shimmer could mortally wound what I’ve spent my entire life defending.”

I couldn’t help but smile at my mother’s choice of words.

Volatile.

It was far tamer than some of her previous language directed at Sunset. I wondered if it was time that softened her perception, or the morphine drip in her arm.

I was instantly stricken by guilt, as the memory of morphine reminded me of my mother’s current ailment, and her reasons for taking it.

She really didn’t need to have this conversation with me right now. She needed her rest. Even if she was far beyond the good it could provide.

I sighed. “I will consider reviewing my relationship with Sunset Shimmer.”

A lie, but a decent one. She might even fall for it.

“Liar.”

Or not.

I shook my head. “Can we please change the subject?”

My mother paused, pondering this. Then she slowly nodded. “Have you read any good books lately?”

January 20th, 1936 – 11:00 PM
Prime Minister Fancy Pants
10 Regalia Street – Prime Minister’s Office

A glass of gin rested in my left hand, as my right leafed through a report upon my desk.

I took a sip, then read a page, took another, then read another. Over and over I repeated this, in a routine which had become uncomfortably familiar.

It was late, well passed the hour when most Equestrian’s called it a night. However, this was just another late night in a long career of them. The cost I paid for holding such an important office.

The report before me detailed another instance of Equestria’s heir apparent, Twilight Sparkle, sticking her nose into matters well beyond her constitutional concern. A little off-hand comment made during a visit to a mine in New Fillyland. Something along the lines of “things need to change” or “we can do better as a society.” And of course, due to her status, people listened and took her words to heart.

It was infuriating. She just strolled in and shattered the normalcy I’d spent so long constructing. Then she waltzed along, to do it again elsewhere, while I was forced to pick up the pieces she’d left behind.

What a godsdamn mess. It would take the mercy of our patrons to save us, once she became Queen. Which, considering Celestia’s cancer, was a disaster rapidly approaching.

Her words were already damaging enough. I’d hate to imagine what she could do with the royal authority to veto laws and dismiss ministers. In all likelihood, it would be a very dark day for our nation.

I sighed.

If only there was some way we could just skip over her.

I shook my head.

I was Prime Minister, I couldn’t afford to reside within the realm of wishful thinking for too long.

I’d just need to find a way to make this work.

As I finished reviewing her most recent misadventure, I tossed the report atop a growing pile of material. The important information would sink in, and shape my decision-making, while the rest would be lost in the jumbled stew of my mind.

At this hour, this stew contained an overwhelming majority of my grey matter.

I looked to my glass, swirling around the mixture of ice and liquor. The gin wasn’t exactly helping with memory retention in the slightest.

I stared a moment longer, and nearly considered bringing tonight’s consumption to an end. Then I shrugged, downing the rest in one smooth motion.

Fuck it.

Someone knocked at my door.

I tore my gaze away from the empty crystal in my hand. “Come in.”

My secretary popped her head into the room. “Mr. Pants?”

“What is it, Fleur?”

“You have a call on line one.”

I nodded. “Thank you, dear.”

She gave me a tight, business-like, smile before ducking out of the room.

Once she was gone, I answered the phone. “This is the Prime Minister speaking.”

Silence greeted me.

It lingered for a few laboured seconds, persisting to the point that I nearly repeated myself.

However, just as the words were on the tip of my tongue, a voice came through, “Good Evening, Fancy.”

It was Raven, personal assistant to Queen Celestia. She sounded tired, and on the brink of utter exhaustion.

“You’re up late, Raven.”

“It’s been… it’s been a busy night.”

This piqued my interest. “In what way?”

She took a deep breath, and sighed with such intensity, that it seemed like the weight of the world was upon her shoulders.

“Starswirl’s collection has been discovered.”

I froze, staring blankly ahead. It was funny how such a trite phrase could instill such a gut-wrenching reaction. Yet, when those seemingly innocent words were amongst some of the most important codes in the entire Equestrian Kingdom, my reaction became pretty understandable.

“Fancy, are you still there?” Raven asked.

This brought me back from my stupor. “Yeah, sorry Raven. You uh…you caught me off guard.”

“I’m sorry."

“How long ago did she…”

“About fifteen minutes.”

I sighed. “I’ll, uh…I’ll get the preparations started.”

“Should I let her family know you’re on the case?”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Raven.”

“Anything else I can do?”

“Would you mind sending them my sympathies?”

“Oh course, Fancy.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“I still appreciate it.” I massaged my scalp. “I’ll call you tomorrow when I have an update.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

With our business concluded, the line went dead. Tonight, wasn’t the night for ‘good byes’.

My gaze reflexively shifted towards my empty glass, and the half-full bottle of gin beside it. I grabbed both, and poured myself another generous splash.

It was going to be desperately needed tonight.

January 21st, 1936 – 9:30AM

Newsstands around Canterlot were barren, with not a single copy of the Post, Free Press, Mail, or any lesser known prints left in stock.

Flags around the city rested at half-mast, and a sobering melancholy spread through the streets like a fog. Many shuffled to their destinations, with heads held low, and small talk kept to a minimum.

Across the nation, there was a day of mourning, yet the people of Equestria trudged along in their daily lives. The Equestrian spirit of “keep calm and carry on” was proudly on display.

Within a bin, upon some unassuming intersection, a newspaper rested. Its front page fluttered in the slight breeze of the day, it’s headline flittering back and forth.

Death of a Queen-

At 10:45 PM, our beloved lady, Queen Celestia, passed in her sleep. She was surrounded by her loved ones, including her sister, Princess Luna, her sons, Prince Shining Armor and Prince Blueblood, and her daughter, Princess Twilight Sparkle. Reports from the family reassure the public that she was at peace during her slumber, and that her death appeared painless.

To the right of this articles lied another.

-Long Live the Queen!

Queen Twilight Sparkle to be Proclaimed.

January 21st, 1936 – 10:30AM
Ms. Sunset Shimmer
Residence of Twilight Sparkle

I don’t think I’d ever really get used to living in a place like this. Twilight constantly assured me that it was just like any other home, but that wasn’t remotely true. This townhouse was a palace in everything but name.

I could imagine my friends back home, chiding me over this. Look at Sunset Shimmer, going soft living like royalty. With a palace that had electricity, that didn’t brownout, running water, that was always the right temperature, and a ballroom to top it all off.

Why the hell did Twilight even need one of those? It wasn’t like we ever hosted more than a dozen people.

It was just so surreal. I’d come such a long way since that shoebox back home.

“The perks of dating royalty,” I muttered.

My attention returned to the newspaper before me. It, like my breakfast, was delivered daily, right to this table.

Just another foreign concept that I’d never quite get used to.

Today’s headline made my heart ache, as I wanted nothing more then to be with Twilight right now.

It wasn’t easy losing a mother, I could tell you that. Even all the gold in the world couldn’t put a dent in that kind of sorrow.

Yet, Twilight had instructed me to remain here, rather than be there to help her through this. She wanted to avoid having a scene with her family, and my presence usually triggered that.

I felt an all too familiar bitterness bubble in my gullet. Though I quickly doused it, before it had a chance to catch and burn into a full-blown rage.

The last thing Twilight needed was me picking fights.

So, this left me lamenting her favourite mantra.

Give them time.

Fives years.

I’d given them five long years, Twilight. Yet, the only one even willing to tolerate me, had just passed away.

All of this felt so utterly hopeless. It was just a constant cycle of one step forward, two steps back.

There was a knock at the door, and I looked over.

It was one of Twilight’s servants, a young man by the name of Spike.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked.

Of all of her staff, he was my favourite.

I waved a hand. “I’m fine.”

“It’s just…you haven’t touched your breakfast, yet.”

I looked at my plate, realizing he was right. The eggs, toast, and bacon hadn’t even been prodded at, with only my coffee being drained.

“I guess I’m a little stressed,” I admitted

Spike nodded. “Thinking about Twi?”

I sighed. “Yeah…I just…I guess I feel lost? Like, she’s suffering, and I’m stuck at home feeling completely useless.”

“If it makes you feel any better, her car just left the castle.”

I nodded. “Any ideas on what I could possibly do to cheer her up?”

Spike smiled. “Well, I know she’s fond of lilies.”

My ears perked up. “Lilies?”

“Yeah, lilies. Thankfully, it just so happens, that a certain extraordinary assistant picked a bouquet.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, Spike. You’re the best.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” He smirked. “I know.”

He then ducked out of the room, leaving me with my morning paper. However, I soon found that there was little news, other than the main article. So, I tossed it aside and returned to my breakfast, not wanting Spike’s hard work to go to waste.

As I ate, I lit a cigarette and took a drag, pulling the smoke deep into my lungs. It helped clear my mind, and settle my nerves, with each successive puff strengthening this sensation.

By the time I finished, I heard the sound of wheels upon gravel outside.

Twilight was finally home.

I stood up, and put out my cigarette, before heading for the entryway.

As Spike had promised, there was a bundle of lilies waiting next to the door.

I pulled them out of their vase and waited patiently for Twilight to come in.

What would I even say to her? Was there a phrase in our language which fit the severity of this situation?

Just tell her, what you would’ve wanted to be told.

The front door opened and my heart skipped a beat.

Twilight slowly lumbered in. She looks ragged, with her eyes puffy and reddened by tear. Her whole body slumped forward, heavy upon its weary frame. She looked like she hadn’t spared a moment for herself, with her hair a tangled nest, and her clothes heavily wrinkled.

Should I give her a hug, or give her space?

Twilight made the decision herself, as she stumbled forward and threw herself at me.

I caught her, wrapping my arms tightly around her.

She buried her face into my shoulder, and I could feel her sob. Her body shook, as her breathing quivered, and fresh tears stained my shirt.

It took me a moment to find my voice. “I’m…I’m so sorry, hun.”

The words felt weak, but they were all I could think of.

She didn’t respond with anything but fresh tears, and for a moment, we just stood there. All I could do was be her anchor, holding her steady as the river of emotions tried to sweep her away.

Eventually, her tears ran dry, and her sobs fell way, making room for a series of depressive hiccupping gulps.

I patted her softly on the back, whispering to her in the most soothing tone I could manage, begging her to let it all out.

Eventually, even these hiccups subsided, and she looked at me once more, her eyes bearing fresh signs of misery.

“Oh, Twilight,” I whispered.

I could feel tears in my own eyes now. However, I steeled myself, holding my emotions at bay.

Twilight needed someone to be there for her. I wouldn’t dare burden her with my own pains.

She eventually pulled away from me, putting a little distance between us as she dabbed at her eyes.

I instinctively held out the flowers. “I got these for you.”

She looked at them and smiled. It was a genuine smile, and in times like these, that was worth a lot.

“Lilies…my…my favourite.”

“I know.”

She gave me a look and snorted. “Liar.”

I faked being hurt. “What? Why would I-“

“Because only Spike knows I love lilies.”

“Maybe he told me?”

“Alright, and where in the garden do we grow lilies?”

I pursed my lips and looked to the side. “Alright, you caught me.”

She snickered and took the flowers, staring idly at them.

It did my heart wonders, hearing her laugh.

“Still, it was a very nice thought,” she said, her voice suddenly sounding distant.

The two of us stood in silence. I was at a loss for words, and she seemed simply too exhausted to carry on.

“Do you need anything?” I finally asked.

“Some breakfast would be nice.”

I nodded, and together we headed for the kitchen.

As we entered, she went for the coffeemaker and I made my way towards the stove.

“What are you doing?” Twilight asked. “I can get Spike to-”

“Spike’s already done more than enough." I turned on the element. "Now, I might be a little rusty, but I used to make some pretty good scrambled eggs."

Twilight smiled. “I would like that.”

I grinned. “I thought you might.”

With that, I headed for our fridge.

“Is there anything you wanted to talk about?” I asked.

“Like what?”

“Well, you’re the Queen now.”

She froze, her expression reflexively turning to a grimace.

I winced. “Bad timing?”

“No, it’s just…” She sighed. “The idea is still pretty strange to me.”

With that, our conversation ended, as I instead focused on Twilight’s meal. I managed to find my ingredients with ease, bringing them to the counter.

As I prepped Twilight’s food, I occasionally glanced over my shoulder, seeing her smoking and sipping coffee, as she read the paper. At first, it seemed like she was focused on the front page, and I prayed she wouldn’t reopen her wounds. Thankfully, she soon rifled through the articles until she landed upon a crossword at the very back.

This was reassuring, as crosswords were often a refuge for Twilight when she was stressed. They usually distracted her from the worst of her worries.

As the pan heated up, I cracked open a couple of eggs and stirred their contents into the sizzling skillet. I then added my vegetables, which soon began to cook, filling the room with the rich aromas of breakfast.

I could see Twilight smile, as the scent reached her.

“Breakfast smells lovely,” she said.

“Told you I wasn’t half bad.”

“I never doubted you for a second.”

I smiled and busied myself with stirring the recipe, taking only the occasional break to add in cheese and bacon.

“Sunset, can I ask you a question?” Twilight asked.

“What is it, hun?”

“When did your mother die?”

I involuntarily tensed, dropping my spatula.

Twilight winced, as it loudly clanged against the floor. “I’m sorry, that was way too personal.”

“No, it’s just…you caught me off guard is all.”

I paused and began to tidy up the mess I just made.

Once it was clean, I looked back to her. “She died in 1919."

“Was it the flu?”

I nodded. “The whole family caught it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It was nearly 20 years ago. I’ve…uh…well, ‘come to terms’ isn’t quite right. More like… accepted it.”

“Do you still miss them?”

I grabbed another spatula and focused my attention on stirring. “Yeah...yeah I do.”

“Does it ever get any easier?”

“In time.”

I turned off the element and scooped Twilight’s breakfast onto a plate.

As I made my way over to her, she smiled at the sight of my cooking.

“It looks delicious,” she said.

“A meal fit for a Queen?”

“Hmm…maybe a duchess. Though, I’m not opposed to slumming it.”

I chuckled. “Glad, I’m worthy of your slumming.”

She blinked. “Oh, I uh… meant the eggs.” She stuck out her tongue. “You just happen to be attached to them.”

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe I’ll just share these with Spike.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I smirked. “Try me.”

She furrowed her brow, before throwing her hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright, I surrender.”

I coyly smirked as I placed her plate down. “Glad to hear it.”

Twilight quickly shovelled a generous bite into her mouth, chewing it as she continued her crossword.

“Do you need any help?” I asked.

“Sure.” She looked at me. “Seven down, eight letters, starts with an A. Hint reads, failure to fulfill a duty.”

I hummed, mulling it over. “Abandon? Wait no, that’s seven.”

“Acquiesce?” She shook her head. “No, that’s not quite right.”

“What about abdicate?”

Twilight hummed. “Hmm, it fits.”