"ISN'T SHE JUST BEAUTIFUL?" The Queen spoke in the Royal Canterlot Voice.
"GORGEOUS, I MUST SAY," The King boomed back towards her. They both stared at the pink-haired alicorn filly in the wrapped cloth of finest silk made from the fabric of the universe (PreAlpha version). However, the silk was second to the smoothness of the new-born Princess' mane.
"SERVANT! THOU SHALST BRING TO ME, ON THE ROYAL CUSHION, THE CROWN OF TIME!" The King hollered with upmost authority to the jelly-legged stallion across the Royal Maternity Room.
"U-um...Your Majesty,...the Crown of Time is, well...on Your Majesty's head," he squeaked like a frightened yellow mare with pink hair which had butterflies for a cutie mark and had a pet bunny.
"OH. MY APOLOGIES." His Majesty then, for the first time in 3 billion, 141 thousand million, 519 hundred thousand eternities, took off the The Crown of Time. "I, KING OF THE ALICORNS (and everything else, for that matter) BEQUEATH THE CROWN OF TIME TO PRINCESS- um...DEAR, WHAT IS HER NAME?"
There was an awkward pause, unaided by the fact time had stopped because the crown had no wearer.
"DEAR," the Queen finally spoke up. "HOW ABOUT...CELESTIANA SOLES OMNIA FERE PRINCIPEM ET?"
"um..," the King who had been rumoured to fail his Latin exam paused. "I, KING OF THE ALICORNS BEQUEATH THE CROWN OF TIME TO PRINCESS CELESTIA-SOMETHING!"
The Crown was hurriedly placed onto the Royal head of Princess Celestia-Something. Time went on again. More ponies were confused on the teleportation of the Crown and the Royal Birth Certificate possession of the name "Celestia-Something".
So this was it. Princess Celestia-Something was, well, Princess.
Boom.
So this was it. The late King and Queen were, well, dead.
Everyone was dead. Except those who were not present when the Changelings struck. Such as Princess Celestia-Something.
The Changelings flew in as a swarm of flittering darkness. The wore armour of diamond, home-made from the mines. They were in their original forms, arctic blue eyes of death, black skin of trickery and minds set to their tasks. Find the Princess. Kill her. Take the two crowns. They could not find the Princess. They could not kill her. They only saw one crown amongst the blood and bodies of their enemies.
The Crown of Space never left the Queen's head despite the epic magnitude. The Changelings knew that if the the priceless headgear left her temple, they would all be in chaos. Maybe they would explode. Maybe gravity will stretch them far beyond their limits. Maybe dead bodies would be floating here and there. To avoid this and still bring it back, one of the changelings turned its hoof into a blade, and with a swoosh, the Queen's head was picked up by her mane and flown away with the swarm.
Princess Celestia-Something opened her eyes. It was dark.
