The Lesbian: One Hundred Nights

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I

"Dear mother, I cannot work the loom
Filled, by Aphrodite, with love for a slender boy…"

Polite applause filled the chamber as Sappho finished her recitation and returned to her seat. Across from her, Cleïs smiled as she stood up. "Thank you, Sappho. Your verses are a delight to the ears as always."

Sappho accepted the praise with thanks, and the conversation turned to matters of gossip. In truth, most of the women in this poetry circle had little more than a superficial interest in the literary arts, preferring to spend their time pursuing their true passion of spreading the latest rumours. Still, it was the sole place for her to present her poetry, and there were some here who also appreciated verse.

Like Cleïs, who was walking over towards her. Sappho smiled as she approached. "Your poem this week was lovely," she said sincerely. "I could feel the ardour you must have held in your heart as you wrote it."

"Thank you," Cleïs replied. "I enjoyed your poem as well. Though, I must ask: have you been troubled by your Muse of late? Your verses lack the fire they once held."

Sappho sighed. "I confess that I find myself bereft of inspiration in recent months. Little seems to interest me, and nothing has come close to inflaming my passions."

"Have you prayed to the gods for aid yet?"

A shake of her head. "Perhaps I shall. If Apollo would but smile upon me, perhaps he might be persuaded to send the Muses my way."

"I wish you all the best." Cleïs gave Sappho a quick hug, and Sappho tried not to think about how nice the other woman's body felt against her own. "Until we meet again."

"Farewell, Cleïs." With that, the meeting was over, and Sappho left Cleïs' home to see her brother Erigyius waiting for her.

"Did you enjoy your little gathering, sister?" he asked as they walked back towards their home.

"I did, brother," Sappho replied. "Tell me, have you any word from Charaxus? I heard whisperings that his ship had returned today."

Erigyius frowned "He has returned to us," he said shortly.

Sappho glanced up at her brother. "Is something the matter with our brother?"

"He did not return alone. You shall see." That was the end of the conversation as they continued to walk through the market.

As they passed by the stalls of the merchants shouting of their wares, Sappho saw a familiar marble building pass by, and seven hunting dogs resting on its steps. Though it wasn't the temple she had intended on visiting, she suddenly felt within her heart a yearning to be inside. Taking this and the dogs as signs, she pulled Erigyius aside. "A moment, brother. Would it be possible for us to visit the Temple of Artemis? I wish to make an offering to her."

"Now?"

"Please. I believe it to be of utmost importance."

"Very well. Far be it for me to stop a woman from worshipping." Erigyius looked annoyed, but Sappho knew he had a soft spot for her, and would indulge her in this.

"Thank you, brother." Sappho stepped into the temple, Erigyius staying behind to wait for her.

She approached one of the priestesses, a woman by the name of Pirene, and paid the usual price for the privilege of making an offering to the Goddess of the Moon. Oddly enough, the torches on her offering cake were arranged in a crescent instead of a circle.

Considering that the moon would be full tonight, it seemed the wrong choice, but Sappho didn't pay it too much heed. She had never seen this Pirene before, either — perhaps she was a new initiate and unfamiliar with the proper symbols of worship.

Slightly odder was a new addition to the small menagerie of animal statues surrounding Artemis. In addition to the normal stags and hunting dogs, a lone horse stood amongst the stone hunters.

No, not just a horse. It had wings on its side, like Pegasus, but also a horn like a unicorn's. At this, Sappho had to speak. "Priestess, what manner of beast is this that stands beside the Goddess?"

Pirene smiled, some mysterious secret hidden in her expression. "It is known as an alicorn. A creature alike a horse but with wings and horn. It is said that they possess great power, and are much favoured by the gods. Now, are you prepared to make your offering?"

"I am." Sappho stepped forward and stood at the base of the statue of Artemis. Yet, as she placed down the cake at the Goddess' feet, her eyes were drawn instead to the statue of the "alicorn." Again, she felt a certainty in her heart, a feeling that this statue was somehow important.

As she spoke her prayer, her eyes did not stare at the feet of the Goddess before her, but rather at the odd creature that served as her companion. "Please, my goddess," she said. "I have found myself bereft of the touch of the Muses of late. Nothing stirs my spirits, drives me to put words on papyrus. I beseech you, inflame my heart once again so that I might find the passion to continue writing my verses!"

A gust of wind blew into the chamber, knocking over one of the candles. A stream of liquid wax dripped down from it, and with widening eyes, Sappho watched as it flowed around her in a circle, as if guided by an invisible hand.

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned around to see if the priestess was seeing what she was seeing, but she could find no trace of the woman. Instead, by some divine influence, the stream of liquid completed its circuit.

The wind grew stronger, knocking down all the candles. Bits of sand and leaves swirled around her as Sappho fought to keep her calm. Surely this was the doing of the gods? Artemis would not allow evil to touch her in her own temple.

Still, the winds continued to buffet her, the gathering storm blowing the fabric of her dress every which way. Splashes of colour and light sparked at the edge of her vision, and Sappho could've sworn she saw stars twinkling in the maelstrom. Her breathing grew faster as she curled into herself at the centre of the circle, dreading what might come next.

Her fears were answered a moment later when the ground suddenly disappeared beneath her, leaving behind an endless void that looked like the heart of Chaos itself.

Sappho screamed, and fell into the blackness.

"She's waking up!"

Sappho groaned as her eyes slowly opened in response to the unfamiliar voice. She was resting on something impossibly soft, so comfortable and form-fitting that she could happily have stayed lying down for a week.

And then her memories returned.

The Temple. The offering. The circle and the storm. Falling through the darkness…

With a jolt, Sappho sat up and glanced wildly around her. She was resting on some kind of raised bed in a room that looked to be made from blocks of stone. In one corner, a strange assortment of medicines sat on a table, and on the other side of the room was a window from which Sappho could see the Sun setting below a mountain range in the distance.

She let out a small gasp as she realized that a pane of glass covered the generously-sized window. What was this place, that could contain something so decadent?

"Do not fear. We mean you no harm. You are safe here."

Sappho turned to face the speaker, and her jaw dropped. Before her, standing on four hooves, was a unicorn. It looked different from the pictures in the scrolls she had read, with a shorter, stouter build than most horses and large, glittering eyes, but there was no denying the horn that sat upon its head.

Even more wondrous were the two horse-like creatures standing behind the unicorn, each decked in golden armour and carrying a spear in their hooves. A pair of wings sprouted from the sides of each armoured creature, large feathery things that were folded against their bodies.

If there had only been one, Sappho would have claimed him to be Pegasus, but two? Were the legends wrong? Was Pegasus but one member of a race of flying horses? Or were these his children?

"Can you understand me?"

The unicorn continued to speak slowly and calmly, even though it — she, as her voice was that of a woman's — was clearly tense, her eyes constantly darting towards the two winged horses who appeared to be her guard.

Sappho could only nod, her breath still caught in her throat at the astonishment of a talking unicorn. The accent was odd, and unlike anything she had heard before, but it was undeniably her tongue that she spoke.

The unicorn seemed to accept her jerking her head up and down as affirmation, her smile becoming slightly warmer. "Can you speak?"

"Y—Yes."

The unicorn's eyes widened in surprise as Sappho spoke, but her professional composure remained. "I am Tender Heart, the Royal Healer. You had quite the fall when you arrived at the Palace, but we didn't see any bleeding or major bruising. We used only the most standard healing spells to treat—"

There was a clatter of stone against stone as Sappho suddenly pushed herself backwards and knocked over a cup of water. The unicorn's horn was glowing! And next to her, a scroll floated in the air, surrounded by the same pale light as said horn.

Sappho stared at the suspended document, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Is something wrong?" Tender Heart asked, seemingly unaware of the new source of illumination.

"A—Are you making that scroll hover in the air?"

Tender Heart raised an eyebrow. "Have you never seen magic used before?"

"Magic?" Sappho suddenly felt a fool. Of course, these creatures would have magic. She could see two Children of Pegasus in her room, and beings blessed by the gods would no doubt have powers beyond humanity. "I have," she replied, recalling some of the rituals she had witnessed at the temples, "but not so casually used."

That seemed to satisfy the healer. "I see," she said, nodding. "I apologize for startling you. As I said, we used a normal suite of healing spells on you, and while we don't think they had any adverse effects, we need to know if anything hurts or feels wrong."

"I feel no pain," Sappho replied, unable to maintain her panic. This was all so normal, like being cared for by a nurse after taking a nasty spill down the temple steps as a child. If she closed her eyes, she could even imagine it was old Calliope fussing over a scraped shin of hers.

"That is good." A glowing quill floated over towards the scroll, writing some note or other down. Sappho traced its graceful movements with her eyes, unable to truly believe what she was seeing. "What is your name, if I might ask?"

"Sappho. Sappho of Lesbos." She wasn't sure if they would know where Lesbos was, but it didn't hurt to mention it.

Before Sappho could give a full account of her family, there was a knock at the door. One of the guards opened it to reveal yet another horse, this one blessedly normal with no horns or wings. Tender Heart turned to converse with the new arrival in hushed tones.

That was when Sappho noticed an odd symbol that seemed to be painted on the side of the healer's white coat. It looked like two leaves resting atop one another in the shape of a heart. Was this a brand of sorts? Tender Hearts called herself the Royal Healer. Was this the symbol of the King she served?

Her musings were cut short as the normal horse left, closing the door behind it and leaving the four of them alone in the room once again.

"Are you well enough to walk, Sappho?" Tender Heart asked, her voice still as warm as a mother's caress.

"I think so." Sappho slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed and slid off, lamenting at the loss of such a comfortable resting spot as her feet hit the hard, cold floor.

Tender Heart took a quick step back as Sappho stood up to her full, bipedal height. From this vantage point, she stood a couple feet above the healer, and she realized that she must look intimidating to the unicorn.

She kept her hands by her side, careful not to make any sudden movements as she tried pacing about the room. Whatever spell they had used to treat her injuries had left her feeling tired, but not pained, and her movements came naturally to her.

After a few seconds, she turned to face Tender Heart, who had returned to her warm, matronly demeanour. The healer looked at her with a critical eye before speaking. "Well, you seem no worse for wear. Good." Another scroll floated into the air. "Princess Celestia wishes to see you now in the Throne Room."

A princess wished to speak with her? Sappho's earlier fears returned with full force as she silently followed the guards outside the room. She had never met with royalty before — her father had called upon a few in his time, but her only knowledge of those meetings was from stories told afterwards. She knew enough to know that royalty could be dangerous, and that even a princess could be her ruin if insulted.

She had to believe that Artemis would not have sent her into this strange kingdom out of spite, for she had done nothing to offend the goddess. Perhaps this would be a great opportunity as well, an answer to her prayers. She would have to see.

The doorway led out to a small torchlit corridor. Hung on the walls were pastoral paintings of towns and forests and open fields that could easily have come from her own world, if not for the horse-like creatures with wings or horn or neither depicted in them.

"What kingdom is this?" Sappho asked Tender Heart. She needed to know more about this strange land she had found herself in before she incited the wrath of a princess.

"Why, Equestria, of course." Tender Heart shook her head. "Sorry, the Princess said that you probably weren't from this realm." They passed by another winged horse, who started a bit at the sight of Sappho but otherwise continued on without comment. "Equestria is the nation of ponies. We border the Griffon Kingdoms to the north and east, the Dragon Lands to the south, and the Minotaur Tribes to the west."

Sappho's head swam with awe. Griffons? Dragons? An entire tribe of Minotaurs? Truly this was a land of legends, where creatures from stories lived and breathed.

"Right now, we're in Canterlot Castle, the summer palace for the Princesses," Tender Heart explained as they climbed down a set of stairs. "It's located in Canterlot, of course, and has the best view you can get on Mount Canter."

She pushed upon another door, and Sappho was greeted by a corridor lined with large, glass windows, even more grand than the ones that had been installed in her room. The view they offered was nothing short of breathtaking. From this vantage point, Sappho could see that they were indeed on the edge of a vast mountain, rivers and trees little more than lines and dots from this height.

They must have been thousands upon thousands of feet in the air, and Sappho couldn't help but be reminded of the stories of another mountain. One ruled by powerful beings, where legends were made every day.

Could this be Mount Olympus, the Seat of the Gods? None of the legends said anything about their servants being ponies, but she had never seen a mountain as tall as this one before, and the creatures here used magic without a second thought. If Artemis had brought her to her own realm...

Her musings were cut off by the sounds of faint chuckling. Turning around, she saw Tender Heart hiding a smile from behind one hoof. "Don't worry," she said, humour suffusing her voice. "Most visitors react the same way the first time they see the view. I heard that the Yak Prince spent an hour staring out of this very window, and the only word he said was 'perfect.'"

"It is truly awe-inspiring," Sappho admitted as they began walking once again. "You are truly blessed to live here."

Tender Heart rolled her eyes. "It's less exciting when you have to see it every day. Thank Celestia I don't have a fear of heights like the last Royal Healer."

Thank Celestia? Did the princess share name with the goddess they served? And which goddess was Celestia? Though they spoke the same tongue, perhaps they gave the gods different names? After all, she had heard that, in the west, they called Zeus by the name of Jupiter.

There was much still to be learned for her. And she still needed to discover Artemis' purpose in sending her to this land, and how she could return to her home. Her family must be worried sick about her disappearance by now.

But first, she needed to see if this Princess Celestia would help her or not.

They passed by a veritable rainbow of ponies on the way to the throne room. Most had either wings or horn, with a few lacking both, and all wore clothes she recognized as equine versions of human attire. Tunics and chitons for the civilians, and shiny metal armour for what appeared to be the guards or soldiers. Again, Sappho could almost imagine herself at home among these creatures, if not for their inhuman forms. The ponies stared at her as she passed by, but none made any comments beyond hushed whispering.

She did her best to smooth out her own clothes as they approached a grand set of double doors at the end of the corridor. She'd selected one of her nicer cloaks to attend the reading circle in, but it had been scuffed from her fall and looked somewhat the worse for wear. Hopefully, the Princess would take pity on her plight and not judge her too harshly on her presentation.

Tender Heart handed over a scroll to a unicorn pony standing among the guards at the doors. "Good luck," she said to Sappho as the doors began to open. "I hope to see you again soon."

"Thank you," Sappho said sincerely. It settled her heart greatly that she had been treated with such kindness upon being transported to this realm, and that helped her gain a measure of control over her fear as she stepped inside the throne room.

"Announcing Sappho of Lesbos!" Sappho winced as a sound far too loud for him issued forth from the unarmoured pony. She turned and saw that his horn was glowing — no doubt using some spell to amplify his voice. Such a wondrous feat, and yet no one else seemed to be amazed.

She realized she was standing still at the entrance of the throne room when one of the guards gently prodded her with a wing. It was an odd feeling, similar and yet unlike being poked with a finger, but it was enough to urge Sappho forwards into a vast chamber.

The throne room was opulent, and beautiful, but Sappho had little time to admire the stained-glass windows or the ornate decorations in the room. Her eyes focused on the pair of thrones at the back of the room. One of them was empty, and bore the mark of a crescent moon much like the one on the cake she'd offered to Artemis.

On the other throne sat the most majestic creature Sappho had ever seen.

She was a horse, like all the others in this realm, but larger, with proportions more like those in Sappho's realm. Her brilliant white coat nearly shone under the sunlight, and even while sitting, she carried grace about her that Sappho had never seen before in any being.

Of course, all of this was secondary in Sappho's focus to the ethereal rainbow mane that surrounded her head, like a headdress woven by Iris herself. The corona of light framed her serene face perfectly, and as Sappho stared into those eyes that were too old to be mortal, she felt naked, stripped until her soul was laid bare to this magnificent creature.

There was no doubt that this was the princess she was to meet, and as soon as their eyes met, Sappho immediately prostrated herself to the ground, her knees hitting the cold stone with enough force to make her wince.

"Rise, Sappho of Lesbos." Sappho looked up to see Princess Celestia look down upon her with a gentle smile on her face. "It has been many a year since We last saw one of your kind. How did you come here, human?"

"I was making an offering to Artemis at the temple when some power beyond mortal understanding opened up a hole beneath my feet. I fell through the hole and, next I knew, I was awakening under the care of Your Healer." Sappho bowed her head once again. "I thank you for the generosity you have shown in having her tend to my wounds."

Princess Celestia waved off the thanks with a hoof. "When that portal deposited you head-first into this very room, you became our guest, and we take our hospitality very seriously."

"I fell into—?" Sappho's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I humbly beg your forgiveness for my intrusion, Princess."

A warm chuckle, rich and full, issued forth from the Princess. "There is no need to apologize for something beyond your control, Sappho," she said as the last of her soft laughter died off. "After all, We do not believe you intended to travel to our realm."

Sappho shook her head. "No, Princess."

The Princess stood up. "Well then, until we figure out how to send you back, We offer you Our hospitality in Equestria. Will you accept it?"

"Yes, Princess." The gods had truly smiled on her this day, to have delivered her to a land of such kindness. "I am in your debt."

"We will admit, Our offer is not entirely selfless." For the first time, Sappho saw the cunning behind Princess Celestia's eyes, a calculating light behind the genuine warmth. "The Court Mages shall have to study you in order to determine how to send you back, which may provide new insights for our scholars."

The Princess walked towards Sappho, seemingly growing larger with each step down from her throne on high. "And We are always eager to speak to those with different experiences, to learn about their ways and culture and stories." When she reached the bottom, she looked Sappho straight in the eyes, standing at the same height as her. "Would you be willing to sit down with an old mare for tea from time to time?"

Sappho knew enough of the old stories to know that refusing such a powerful being was not an option. "I would be honoured, Princess."

The casual smile returned to Princess Celestia's muzzle. "Wonderful! Now, before I have my assistant show you to your room and work out the details of your stay, I would so love to ask you a few questions. It has been far too long since I have spoken to a human."

"I am at your command," Sappho said, still tense. Despite how benevolent Princess Celestia seemed, Sappho was still wary of spending time regularly with her. That would only lead to more opportunities to offend her, and she shuddered to think what terrible fates might lie in store for those who did.

Before Celestia could ask her questions, her ear suddenly perked up in a completely equine gesture. "Ah, one moment, please," she said, igniting her horn with a soft yellow light that Sappho assumed meant she was performing a feat of magic. "It's time for me to lower the Sun."

Lower the Sun? Sappho glanced out at the setting Sun, which still hovered far away from the horizon. Was this some form of ritual she was expected to perform? A benediction to Apollo, perhaps?

And then, right before her unbelieving eyes, Sappho beheld the most incredible vision she had seen so far, even in this land of wonder. The Sun, the hallowed orb of Helios itself, dropped below the line where land and sky met, plunging the world into night without warning as, at the same time, the Moon rose into the sky just as quickly, illuminating all the stars and bathing the land with its gentle glow.

The glow faded from Princess Celestia's horn as she let out a soft sigh. "My apologies for the interruption."

"Did… did you just lower the sun yourself?" Sappho could do nought but whisper the words, hardly able to speak such a ridiculous assertion.

Princess Celestia nodded. "It is one of my duties at the Princess of the Sun. The movement of the Sun has been my domain since I took over from the Unicorns five hundred years ago."

Sappho dropped to her knees. "Forgive my insolence." She had been wrong, oh so wrong. Princess Celestia wasn't simply a powerful royal in this kingdom. "I did not know I stood in the presence of one of the gods." It made sense now. Sappho had sensed such power and wisdom within her since she'd entered the room, and the centuries of rulership were etched into her eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that she stood before a being vastly beyond her comprehension as a mere mortal.

The Goddess of the Sun grimaced, and for a moment Sappho feared that she had given offence. "Please don't do that," she said. "It took me a hundred years to stop them from worshipping me as one. I'm just a Princess of Equestria. No more, no less."

"But—But you wield the power of Apollo himself. You are Apollo!" The blasphemous words slipped out before Sappho could reign them in, realization washing over her like an icy deluge. "I am not worthy to stand in your presence." And yet, she couldn't leave, either. That would be an insult most grave.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to go through this again." Princess Celestia sighed. "You'll see in time that I am nothing like those gods you worship. Certainly, I don't carry the Sun around on a chariot." She giggled softly. "Though I admit that would be good exercise."

As Sappho stood stock-still in shock at a Goddess behaving so casually, she saw a door at the back of the throne room glow with a dark blue light.

"Ah, just in time," Princess Celestia said, her head tilting to the side. "This ought to be amusing, at the very least. There is someone else who would be interested to speak with you, Sappho."

Sappho had no time to speculate on the meaning of those words as, a moment later, the door opened, and Sappho's heart skipped a beat as her breath caught in her throat.

Stars. An endless tapestry of twinkling lights against the night sky flowed around the mare who stepped into the room. She was the same height as Princess Celestia, with a similar build, but other than that they were, well, as different as the night was to the day.

Dark blue fur instead of white. A slouching gait instead of a graceful stride. A grumpy expression of her face instead of a serene mask. And of course, the symbol of a crescent moon on her flank instead of a sun.

If Princess Celestia was Apollo, then this mare had to be Artemis.

And yet, none of the legends had ever spoken of the beauty of the Moon Goddess. Sappho thought this a great shame.

"Sister, I do not appreciate being summoned to your court like one of our subjects." Her voice, too, was an exercise in contrast with her sister's, low and husky and hiding none of her feelings.

"Sorry, Luna, but I thought you'd be interested in meeting our newest guest." Princess Celestia gestured towards Sappho. "Luna, this is Sappho of Lesbos." Luna's eyes widened as her gaze turned towards her. "Sappho of Lesbos, may I introduce you to Princess Luna, co-ruler of Equestria and my sister. She is the one who raised the Moon as I lowered the Sun."

Sappho was already on her knees, so all she could do was bow her head towards Princess Luna. "I am honoured to be in your presence, Princess Luna."

"Oh Harmony, not this again." Some force grasped Sappho's head and pulled it upwards, so that she was staring at Princess Luna and her glowing horn. "Stand up," she commanded. "My sister and I need only your respect, not your reverence."

She then turned to Princess Celestia, ignoring Sappho. "So, how long have you been hiding this human from me? And how did this one end up in our kingdom?"

Princess Celestia rolled her eyes, an altogether far-too-human gesture. "She dropped in on the morning court session and knocked herself out by landing on her head. Tender Heart cared for her, and she only now regained consciousness. She shall be staying here as a guest until we determine how to send her home."

"And you made this decision without consulting me?" The air in the room grew denser as Princess Luna glared at Princess Celestia, the weight of the heavens pressing down on the room.

"I had assumed that you would be in agreement with me," Princess Celestia replied casually. "If not, you can always choose not to support my decision."

"One day, you shall try my patience too far," Princess Luna growled.

"Luna, can we not do this in front of our guest?" Princess Celestia turned to face Sappho. "It is not seemly."

"Very well, Sister." Luna turned to Sappho. "After all, I would much rather learn about our new visitor. It has been nearly two hundred years since the last human appeared in our realm, and time flows differently between realms. Tell me, Sappho of Lesbos, have you heard of Bellerophon of Corinth? I believe his father was the king of Corinth."

If Sappho hadn't been terrified of offending the two very tense Princesses, she might have laughed. "I have heard tales of him," she said. "But he lived far longer than two hundred years ago. One of his grandsons was present at the fall of Ilium, many hundreds of years ago."

"Such is the nature of Time," Luna said. "And yet, even after so long, your people remember him? We do not know how he returned to your world, but he must have performed some great deeds in the aftermath."

"Well, umm, he..." Sappho stammered, unable to think of a way to explain the stories of his exploits without risking offence.

"Speak up, Sappho of Lesbos," Princess Luna snapped. "I am eager to know what Bellerophon was remembered for."

"He bridled Pegasus!" Sappho blurted out under the stern gaze of the Lunar Princess. She slammed a hand over her mouth as she realized what she had just said to the two very equine Princesses. Staring at both Princesses in abject terror, she prepared to be struck down in righteous anger.

Instead, Princess Luna's eyes widened, and then she let out the most wonderful laugh Sappho had ever heard. It was throaty and full and came right from the belly, an unabashed expression of humour and appreciation. "Oh, that is too rich!" she gasped out between laughs. Swaying to one side, she slapped a hoof upon Princess Celestia's barrel. "I told you she was sweet on him!"

"Yes, yes," Princess Celestia replied dryly, though a small smile showed on her face as well. She turned to face Sappho. "When he was here, Bellerophon became friends with a pegasus mare, a guard named Silver Sword. The two of them vanished mysteriously while exploring the Badlands together, and we've mourned her loss ever since."

Sappho flinched as a hoof was laid on her shoulder, warm to the touch despite the metal horseshoe covering it. "I thank you for bringing me this glad tiding of her survival. Perhaps you can tell me more of their stories?"

"I would be honoured." It was going to be unpleasant informing them of Bellerophon's untimely demise. Though, now that she knew that Pegasus hailed from this realm, their attempts to climb Mount Olympus took on a whole new meaning.

"Yes, I too would love to hear those stories." Princess Luna said. "Speaking of the Badlands, I have received some troubling news from the Realm of Dreams, Sister, which we must discuss." The earlier mirth was gone, replaced by a gravity befitting that of a ruler and a Goddess.

"Very well." Princess Celestia stepped back from Sappho. "Sappho of Lesbos, my assistant outside will show you to your room. Is there any special request you have?"

Sappho took a moment to think about it. "If I may be so bold," she said, feeling more comfortable speaking to these two Goddesses than she had when she'd first entered the throne room. "I am a poet in my homeland, and if papyrus and ink are not too valuable here, I would very much like to indulge in my craft."

"That will be no trouble," Princess Celestia. "In fact, should you compose something you are particularly proud of, I would very much like to hear it."

"As would I," Princess Luna added. "The arts have always been my domain."

"Thank you," Sappho said.

"Now then, I fear we truly must bid you good night." Princess Celestia stepped over towards her sister. "Welcome to Equestria, Sappho of Lesbos. Please try to enjoy your time here while we find a way to return you to your home. After all, opportunity lurks around every corner, if only you open your mind and heart to it."

With that clear dismissal, Sappho said one final word of thanks to both Princesses before leaving the throne room. As promised, Princess Celestia's assistant, Time Keeper, was waiting for her. After determining that she could subsist off of fruits and grains (but not hay or grass), along with confirming a few other details about how humans lived, he showed her to her room in the East Wing of the castle.

It was a modest chamber, a little smaller than her own room in her home, but it had all the comforts she was accustomed to and, by some unknown sorcery, a quill and several scrolls were already waiting for her.

She thanked Time Keeper and, as soon as he left her, collapsed gratefully onto the bed.

After the day she'd just had, Sappho expected Morpheus to carry her away to the Realm of Dreams immediately, but her mind couldn't stop racing with all the revelations she'd had forced on her today.

This place wasn't Mount Olympus, but it was hard not to think of it as such. In just a few hours, Sappho had borne witness to supernatural feats beyond mortal comprehension being performed as if it were nothing. She slept at the top of a mountain that dwarfed anything she'd ever seen before, in a land populated by creatures that existed only in stories.

Perhaps this was where the legendary heroes had found the monsters that they'd slain. It seemed that Bellerophon had found Pegasus here, after all.

Of course, none of this compared to meeting two Goddesses in the flesh. Princess Celestia was a humbling presence to stand before and, as with all gods, Sappho knew she could have struck her down without effort. And yet, Sappho sensed a benevolence within her, a kindness and determination to help her subjects that made Sappho much more at ease with her than she would have been with Apollo.

And then there was Princess Luna.

For a being that held dominion over the Moon and ruled a nation, she had little of the regality of her sister. She was powerful and beautiful and her presence was undeniable, but she also exuded a raw passion that was thrilling and terrifying. Sappho's mind flashed through all the stories of Artemis and her Hunt, and she could so easily picture the Equine Princess hunting the Aloadae in the dead of night.

Try as she might, she could not banish the memories of the Princess' supple frame, the way her curves melded into the darkness so tantalizingly. Every expression on her expressive face was etched into her mind, as was the majesty of that tapestry of stars that formed her ethereal mane. If she were an artist, she would want to commit her image to stone, or porcelain, or canvas, and she was sure that many had indeed done that and yet failed to capture her true splendour.

Her mind inflamed by her imagination, Sappho rolled out of bed and stumbled over towards the writing desk, her hands reaching for the quill.

It seemed that Artemis had answered her prayers after all, Sappho mused to herself as she unfurled one of the scrolls and dipped the quill into the pot of ink. The words came unbidden as Sappho wrote with passion for the first time in months...

Nay, but always and forever
Like the bending yellow grain,
Or quick water in a channel,
Is the heart of mare.

Comes the unseen breath in power
Like a great wind from the sea,
And we bow before her coming,
Though we know not why.

VII

"Good evening, Lady Sappho. Will you be requiring an escort tonight?"

"Thank you, Golden, but no." Sappho gave the guard a weak smile as she stepped out of her bedchamber. "I am only going to be walking around the castle."

"Can't sleep?" Golden Shield asked, resting his spear against the ground once again.

She shook her head. "Stargazer placed a slumber charm on me earlier today, so I doubt I shall be able to sleep at all tonight."

"You know, you really shouldn't just let those chalksuckers cast whatever spells they want on you." A disapproving frown formed on the normally-stoic guard's muzzle. "One of these days, you're going to find yourself turned into a frog. Or an orange."

Sappho shrugged. "If that is what it takes for them to discover the way to send me back, then that is what must be done."

"It's your funeral, I guess." Golden inclined his head politely towards Sappho. "Enjoy your evening, Lady Sappho."

Sappho continued on her way, reaching the main hallway of the East Wing. In the past week, she'd achieved a modicum of understanding on how to navigate this Labyrinth of a castle, or at least the areas that the public was allowed to wander about in.

By now, she barely caused a stir among the servants and guards going about their businesses. A few heads still turned to stare when they thought she wasn't looking, but strange new creatures were common enough in this realm that most had simply accepted her after a few days of excitement.

Still, the ponies that surrounded her as she passed from corridor to staircase and back to corridor were unwelcome reminders of how far from home she was. Each time a unicorn lit up their horn to pick up some mundane tool or a pegasus took to the skies to play among the clouds, Sappho's heart ached for what she had lost.

She needed to escape these walls before they could close in completely on her. Quickening her pace, she hurried through a hallway lined with stained glass windows depicting various heroic deeds performed by the Princesses, not even taking the time to admire them as she approached her destination.

Finally, after passing through more rooms that this castle had any right to possess, she reached a small wooden door, barely large enough for her to fit through.

It was a servant's entrance that she'd found by happenstance a few days ago, and was commonly left unlocked for ease of access for the gardeners and other labourers who didn't want to fiddle with a key while hauling something heavy.

Sappho opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. She had never seen the Royal Gardens under the moonlight before, but after beholding how the soft, muted colours of the flora blended together in the darkness, she knew she'd have to make a habit of it.

Since she'd discovered this place, Sappho had made the gardens her retreat from when she was overwhelmed by the wonders of this realm. The flowers and animals here were different, yet similar enough to those of her home to comfort her.

And today, more than any other day since she'd arrived in Equestria, she needed comfort.

However, it seemed she wasn't alone. The trailing notes that marked the end of a song drifted towards Sappho, delivered in a rich, melancholy tone. Sappho instinctively followed the sound as the voice piped up again in a lovely, wordless dirge, each rise and fall pressing against her heart like a vise.

Whoever was singing this midnight song was pouring her heart and soul into their craft, and she had to know who it was. The trees and blossoms and birds all faded into the background as every step brought her closer to that most wondrous expression of pure emotion.

Finally, she reached the entrance to the centre of the gardens. Taking cover behind a nearby tree, she discreetly peeked around its trunk, not wanting to disturb the source of the siren's song that had brought her here.

Sappho barely held back a gasp as she saw who it was.

Seated on a lone marble bench, Princess Luna held her head up towards the heavens as her mouth opened in heartfelt vocalization. The sadness that had pressed against her heart now threatened to crush Sappho as she beheld the stark beauty of the sight before her.

Princess Luna's eyes were closed, but her desolate expression still spoke volumes about her feelings. Sappho ached to reach out to her, to place her hand on that soft-looking fur of hers and tell her that all would be well. But of course, she could never be so presumptuous, and she could not bear to end that performance which was truly worthy of Divinity.

For a few moments, she simply stood in awe, locked in place by something not meant for mortal ears or eyes.

All too soon, however, the song ended, the last notes lingering in the air as a final reminder of what had been. Princess Luna's eyes opened, and Sappho quickly ducked back behind the tree.

"I know you are there."

Sappho froze, her breath caught in her throat as she dared not move a single muscle.

"There is no use in pretending, spy." The previous sadness had vanished from Princess Luna's tone, and she was every inch the stern royal demanding obedience. "Do not make me dislodge you, for I am not known for my gentleness."

Taking a deep, gasping breath, Sappho stepped out from behind the tree.

Princess Luna's eyes widened for a moment before a severe mask covered her face. "Oh, it is you."

Sappho bowed her head. "My sincerest apologies, Princess Luna. I did not intend to disturb you this night."

"And yet, that is exactly what you did." The princess let out a soft sigh. "No matter. 'Tis not as if I had an audience to disappoint." She patted the empty space on the seat next to her. "Come, Sappho of Lesbos, and sit, so that we may talk."

There was nothing for Sappho to do but obey. She was glad that summer had already begun, for the marble bench was cool to the touch. She felt a chill spread up her spine, but that was likely due to her proximity to the lunar goddess. This close, she could feel the warmth radiating from her coat despite positioning herself as far away as she could on the bench.

"I have only just returned from the Badlands," Luna said, "and have had little time to exchange pleasantries with my sister. Have you had many chances to speak with her yet?"

"We have met thrice since our first meeting, Princess," Sappho replied.

"And have you had any luck in finding a way home yet?"

"Not yet." Another pang of homesickness wracked her heart. "The Arcane Society has made it their first priority, however."

Princess Luna scoffed. "No doubt they saw a new phenomenon and are salivating over the prospect of being the first to study it. Still, I wish you best of luck. It is never easy to be separated from one's home."

"Thank you, Princess."

Luna frowned, glancing downwards at the space between them before sighing. "It is as I suspected. You fear me as well, Sappho of Lesbos."

"Princess?" Sappho's heart beat loudly in her chest as she gazed into the mournful eyes of Princess Luna.

"Leave me, if you wish," the princess said abruptly. "You have done no wrong, and I will not keep you here if that is not what you desire."

Anyone with a modicum of sense would have immediately left her alone. Princess Luna clearly didn't want Sappho here, and every moment with the mercurial goddess was another chance that she would cause offence and suffer the same fate as Arachne or Medusa.

And yet, in that moment, Princess Luna looked to be a mare of contradictions. Power flooded from her lithe frame, and an otherworldly light shone in her eyes, a hint of something beyond mortal comprehension.

But it also shone with a sadness that could not be comprehended by one so young as Sappho, and memories of the keen loneliness that had permeated every note of the goddess' song danced about in her head.

Yes, Princess Luna was powerful, and Sappho had no doubt that she could and would smite her before Sappho even knew how she had offended her. But she was also in pain, and needed someone to be with her. Sappho knew that feeling that all too well, now.

Steeling herself, she made her choice.

"I do not wish to return to my room yet, Princess." Sappho bowed her head in a show of deference. "If it is not an imposition, I should very much like to continue enjoying this garden."

She spared a glance upwards at Princess Luna, and saw her eyes widen in surprise. "Why?" she asked bluntly, schooling her features into a poor imitation of her sister's mask of detachment. "I can sense the fear within you. You cannot deny that."

"I do not, Princess," Sappho replied. "It is right to fear you."

"Is that truly what you believe?" The Princess sounded hurt, of all things. "I had hoped, since you were not of this realm..." she trailed off awkwardly, leaving behind a silence that she seemed to expect Sappho to fill.

"Of course," Sappho replied. "You are the Goddess of the Moon. You wield the same power that Artemis does in my realm."

"Tell me of this Artemis," Princess Luna said. "It has been many a century since Bellerophon spoke of those which you call gods."

"Artemis is the Goddess of the Moon, and of the Hunt, and many other things." Sappho tried to remember all the stories she had heard. "She has tamed and hunted nearly every type of wild beast, and her skill with bow and arrow is without peer. Each night, she also drives the chariot containing the Moon across the skies."

Princess Luna raised an eyebrow. "That sounds most exhausting," she declared. "I am glad to have my magic to take care of the matter from the ground."

"It is not my place to question the will of the gods," Sappho replied.

"Is your Moon Goddess such a tyrant that you fear to speak out against her?"

"Artemis is quick to anger, like all of the gods," Sappho explained. "It is wise not to offend her. Adonis once boasted that he was a better hunter than her, and she sent one of her wild boars to kill him. Actaeon saw her bathing in the nude, and she had him turned into a stag and torn apart by her hunting dogs."

Princess Luna's face twisted in disgust. "And you worship such a cruel ruler?"

Sappho shrugged. "We dare not risk her ire. By our sacrifices is she appeased, and she has taken many a maiden into her safekeeping."

The disgust did not leave her expression. "Oh, she likes maidens as well? I did not realize she was depraved in that way."

"What? No!" Sappho sputtered, a blush forming on her cheeks. "She would never do that! Artemis is the Virgin Goddess, and values her own chastity so greatly that she asked her father Zeus to make her forever a virgin."

A snort escaped from Luna, to the surprise of Sappho. "I suppose that is as good an explanation as any. And now I've found an immortal more worthy of pity than myself."

"I do not understand," Sappho said carefully. "You are great, and possess both power and rulership over your kingdom. I can think of no one less pitiable in this realm."

Princess Luna barked a harsh laugh. "What about my sister?"

"She is your equal, no?" That had been what Princess Celestia had said, and the twin thrones in the Castle spoke truth to that.

"'Separate but equal,' I believe our compact says." Princess Luna scoffed. "With my sister, 'first among equals' would be more apt. She is the one beloved in all the realm."

"I am certain that the ponies of Equestria love you as well." Sappho knew she had made a mistake as soon she said the words, and Princess Luna's eyes narrowed at her.

"Do not seek to patronize me, Sappho of Lesbos," she growled. "You have stayed in the Castle long enough to know that the ponies all speak my sister's name with reverence, and wish only to please her. Meanwhile, if my name is spoken at all it is done so in a whisper, to ask how they might placate me.

Her voice rose, and Sappho felt like a doe caught in the sights of a lion. "When I went to the Badlands to investigate rumours of a plan to breach Tartarus, I was reminded that I could only be heard if I resorted to force or threats of violence. I am little more than the Kingdom's attack dog, a rabid hound used to cow our neighbours. Am I so wrong to wish for the same respect afforded to my sister?"

Sappho knew the question was not meant to be answered, that the Princess was simply raging at her misfortune. She was but a mortal, and a goddess like her had no need of her wisdom.

And yet.

She could not simply stand by while this mare tormented herself, no matter their difference in status. The risk was great, but her duty to help another was greater.

"You are not your sister, Princess." With luck, both realms would share the same afterlife, and she would be reunited with her family in Hades' realm after Sappho was struck down for speaking out of turn. "It would be foolish to reach for what she has, instead of nurturing what you possess."

"What do you mean?" Princess Luna sounded more curious than offended, a good sign for Sappho's continued health.

"In my realm, Artemis is not Apollo," she said, her voice growing stronger as she felt the fires of her heart growing hotter with blood. "And none would wish her to be. Apollo is the God of the Sun, of music and healing and prophecy. I myself have made offerings to him for inspiration, for he is also the God of Poetry and has influence with the Muses.

"He delights in the Law, and in the founding of new cities. He builds and defends and we worship him as a shepherd and as a pillar of Order. He is known for his many lovers, for there are many who love him.

"And yet, though he is the Sun, he is also cold. He is like stone in his unyielding devotion to the Law, and Mercy finds no succour in his heart. I sometimes wonder why he is the God of Poets when he seems to lack the passion that drives their craft." Sappho paused for a moment to ensure that she would not be struck down for speaking ill of the Sun God. "Though we love him, we can only but see him as a Father to us all."

Princess Luna leaned in closer, curiosity dancing in her eyes, which now looked much younger than they had before. "And what of Artemis?" she asked.

"As Apollo is as the unchanging Sun, so is Artemis like the inconstant Moon." Sappho looked upwards and saw the crescent Moon shining its light down on them, illuminating the symbol that bore its likeness on Princess Luna's shapely flank. "When night falls, her hunt begins.

"She is wild and, though she has never known the touch of a man, she possesses a passion that burns with quicksilver fluidity. She is jealous and prone to fits of wrath, yet also capable of much love.

"When her hunting companion Orion was killed, she placed him in the stars to remember him by." Princess Luna's eyes widened at that, and for a moment she looked older than the mountains once again. Still, she said nothing, which Sappho took as permission to continue.

"We celebrate her warrior spirit and give offerings to her before battle. Many tales are told of the men who tried to claim her, and how she killed them for their insolence. Maidens from across the land seek her protection, and woe befalls those who harm those under her care."

A butterfly landed on Princess Luna's back, and the Princess was so still that it was not disturbed, it's wings flapping to show a pair of eyes etched onto their membrane. Sappho forced herself to ignore the entrancing sight and continue her speech.

"Unto Artemis do we give our maidens, and unto Apollo our women. We do not thank Artemis when a skilled bard graces us with his presence, nor do we pray to Apollo when our hunters go out to hunt."

Sappho smiled hesitantly. "Princess Celestia said that your domain was the Night, and all the activities that took place under the cover of darkness. Love and passion and dreams and art and music. And poetry.

"Perhaps the ponies will never come to ask you for aid with their crops, or seek your counsel in matters of statecraft, but surely the warriors can look to you for courage in battle, for you fight that which they could not hope to defeat. As the Mistress of Dreams, you are capable of inspiring ponies across the land, to be their Muse and inflame their passions.

"Perhaps you shall never receive an offering of bay laurel or barley at Delphi, but I would also never give unto Apollo round cakes inscribed with the symbol of the Moon." Sappho stared into Princess Luna's deep blue eyes as she finished speaking, trying to read the mare's reaction.

For a moment, she could see nothing, and nothing was said. Then, just as she began to worry that she had overstepped, the Princess smiled. "You are wise for one so young," she finally said. "In the many centuries of my rule, I have forgotten why I took upon the mantle of the Moon for mine own."

The Princess leapt from the bench, standing proud and tall in the pale moonlight. "Let Celestia be the virgin mother to her ponies," she declared, her voice echoing out into the dark night. "I am Princess Luna, Mistress of Dreams, Warden of the Everfree, the Speaker of Passion, and..." she trailed off, a sheepish expression on her face. "It seems that in these many centuries, I have also forgotten some of the titles granted unto me."

A giggle escaped from Sappho's lips before she could contain it. She looked to see if the Princess had noticed, and found her smiling with mirth as well. "My tutors used to scold me for forgetting the many names of the gods," Sappho said. "I see I am not the only one afflicted with such troubles."

"Speak not to me of tutors and lessons," the Princess replied with mock sternness. "Five hundred years, and I still cannot rid myself of those memories."

Sappho's giggles turned into a full laugh as the Princess made a show of shuddering, shaking her graceful body every which way. Princess Luna quickly joined in, and for a few moments mortal and goddess revelled in the singular pleasure that could only come from a release of great tension, the sounds of their joy punctuated by the soft chirping of birds in the distance.

When the last of their humour subsided, Princess Luna turned to face Sappho, her eyes still alight with silent laughter. "Thank you, Sappho of Lesbos," she said, bowing her head slightly towards her. "It has been many a year since I have had someone to speak my heart to who is not my sister, and who can impart wisdom that I should never have forgotten."

"I am honoured, Princess," Sappho replied, returning the bow.

Princess Luna shook her head. "Nay, do not address me as such. Call me Luna. You have earned that right, and more."

"I—" Sappho's first reaction was to reject the command, to insist that an immortal of her status should never be addressed like a commoner.

But then, she remembered that haunting dirge Princess Luna had sung when she thought no one else had been present, how it had filled her heart with such crushing loneliness that she could scarce breathe. And now, time and time again, she had seen that Princess Luna was just as much a mare as she was something more.

"Thank you, Luna," she said with a hesitant smile. "And please, call me Sappho."

"Very well, Sappho." Luna shook her hooves out as her wings furled and unfurled. "Now then, I have spent far too much time wallowing and sitting on this bench. Stillness does not suit me. Pray tell, have you ever patronized this garden before?"

"Only during the daytime," Sappho admitted.

"Then you are truly in for a treat," Luna said, gesturing towards her. "Come, let me show you the wonders of the night."

With a spring in her step, Sappho got to her feet, walking over towards Luna. The mare pointed towards a cluster of black buds bunched up in one corner of the clearing. "The hour of midnight approaches," she said, excitement tingeing her voice. "Watch."

Sappho did as instructed and, a few seconds later, stared in wonder as the buds began to open, blossoming to show delicate violet petals that faced towards the moon. "Incredible," she whispered. "What sorcery is this?"

"Sometimes, the most wondrous of feats are not accomplished by magic, and are all the more wondrous for it," Luna said, her hoof reaching out to gently stroke the petals. The silver metal of her horseshoe pressed against the spongy blossom, tracing soft creases against it. "The harsh light of day smothers beauties like this, which bloom only under the light of the moon."

"They're beautiful," Sappho said, eyes riveted on the caring display before her. "What are they called?"

A faint blush coloured Luna's cheeks. "Princesses of the Night," she murmured. "I swear to you, they possessed this name before I gained my title."

A grin tugged at Sappho's lips. "So does that mean your title comes from a flower?" she asked teasingly.

"I—come now, there are many other wonders I wish to show you in this garden." Luna turned away from the flowers and began walking towards one of the trees.

"It is a very beautiful flower," Sappho allowed. "I would be honoured to share a name with them."

Luna stopped in her tracks for a moment before she continued on as if Sappho hadn't said anything. "Enough about me," she finally said as they reached the other side of the clearing. "How have you enjoyed your time as our guest here in Equestria?"

"I—" the ache in her heart that had urged her to come to this garden returned, pinpricks on her chest that stopped her breath in her throat. "Yes, Luna," she finally said. "Everyone—Everypony has been most gracious to me."

"I see." Luna paused, forcing Sappho to stop as well. "Though I may have been blind as to the nature of mine own plight, I am still the Mistress of Dreams, and I know better than most how to divine when someone is hiding their true feelings."

The princess turned around to face Sappho, her sharp eyes filled with compassion as she spoke. "I laid all my troubles at your feet, and you comforted me when most would have fled. Allow me to do the same."

Sappho let out a great sigh. "Today is Larichus' birthday," she said, the name bringing back a multitude of fond memories. "Or it would be, if time flowed the same way in this realm. He should be turning sixteen. My youngest brother, and already he makes his family proud."

She smiled sadly. "Did you know that he was chosen to pour wine at the town hall of Mytilene? Where I am from, it is considered a great honour. I miss him so, as I miss all my family."

"I cannot imagine what it must be like to be parted from them," Luna said, "and trapped in a realm so alien to yours as well. Has there been any progress in returning you to your world?"

"The scholars in the Castle's employ have discovered some sort of novel magic entwined with my spirit, but they do not know if that is the cause of me being sent here, or how it might lead me home." Sappho kicked absentmindedly at the ground, stirring up a handful of leaves. She watched them drift back downwards with a critical eye, as if trying to divine some meaning from how they fell.

"I have prayed every night to the gods to send me back, but I fear they will not act." Sappho barked out a harsh laugh. "Perhaps this is Artemis teaching me a lesson for turning to her in matters of the arts. After all, she did, in the end, fulfil my prayers. I have written a new poem every night since my arrival, and each day my mind races with fires of imagination. This world of wonders has done its part in giving me subjects to write about."

"I have yet to find the opportunity to read your writings," Luna said. "Would you be willing to share a poem with me now?"

Sappho considered the request for a moment. "There is one that I wrote the night I came here, about you."

"Me?" Luna's eyes widened.

"You are the Princess of the Night," Sappho said simply. "No doubt there are countless verses written about every aspect of you. You cannot deny that you are a figure of inspiration."

"No, I suppose not." A smile returned to Luna's face, and Sappho took some measure of comfort in bringing her joy. "Well then, I would be honoured to hear it."

Sappho took a deep breath, and began to speak: "Nay, but always and forever..."

Sappho recited the poem that she had written while struck speechless by her first meeting with Luna. As she spoke each word, she stared deep into Luna's eyes, watching her carefully to see her reaction. In truth, she did not know what to expect, nor what to hope for. She simply wanted to share a measure of her perspective on the Princess.

Luna kept her features neutral as she listened, but Sappho could see true appreciation in her eyes as she spoke, and her head nodded ever so slightly along with the rhythm of her speech. Arrogant as might seem to claim, Sappho had captivated her audience, and her heart soared at the knowledge as she finished the last line of her work.

There was silence for a moment as Luna returned to her present surroundings. "It is true that many poems have been written about me in these many centuries," she said slowly, "but few have ever moved me so, and none in living memory have wielded words as an instrument as you have."

And then, to Sappho's intense surprise, she began to stomp her hooves on the ground in a gesture that Sappho recognized as equivalent to applause. Warmth spread out through her mind, body, and soul as she basked in the Princess' praise. "I am glad you enjoyed it," she finally said, careful to keep her tone humble. Though she didn't fear punishment for hubris as she might have with one her gods, she still did not wish to be seen as arrogant before Luna.

"Indeed I did, Sappho," Luna replied, setting off again towards the winding garden paths that she had been heading towards before. "Though, I must ask: have you considered setting your verses to music? As beautiful as your recitation is now, I can but imagine the experience of performing it as song."

"I have no skill in singing," Sappho admitted, following behind her and taking in the enchanting sights of the gardens at night while she spoke. "Would that I had a voice like yours; it would not matter what words I used, for people would flock to listen regardless."

Luna took the compliment in stride. "I did not gain the arts as my domain by chance," she said simply. "Perhaps I shall give the idea of turning your poetry into performance some further thought, if that would not be too presumptuous. It has been far too long since I have had a chance to compose a new song, and even longer since I have sung for any other than myself."

"I would be honoured beyond words, Luna." A cool breeze blew past them, and Sappho shivered, pulling her clothing around her tighter. "It would be a great boon for me as well, as I have neither husband nor brother nor father to promote my works."

Luna raised a quizzical eyebrow at that. "Though I would be glad to share your works with the world, why would you need another to do what you are capable of?"

Had she forgotten the obvious? "I'm a woman."

"Equestria is home to all manner to speaking creatures," Luna said, still confused. "Perhaps you will face some resistance in the outer cities for not being a pony, but here in Canterlot such things are not a hindrance, especially since your kind has no political dealings with us."

Sappho could only stare dumbly at Luna. She didn't think Luna was being deliberately ignorant here. "A woman, or mare, needs her male guardian to support her, and to handle matters of finance and promotion," she explained slowly. "It is doubtful that I will marry here, as I have no title or dowry in this realm, and my family is not present." Another cut at her heart. Oh, how she missed her brothers.

"Are you saying that you never learned how to manage an estate?" Luna asked. "Celestia mentioned that you were of noble blood."

"Of course not," Sappho replied. "That is a man's duty. A woman cares for the household, and produces children to further the family line." Was Luna really this sheltered from the ways of the world because of her domain of rulership?

"I hardly see how managing finances is something only a male can do."

"It is the men who own property; thus, it is the men who should tend to it, no?" Sappho countered.

"And what of women who own property in your realm, what then?"

"Women cannot own property. That violates the natural law."

Realization flashed in Luna's eyes, and Sappho relaxed in the knowledge that she'd educated the Princess on matters of law.

Except, instead of acceptance, Luna's lips curled into a snarl. "How absolutely barbaric," she growled. "I have not heard of such disgraceful practices in centuries. How are women supposed to engage in trade, to enter into contracts and conduct matters of state, if they cannot own property?"

"Why would a woman do any of those things when she has a man to do it for her?"

"Why would a woman bind herself entirely to a man's whims?" Luna countered.

"Because men are much more suited to such tasks than women," Sappho replied. "Women lack the wit and strength for trade and battle and politics, and require a guardian to provide for them."

A dangerous gleam flashed in Luna's eyes. "Do you think that I or my sister are incapable of running this nation, then?"

"Of course not." Sappho took an instinctive step back away from the Princess of the Night. "But the gods have always been greater than us mortals, unbound by that which limits our abilities."

"Hmmph, perhaps that is what Nature dictates in your world, but here, mares and stallions are no different in ability. Any mare my join the Guard should she prove capable, and many stallions choose to tend to the household while their wives ply their trade."

"Truly?" It should not have been that surprising, she supposed. In this land of the gods, why should mortal restrictions hold?

"Did you not notice the mares and stallions going about their work in the Castle?" Luna asked.

"I believed the mares to be servants employed alongside their husbands by the Princess. There are sometimes allowances made in such cases."

"I see. Well, I assure you, your gender will be no bar to your ambitions in this land, though your species may prove difficult outside of Canterlot or the Capital. Expand your horizons, Sappho, and you may find yourself more capable than you expect. After all, you have adapted to this new world faster than most would have." A fond smile graced Luna's expression, her eyes growing distant. "Bellerophon spent nearly a month convinced he was suffering from a fever dream."

Sappho returned the smile from one of her own. "In truth, there are enough wonders here to distract me from home most of the time. And I knew that I would one day be separated from my family once I married. I just didn't expect the separation to be so soon, or to leave me with no way to see them again."

"Do not lose hope," Luna said, raising a wing to stroke her face. It was soft and warm, like a caress from a blanket that had been slept on. "We will find a way to return you home. None can match the intellect of the scholars in our employ. Until then, I would be gladdened to keep you company. Having a friend can aid in banishing the loneliness for a time."

"F—Friends?" the word was stammered out as Sappho struggled to believe what she had heard.

Luna's ears wilted slightly in response. "Only if you wish it so," she said hastily. "I would not wish to impose upon you. But, if you would have me, I would very much like to speak with you again, to learn more about your home and to share in your stories."

Less than an hour ago, Sappho would never have believed it possible that she would become friends with a goddess. Now, when she stopped to think about it, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

"I would be honoured to accept your friendship," she said, bowing her head towards Luna.

And thus did she embark on a new adventure with the Princess of the Night — her friend. Luna led her on a tour through the gardens, showing Sappho new sights and spectacles impossible to glimpse during the day. They shared stories of writing and music and art and, as they stood around a bed of oleanders, Sappho promised to show Luna her other poems in return for a private performance of her singing.

Alas, Luna had other duties to attend to, and with a final farewell and a promise to meet again, Sappho left the garden and returned to her room. Her heart still ached with longing for her home in Mytilene, but now that she had a friend, the pain seemed much more bearable.

Before she climbed into bed to eke out what scant hours of sleep were remaining for her, she reached for her quill and parchment, and began to weave a tapestry of words once again.

Sleep thou in the bosom
Of the tender comrade,
While the living water
Whispers in the well-run,
And the oleanders
Glimmer in the moonlight.

Soon, ah, soon the shy birds
Will be at their fluting,
And the morning planet
Rise above the garden;
For there is a measure
Set to all things mortal.

XXVII

If she lived to be as old as the Princesses themselves, Sappho would still never tire of hearing Luna sing.

"...Set to all things mortal..."

The rest of the crowd seemed to think the same. Thunderous applause filled the amphitheatre as the Princess of the Night let her melodic voice drift into silence. It took nearly a minute before she could speak again.

"Thank you, everypony," she said, no hint of hesitation or nervousness in her voice. "I am glad you enjoyed the performance, and I would like to give my sincere thanks to Lady Sappho of Lesbos for penning these masterful lyrics. The power of this song would be aimless but for the wit of her words. Sappho, please, step onto the stage so that you may be recognized."

Sappho was prepared for this moment. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she ignored the rapid beating of her heart and joined her friend in facing the crowd of thousands of ponies who had come here to hear the Princess perform for the first time in decades.

The spectators hushed as they beheld this strange creature. Though enough time had passed for word to spread of her residency at the Castle, few had actually seen "the human" with their own eyes. Of course, none dared speak openly against her, not when she stood beside the Princess of the Night.

"Sappho of Lesbos." Much to her surprise, Luna bowed towards her, a gesture that was completely off-script. "Since you arrived here in Equestria, you have helped me rekindle my love for the arts, and reminded me of my duties as the Princess of all creative endeavours. This year's Festival of Mistmane has brought together more artists and patrons of the arts than ever before, and it is no coincidence that this outpouring came about after you dropped in on the Day Court that fateful day.

"Thank you, Sappho, for all your service to the Crown, and I hope we can all prove to you that Equestria is truly the most beautiful nation in all the realms."

There was a smattering of polite clapping as ponies struggled to divine the correct response to the Princess' words.

As for Sappho, there was only one thing to say. "There is no need for more proof." Speaking from the heart quelled the fear that had dwelled within it, as did focusing her attention on Luna's deep blue eyes. "Every day, I am blessed to witness sights and sounds beyond mortal brilliance. I am truly honoured by your patronage, and I can never repay the hospitality that you have granted me. There is none more deserving of praise and love than you, and I think the ponies here would agree, no?"

That was an easy question for them to answer. If the applause before had been as thunder from the heavens, then this one could shake both Mount Olympus and Tartarus with its defining roar. Even Luna was taken aback by the reaction, and Sappho took the opportunity to lean in and whisper, "I believe you owe me ten bits for our wager, Princess. I doubt that even Princess Celestia received such an ovation at the Summer Sun Celebration last week."

Luna was quick to recover. "Do you truly wish to test me here, Sappho of Lesbos?" she asked with mock sternness. "The crowds will not lift a hoof to save you."

Sappho quickly pulled back, knowing that the playful princess was not above making a scene to embarrass her. The incident in the hallway several days prior had proved that. Sappho still got the occasional odd stares from the staff whenever she stared too long at a piece of tapestry on the wall.

After that, there was the usual speech from Luna welcoming everyone to the Festival, and thanking them for their attendance and contributions. A few more rounds of subdued applause later, Luna bid them all farewell to enjoy the rest of the exhibits before leaving through the back exit with Sappho in tow.

"I do not see how my sister can partake in such performances each and every day," Luna said as soon as they were out of the public eye. She leaned against a wall as her head sagged, and even her billowing mane seemed to droop.

"You were marvellous, Luna," Sappho quickly assured her. "I daresay ponies will be talking about your enchanting voice for centuries to come, and you have likely inspired a score of artists and poets to try and describe their experience today."

A metal-clad hoof waved off her praise. "Not that. I meant the speeches and the greeting of the organizers and the incessant smiling that is required of me at these events. In truth, had you not been keeping me company, I would likely have fled after the song."

"If you are not too drained, there is still the entirety of the Festival to enjoy," Sappho said. "I would rather experience it by your side, as my guards are unfortunately not connoisseurs of the arts."

That perked her up. "I would not miss it for the world. Come, let us away to the Square to see the rest of the festivities."

It was a short walk from the amphitheatre to Mistmane Square, where the festival that bore her name was being held. On the way, the odd pair of human and pony princess discussed the various artists whose works would be unveiled today, and which of them they were most eager to see.

Only three weeks ago, the idea of walking side by side with a Princess as her companion would have been ludicrous to Sappho. And yet, in the time since they'd shared their hopes and fears with each other in the gardens, they had grown to be fast friends, with Luna always finding some time out of her schedule to spend with her in the Castle.

Though Sappho had already been given a tour of her temporary home on arrival, Luna possessed a perspective that none of the servants could ever hope to gain, and the skill of a seasoned bard in conveying that perspective. Sappho had been graced with stories both mundane and divine about everything from a vase chipped during a game of discus throwing between the princesses in the hallways to an epic battle between the griffons and the Arimaspi.

"You've grown quiet again." Sappho turned to see Luna eyeing her curiously, ignoring the rest of the crowd who were staring at them. "Does something trouble your mind?"

"Quite the opposite," she replied. "I am overcome by my good fortune. In my realm, those who cavort with the gods rarely meet good fates, and yet, with you, I have found a happiness that I did not know I could feel so far from my home. Though I have done nothing worthy of legend, I am graced with your friendship."

Luna smiled. "I have no need for a hero; I can fight my own battles well enough. A friend, though, that is not something I have had in over a century, and something I cannot provide for myself."

They were approaching the main square now, and crowds were getting thicker, but they still parted to let their Princess through. "Sometimes I wonder about those gods of yours," Luna continued without paying any mind to the ponies around her. "Every story you tell me of them only deal with their scheming and their dealings with those who would use or serve them for glory. Very few of them seem to have friends, and even those seem to meet tragic ends. It must be a lonely existence, to be a god in your world."

"I never considered that," Sappho mused. "I suppose the gods are more like us than we would like to think." A quiet chuckle sounded from her throat. "I never thought I would be speaking such blasphemies so freely one day. They would have had my tongue for it in Mytilene."

"Well, maybe your world needs more brave souls like you to remind the gods that they still feel as mortals do."

"Perhaps. I would like to show you my home one day, if it be the will of my gods." A marble statue of an aged pony loomed ahead, and Sappho couldn't help but be reminded of the alicorn statue in Artemis' temple that had been her last sight before being transported to Equestria.

"I spoke to Star Bright last night," Luna said. "They told me that they had discovered that the magic clinging to you is a form of Veil Magic, and was likely responsible for bringing you to this realm."

"I know," Sappho replied. "I also know that they have no idea as to the origins of this magic, nor can they trace it back to my realm, and as such, they cannot send me back." She forced a smile onto her face. "Do not trouble yourself with my plight, Luna. I am content here, now that I have you as my friend and an audience for my works." Odd how it felt easier and easier to speak those words with each passing day. She was scarce certain that they were still a lie.

"Very well, but we will find a way to reunite you with your family one day."

"I know." Sappho acknowledged the solemn vow with equal respect before smiling. "Now, let us not speak of such dour matters. We have a festival to enjoy!"

"Of course." Luna turned towards one corner of the square. "Ah, I believe Cross Stitch is presenting her latest tapestry over there. Shall we see what story she's woven this time?"

The pair walked over to a stall where an Earth Pony mare had a wooden frame covered by a tarp. Her eyes lit up as she beheld them. "Princess Luna!" she exclaimed, bowing deeply. "I am honoured to be in your presence. Have you come to see my latest creation?"

"I have." Luna inclined her head towards the tarp. "Would you be so kind as to grace us with the beauty of your work?"

"It would be my pleasure, Princess." Cross Stitch reached up and pulled down the rough covering, revealing a vision of colour and grandeur. Across a field of green thread, six ponies — two from each tribe — stood around a heart of blue fabric in two sets of three. Though it was but woven cloth, Sappho could feel the power and warmth emanating from the heart at is stood fast against the encroaching fields of icy white snow and the ethereal horselike creatures whose blue colours wove in and out of the white tapestry.

"Marvelous as always," Luna commented as her eyes roved across the entire scene. "I see you've dug further back in time, to the beginnings of our great nation. The Founders would have been honoured at your dedication to your craft. You have done them proud in showing them what this great nation can achieve."

"I thank you, princess." Cross Stitch gave a nervous chuckle. "In truth, I was worried when I couldn't make the alterations in time..."

"Alterations?" Luna cut in as Cross Stitch trailed off. "I think it's perfect as it is."

"I am glad." Cross Stitch bowed low. "I believed that you would appreciate the artistic integrity of the Founding over what the others did."

"The others?" It was really quite adorable how her head tilted in confusion, an altogether very human gesture.

"Have you not seen the other works of art at the festival, Princess?"

"I have not. You are the first, for I have known you and your work for many years, and was eager to see what you had created."

"I— I am honoured, princess." It seemed that praise had finally broken through Cross Stitch's mask of calmness as she stammered back her response, her body both shrinking in on itself even as she lit up with joy. "Please, I hope you enjoy the rest of the festival."

"I intend to. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world, Cross Stitch, and I shall look forward to the masterpieces you shall create in the future." Princess Luna and Cross Stitch exchanged farewells before she and Sappho took their leave.

Sappho turned to Luna. "That was odd in the end," she commented as they moved on to the next stall.

"Quite," Luna agreed. "I wonder what was the matter with her."

Sappho shrugged. "I suppose you can ask her afterwards."

Luna nodded. "Now, I believe the next pony on our journey of the arts is Stone Pose, and I am very much eager to see what masterpiece he has created this time. His skills at statuary are beyond compare, and each creation of his is an exercise in lifelike detail."

They reached the stall, where a unicorn stallion with a chisel Cutie Mark was waiting for them. "Ah, Princess Luna," he said. "So wonderful to see you. Have you come to marvel at my newest creation?"

"Of course, Stone Pose." Luna gestured towards the covered statue. "Let us see what you have created for us today this fine day."

"Behold, The Raising of the Moon!"

As was unusual in this realm, the earth did not shake either literally or figuratively as the statue of an alicorn mare rearing up was unveiled. Sappho could clearly see that it was a skilled depiction of the Princess of the Night, and silently commended Stone Pose on his skill at rendering her ethereal mane in marble to look like it was actually flowing.

Still, despite the clear expertise that had gone into the statue, Sappho didn't feel particularly moved to tears at its beauty. And further examination revealed that the smaller "gems" on her peytral were, even to Sappho's untrained eyes, rather crude for the work of a master sculptor.

From the expression on Luna's face, she too was underwhelmed by the statue. After a few moments of wordless staring, Stone Pose began to shift uncomfortably on his hooves. "Ah, well, it could use some touching up, I suppose," he said, unable to look the Princess in the eyes.

Luna gave him an awkward smile. "I look forward to seeing this statue in all its glory. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go see what other wonders await me here." She backed off quickly, Sappho following on her heels.

The next exhibit was a painting of Luna. And, like the statue they had just passed, it too lacked the finishing touches that the paintings in the Castle possessed. Oddly enough, the background of soft white lilies and oak trees had far more detail than Luna herself, who was reclining on a seat that she seemed to be nearly hovering over. While the painting had been created with masterful skill, it was obvious that something about it had not quite gone right for the artist.

"This is very odd," Luna commented after as they stood in front of yet another exhibit featuring Luna, this time carved onto a vase that had an obvious crack on it.

"Forgive the damage to the vase, Princess," the unicorn mare standing next to it said quickly. "We had some trouble moving it here on such short notice."

"Short notice?" Luna raised an eyebrow. "The date of the festival is the same every year."

"I— I mean, there was a confusion at the last moment, and we had packed the wrong vase," she hastily corrected.

"I see. Well, you have done excellent work, and such imperfections only show that the work is genuine, for life itself is never without hardship."

"Y-Yes, of course. Thank you, Princes." It was getting painfully awkward, and Sappho was just about to make some excuse to leave when Luna said her perfunctory farewells and continued their journey.

The next exhibit was a statue by yet another famed sculptor. "You've noticed it too, yes?" Luna asked Sappho as they crossed the street to reach it.

"That the past three exhibits have featured you, and all of them seem... as if they are not the artist's best work?" Sappho had seen her fair share of art created without passion, had done it herself enough times to recognize it in another.

"I can assure you, I was not so popular at last year's festival, which I did not attend." For the first time in weeks, Sappho couldn't read Luna's emotions. "I wonder..."

"Ah, Princess, your presence honours me!"

"Thank you..." Luna quickly glanced at the name on the display. "...Chisel Chip." She turned towards the statue of herself curled up in a sitting position and staring up at the skies. "You have created something beautiful here."

"I call it, 'Reflections at Midnight,' in honour of your glorious self."

"I see." Luna walked closer to observe the statue, and Sappho followed suit, beginning to feel like an attendant or a priestess following her goddess. The Lunar Princess leaned down to examine the flank of her statue, an amusing gesture that Sappho would have to remember to tease her about later.

Her mirth stilled as Luna frowned. "Sappho, would you please take a look at this?"

"Of course, Princess." They were in public now, and it was expected that Sappho would use her title. She did as instructed, peering at the stone flank emblazoned with the mark of the crescent moon. "What should I be looking for?"

"Look at the cutie mark. See how the crescent moon was once a full circle?" Indeed, though it had been mostly chiselled off, it was clear that there was a deepening on the stone that completed the circuit of the crescent moon.

"And look here." Luna pointed at the shadows surrounding in the cutie mark. "You can see the faintest hint of rays cast out by the circle." Again, Sappho nearly had to touch the statue with her forehead to see it, but the darkened lines were present as Luna had described.

Luna's eyes narrowed as she turned to face Chisel Chip, who was beginning to sweat under her examination. "The cutie mark was once the Sun, wasn't it?" she asked, though it wasn't really a question so much as a statement of fact.

With that, Chisel Chip threw himself on the floor, prostrating himself before the Princess. "Forgive me, Princess Luna," he pleaded. "I did not have enough time to create something new, so I altered the piece I was going to bring to the festival."

"Rise, Chisel Chip." The pony in question nearly jumped back onto his hooves at the command. "Tell me, why did you not simply leave the statue as it was? Celestia is an inspiration to us all, and deserves to be remembered in art as well."

"But Bas Relief said..." he trailed off, but Luna pressed her interrogation.

"Yes? Has there been some rumour spreading here like a plague?"

"He said that everypony had to have at least one work depicting you!" Chisel Ship exclaimed. "He said that if we wanted our work to be recognized it had to include you!"

Luna started at that, he eyes going wide. "W— What?" She shook her head. "That is preposterous. I am the Princess of the Arts, and I look favourably upon any work that displays passions and skill."

"But everypony was saying—"

"You should not go to the crowd for knowledge," Luna admonished. "Now then, I do not know if this statue can be salvaged, but I believe that it can be much more than it is. If you do decide to create something worth presenting, I would be glad to see it next year."

With that, Luna took her leave, still grumbling under her breath. "Where do our ponies even get such foolish notions?"

"Can you blame them?" Sappho asked. "It is the first time you have graced their festival in living memory. If Artemis or Apollo were to visit Lesbos, we would have every artisan on the island working day and night to create offerings to them. The ponies here love you, and they want to show you that love in any way they can."

Luna snorted. "Or they are sycophants who only desire my favour and blessing."

Sappho shrugged. "I choose to believe that they are genuine, for surely others must see what I see in you, and would wish to worship at your hooves."

A blush crept up on Luna's cheeks before she hid it with a shake of her head and a scoff. "You are wonderfully naive at times, Sappho of Lesbos. Never lose touch of that goodness in your heart."

"You flatter me, Luna."

"I speak only truth gained from centuries of experience." Luna looked up as they approached the next stall. "Oh, most joyous of joys," she said, deadpan. "Another portrait of myself hastily assembled at the last moment."

The next five displays they visited did indeed feature Luna as their main focus. To Sappho, it was comical how some of them had clearly altered an existing work to fit the Princess in. From a painting that was clearly supposed to be Celestia sunbathing changed to be Luna enjoying the Summer Sun, to a vase depicting what had once been a unicorn that had gained wings hastily etched onto her sides. Sappho found her mood lightening with each absurd sight.

"I cannot believe he painted you in the skies above Princess Platinum's coronation," Sappho said, giggling. Even she knew enough of Equestrian history to know that Luna had not yet been born for that event.

"I shall admit, it was amusing to see Base Coat trying to justify my presence as a metaphor the legacy of Equestria she would leave behind. I do not think I have seen such prevarications since I caught Lady Bluebelle stealing the Crown Jewels from the Treasury." Luna seemed to finally have tired of her grumpiness, allowing a small, indulgent smile to rest on her face. "In more hopeful news, Base Coat said that this next exhibit did not feature me. It will be a relief not to have to look at another facsimile of myself."

They reached the next stall, where a large painting sat on an easel. The piece depicted two mares soaring among the clouds, locked in a tight embrace. Their hooves were wrapped around each other in an oddly intimate fashion, and their muzzles...

"Are they kissing?" Sappho whispered to Luna, unable to believe her eyes.

"Ah, Princess Luna," an Earth Pony with a paintbrush for a cutie mark said as he approached them. "I deeply apologize for not having a painting of—"

"This is a remarkable presentation of the female form, and the passion between the two mares nearly leaps from the canvas," Luna said, interrupting the artist before he could no doubt apologize for not featuring her. "Your work is commendable, and a welcome change of pace from the rest of the festival. Tell me, what inspired this piece?"

"Well, it all started when I was given the opportunity to visit Cloudsdale..." As Luna spoke with the artist about his work, Sappho found her attention fixed on the painting itself, and the act it depicted.

There was no doubt that the two mares were lovers, their muzzles locked together in a passionate kiss. It was depraved. It was wrong. And Sappho couldn't stop staring, her eyes tracing each and every curve of both mares' bodies. Something within her stirred, a heat that she wrote off as embarrassment.

Thankfully, Luna did not spend too much time in conversation in front of the painting, and soon they found themselves moving on. Having finally broken the streak of seeing herself over and over again, Luna elected to rest for a short while in the centre of the square, next to the graceful fountain that sprayed a steady stream of water into the air.

"That was quite the breath of fresh air, was it not?" Luna mused as she sat down.

"If you say so," Sappho replied. "I am shocked, though, at how brazen it was."

Luna raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I did not think it too far beyond propriety. Blank Canvas did a wonderful job of hinting at something more, without revealing so much as to become tasteless. A skill that many lack."

"Not that. I meant that it was between two mares."

Luna stilled. "Do you object to two mares taking each other as lovers?" There was a dangerous edge to that tone, and Sappho was reminded of that night in the garden when Sappho had spoken of finding a husband.

Still, she knew the Princess better now, knew that she would not be punished for speaking freely. "It is unnatural," she said simply. "It violates the natural laws, and in my realm, such a thing would never be accepted."

"Hmmph. Well, in this realm I have some measure of control over the natural laws, and when I took a mare as a lover, the heavens did not shake in fury, unless you count my sister being jealous that I had taken a lover before her."

"I suppose if mares can stand with stallions as equals, then a mare taking another mare as a lover is not so odd," Sappho mused. Then, the full force of Luna's words hit her. "You have taken a lover before?" Perhaps it was because she still thought of her as alike Artemis, but the notion that the Princess of the Night had shared her body with another made her uneasy.

"A few times, when I was young and more prone to rashness," Luna admitted. "They never lasted long, as I was even more capricious than my Moon in those times."

A fond smile graced her lips as she stood up. "Now, shall we see what other methods the craftsponies here have devised to insert me into their works?"

"Lead, and I shall follow, Princess."

Yet another painting awaited them, and this time, Luna's jaw dropped as well as Sappho's at the sight.

"Oh, Princess Luna, I'm so happy you came to see my Dreams of Desires!" A cheerful pegasus mare flittered about rapidly as she chattered away excitedly. "I've been working on this piece for months. I never dreamed that you'd be here to see it in person. I'm so so so so grateful that you graced our festival with your presence this year."

Luna still had not spoken a word, which the pegasus took as a sign to continue.

"Do you like it? I hope you like it. I worked really hard on it and I've been looking forward to showing this off since I started working on it last year."

"It... umm... it is clear that you have a keen eye for detail, and that you are a skilled wielder of the brush." Luna's head tilted as she stared at the painting. "It is a fine image of myself that you have painted, and the mare who is... umm... sharing in my passion is finely rendered as well."

The pegasus beamed. "I'm so glad you liked it! I really wanted to show off your passionate side. After all, you are more than the Princess of the Night. You are the Princess of Dreams, of Desire and Lust and Love, and I really wanted to make sure that I conveyed that as well."

"I see." From her stance, Luna was refusing to make eye contact with the mare. "And is there a reason that the other mare in this image possesses a remarkable similarity to yourself?"

"No no no." It was a wonder that the pegasus mare's head didn't come off with how fast she was shaking it. "I'm a pegasus with a green coat and a teal mane. The mare in the painting is a pegasus with a teal coat with a green mane. My cutie mark is a paintbrush, and hers is an easel. See, we're completely different ponies! I definitely haven't had dreams that inspired this painting!"

"I am certain that you have not," Luna said in such deadpan that it was a wonder the other mare's heart hadn't stopped on the spot. "Well, I will say that this is the best work I have seen today featuring myself, and I commend you on adhering to your artistic vision, whatever that may be."

"Thank you, Princess!" Buzz, buzz, buzz. She was a like a little hummingbird with how she flitted around the stall, and Sappho couldn't wait to be away from her. "I'll see you in my dreams!"

"I believe you." As they walked away, a small smile graced her features, lighting her face up like the moon she held dominion over.

Sappho waited until they were out of earshot of the mare until she spoke. "How dare she defile you so!" she whispered hotly. "Will you not smite her for her insolence?"

That got a chuckle out of Luna. "I do believe that she is plenty smitten already."

"But— But, that painting!" Sappho gestured helplessly into the air, trying and failing to convey the wrongness of it. "You, and her, and that bed! Her hooves on your—!"

"She is certainly a mare who knows what she wants, and has a very vivid imagination." A mischievous glint formed in her eyes. "Perhaps I shall visit her dreams tonight to see if they live up to that painting."

"Luna!"

"What, did you not say that you wished more ponies thought fondly of me as you do?" As scandalized as Sappho was, it warmed her heart to see the playful mood Luna was in.

"I am hardly fond of you in that way," she retorted. "And I still think the ponies should fear you even as they love you. And that mare certainly doesn't see you as a goddess."

"I suppose I shall see how well she worships tonight." The mare actually winked at her!

Sappho snorted. "I hope you wash yourself after she gets her hooves all over you."

"Oh, Sappho, do I sense jealousy within you?"

That got an even louder snort out of her. "Of course not," she said. "I care not whom you share your bed with." Though, the painting did make her wonder what it would be like to run her hand through her soft fur, to feel the warmth from her skin as she let her hand graze lower and lower...

"You're thinking of it now, aren't you?" Luna said with a coy smile. "We'll make an Equestrian out of you yet."

"I'd rather bathe in Acheron without a towel," Sappho retorted, rolling her eyes. "Now then, what is next on our agenda?"

"That would be—" A ripple of commotion in the crowds interrupted Luna. All around them, ponies were looking up at the sky, in the direction of the castle.

Sappho did the same and found herself watching Princess Celestia descend from the heavens, surrounded by her own pegasus guards. She landed gracefully on the ground as the ponies spread out to give her space. "Sister," she said as she folded her sings shut. "We must return to the Castle at once."

Instantly, Luna was a Princess of Equestria once again, all teasing wiped from her face as she addressed her fellow ruler. "What happened? Is this about the report on Tartarus? Have the agents in the Badlands finally moved against us?"

Princess Celestia shook her head. "Radiant Hope came to the castle bearing dire news of the Crystal Empire. You should hear it from her first."

Luna nodded. "Allow me a few moments to convey my regrets to the hosts of this event. I shall be with you posthaste." With that, she took to the air, her powerful wings carrying her across the square and leaving Sappho behind with Princess Celestia.

"I don't think I've properly thanked you yet, Sappho," the Solar Princess said after a short bout of silence.

"For what?" Sappho replied, trying to recall what she'd done the last time she'd met with the Princess. Conversations about fashion and the arts were all she could recall.

"I have not seen Luna so happy in a hundred years." Princess Celestia's smile grew melancholy as she spoke. "It is said that ponies fear a frown from me, for I can destroy their social standing and leave them penniless and anathema to the nobles, and they fear a frown from my sister, for she can rip the souls from their bodies and trap them in eternal darkness. And yet, nopony ever talks of making us smile."

A gold-clad hoof was placed on Sappho's shoulders as Princess Celestia looked her right in the eyes, overwhelming gratitude radiating from her expression. "Thank you for making her smile. I have sorely missed the sight."

"It—It was my pleasure, Princess Celestia." What more was there to say? Sappho had not befriended Luna for personal gain or to curry favour, and she would not accept any boon from the Princess for it.

"Please, call me Celestia, at least in private. It is the least I can give you after all you have done for my sister."

"If you wish, Celestia." It felt wrong to speak of her as such. Unlike Luna, Sappho still saw the Princess of the Sun as more goddess than mare, even though she knew it was only because Princess Celestia was more practised at hiding her equine aspect behind the mask of Divinity.

She was saved from having to make any more small talk with Princess Celestia by the reappearance of Luna. "I am ready," she said to her sister before turning to address Sappho. "I am sorry, but I must take my leave now. Please, enjoy the rest of the festival. I will keep a pair of guards here to ensure that you are not molested."

"Thank you, Luna," Sappho said graciously. "I hope that all shall be well soon."

With the farewells exchanged, the Princesses and their escorts returned to the castle, flying side-by-side in perfect harmony. It was truly a sight to behold, and Sappho found her eyes lingering on the Lunar Princess' flank and the curves that the previous painting had brought to light in shocking detail.

The rest of the festival passed by in a haze. Without Luna, and surrounded with reminders of her absence, Sappho simply wandered from exhibit to exhibit, hardly paying attention to what was supposed to be the greatest display of artistic skill in the world. She simply couldn't take her mind off of her friend, and hoped that everything was alright with her.

At some point, she asked the guards Luna had left behind to take her back to the Castle. When she got there, she discovered that the Princesses had already set off to the Crystal Empire to deal with whatever crisis was occurring there.

Sappho ate her evening meal alone, and then retired to her room. Images of Luna, of her supple flanks and slender frame and muscular legs, flowed through her mind unbidden, and she grabbed her quill and parchment and wrote in order to dispel the thoughts clouding her mind.

Never yet, love, in earth's lifetime,
Hath any cunningest minstrel
Told the one seventh of wisdom,
Ravishment, ecstasy, transport,
Hid in the hue of the hyacinth's
Purple in springtime.

Not in the lyre of Orpheus,
Not in the songs of Musaeus,
Lurked the unfathomed bewitchment
Wrought by the wind in the grasses,
Held by the rote of the sea-surf,
In early summer.

Only to exquisite lovers,
Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment,
Mated as rhythm to reed-stop
Whence the wild music is moulded,
Ever appears the full measure
Of the world's wonder.

XXX

Something terrible had happened.

Nopony that Sappho had spoken to knew what it was, but word had quickly spread among the castle staff. Whatever Luna and Princess Celestia had set out to resolve in the Crystal Empire earlier this week was much worse than anyone could have imagined. All throughout the day, a sombre silence had smothered the castle, and now everypony not on duty was standing in the main courtyard, awaiting the return of their rulers.

The quiet mutterings in the crowd only served to intensify the feeling of dread that had enveloped them, and Sappho found herself torn between wanting to run and hide in her room and wanting to see Luna again after missing her for three days. Thoughts and fears had consumed her in her absence, and Sappho did not know what her presence would bring.

Before she could make her decision, the first of the Princesses' escort alighted on the steps of the castle, his expression hidden behind a soldier's emotionless mask. In response, everyone looked up to the north, just in time to see the Princesses and the rest of the escort appear over the edge of the castle walls.

Every one of the guards wore a haunted look in their eyes, one that spoke of such loss that Sappho could scarce breathe under the weight of them. She glanced to the Princesses as they landed, and saw that they radiated a deep anguish even as they remained calm and composed.

"My little ponies." Princess Celestia was the first to step forward and address the crowd. "It is with great sadness that I stand here before you today. Three days ago, a citizen of the Crystal Empire came to us of dire news. She reported that a mad unicorn named Sombra had overthrown Princess Amore and enslaved the Crystal Ponies.

"My sister and I, along with a contingent of brave soldiers, travelled to the Frozen North to investigate. We discovered that Sombra had indeed used dark magic to seize control of the Empire and its ponies, and had committed many atrocities against them. In our attempts to free them from his control, we fought him, but just as we were about to strike the final blow, he cast a spell to banish himself and the Empire to a realm beyond time."

Princess Celestia bowed her head, and for the first time, Sappho saw tears forming around her eyes. "The Crystal Empire is no more. We do not know if it shall ever return."

With those words, the crowd erupted in shouts and panic.

"The entire Empire is gone?"

"Is everypony there dead?"

"How do you even banish an empire?"

"My sister was travelling to the Empire for trade!"

"What will happen to the Crystal Ponies still in Equestria!"

"Is Equestria in danger?"

On and on the questions and fears came, and Princess Celestia braced herself to address the crowd once again.

But before she could, Luna stepped forward, her expression still calm and collected even though Sappho could see the raw anguish in her eyes.

"My little ponies, I know that you have many questions and concerns. We are all in mourning, and we are all scared, but we ponies are resilient. We shall not let this tragedy destroy us. We will endure, as we always have, in harmony and in unity."

Luna straightened, her poise perfect and commanding. In that moment, she was every bit the leader and the Princess that Equestria needed. A strong goddess who could endure the pains that her mortal subjects could not. She was radiant, an aspect of the Moon itself.

"Now, there is much that needs to be done, and little time to do it in. We must have a full accounting of the lost souls, and find a place to live for those displaced by this tragedy. My sister and I will be convening an emergency session of the court to determine our next course of action. To all of you, I beseech you to continue in your duties. I know that all of you will wish to help, but until we have a plan of action, the best thing you can do is to continue to ensure that our ponies live in peace and order.

"Thank you, and please return to your duties."

There was no arguing against that tone. Luna was far too imposing for anypony to dare speak up after her dismissal. As Sappho left the courtyard, she gave one final glance at Luna, and her heart calmed. There was no doubt in her mind that the brilliant, wise, and experienced Princess of Equestria knew exactly what had to be done to move forward after this tragedy. All would be well.

"It was horrible."

Luna collapsed onto Sappho's bed, shaking. Sappho reached out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder as she spoke. "I cannot imagine what it must have been like to face down such a terrible monster—"

"Not that." Luna buried her head deeper in Sappho's pillow. "I was useless in court today. Celestia is the one who understood which Nobles could be convinced to help resettle the displaced Crystal Ponies. She knew which aspects of our trade would be most affected, and which merchants she needed to talk to in order to prevent a collapse of our economy. Time and time again she reassured our ponies that all would be well.

"And what did I do? I sat there, next to Celestia, in complete silence save to agree with her. You could have replaced me with one of those statues from the festival and nopony would have known the difference." Luna rolled over, and Sappho saw the first sign of tears in her eyes.

"You know that is not true," Sappho said, continuing to stroke Luna. Her hand rubbed up and down the soft fur of her shoulder, and Sappho savoured the warmth that radiated from her body. "Your sister needs you. You complete each other. While you may not have her skills at statecraft, remember that it was you who stood strong when we were all filled with fear, when Princess Celestia could not go on. You were hurting just as much as she, and yet you calmed us, and made us feel safe once again."

She gently pushed Luna until she rolled over to face her. "Because that is what you are. A hunter, a warrior, a guardian. You are Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon, and we trust you to defend us from the horrors that lurk in the darkness."

Luna let out a mocking laugh, bitterness staining her tone. "Some guardian I am. I could not save even one soul from Sombra's spell. A nation is gone, vanished as if it never was, all because I failed my duty as the Princess of the Night."

She moved to roll over again, but Sappho grabbed her foreleg and forced the princess to face her friend. "You did no such thing. You stopped a dangerous tyrant from invading Equestria. You defended your ponies from a threat beyond mortal comprehension. This is what you were meant to do. All victories come with a cost, and I have known too many who have lost a loved one in battle to allow you to shoulder the blame yourself. You did what you could, I have no doubt of that."

"Then why does it hurt so much?" Luna whispered, the tears flowing freely now. "If I am a goddess as you say, then why can I not will the pain to stop?"

"Because you are more than that." Sappho smiled as her own heart swelled. Her face went to cup Luna's face as she lost herself in those deep blue eyes, like the endless seas that led to Hades' realm. "When you stood in front of the castle and spoke unto us, you were a goddess mourning in quiet dignity at the loss of a great empire. Now, you are a mare crying at the unfairness of it all, at the burden you have been forced to bear. We do not love the gods because they are powerful — we love them because they still remember what it was like to be powerless. No being is all-powerful, not even the great Zeus himself."

"How are you so wise and yet still a mortal?" Luna's smile was all the more beautiful for the tears that streamed down her face, a defiant joy in the face of despair. "Nopony has ever said such things to me before."

"I have the advantage of perspective." Her face felt so soft under Sappho's hand, and warm and wet and wonderful. "You let me into your life, and allowed me to see the Goddess who is a Mare, and the Mare who is a Goddess. You are not one or the other in tandem, but both in harmony."

"You have such a way with words, Sappho of Lesbos." Luna's hoof was resting against Sappho's arm, now, a constant weight that projected her divine presence onto her friend. "Beauty and wit rarely walk the same path together, and yet I have been blessed with the companionship of one who possesses both."

Luna leaned in closer, and Sappho divined her intent a moment after it was too soon to stop her. Warm, soft lips pressed against her own, and the scent of Elysium filled her senses as she was kissed by the Moon herself.

Then, just as quickly as it had begun, Luna pulled back, her eyes widening in horror. "A thousand pardons!" she gasped out, her breathing, like Sappho's, still rapid. "I was overcome by your kindness and your beauty. Please forgive me for forcing myself on you."

"There is nothing to forgive." Sappho forced herself to slow her breathing, and to stop panting. "It is your right to take what you will." And oh, how she wanted to be taken again. A fire raced through her body from her heart, inflaming her blood and stirring her humours.

"No." Luna's eyes narrowed dangerously, yet Sappho didn't feel the least bit threatened. "I am not one of your gods, and even if I were, it would never be acceptable for me to impose myself on you in that manner. I am a guardian, a protector, and you trust me to keep your well-being above mine own. I have violated that trust, and used you for my own selfish desires."

She stood up, her head hanging in shame. "I will leave you now, and no longer disturb you. If you wish to avoid me after this, I shall not find fault with you."

As Luna walked towards the door, Sappho cried out, "what if I desired your touch as well?"

Luna stilled.

Her head turned to face Sappho, a guarded expression in her eyes. "Why?" she asked, her voice restrained and cold. "Many have tried to seduce me. Do you desire riches, fame, or simply the knowledge of having bedded a Princess?"

Sappho flinched, the words hitting her like a slap to the face. "You know I care not for such things," she replied, her heart tearing itself apart with uncertainty. She should have kept her mouth shut and let Luna leave. And yet, she could not simply have let her suffer like that.

"Then why?" Luna pressed, returning to the bed. With each step she seemed to grow larger, until her presence filled up the entire room. "Is it duty that compels you? The desire to worship at your goddess' hooves? Will you serve my every whim in bed, please the Mistress of the Night because she commands it?"

In those words, Sappho finally understood. Her mind cleared, and the path ahead was revealed to her. Taking a moment to clear her throat and still her heart, she spoke, tenderness infused into every word.

"I know what you mean to do." she stood up and met Luna halfway across the room. "You won't be able to push me away that easily. I see you. All of you. Mare and Princess. Flesh and Divinity."

She placed a hand on Luna's cheek once again, but this time, she let herself enjoy the sensation of Luna's sharp muzzle under her palm. "You took nothing from me that I would not have given freely."

"Is that true?" Uncertainty swirled about in Luna's eyes as she spoke. "Three days ago, you would not have considered sharing your body with another mare. Can you truly say that you desire this? Desire me?"

"In those three days, I have had much time to think. About you. About myself. You are not the first of the female persuasion to have caught my eye, but you are certainly the most radiant." The admission was freeing, another tether to her past shed. At this moment, Sappho was flying, but also cognizant that Luna could drag her back down to the ground with a single word.

"I trust you. I trust that you would not deceive me in this." Luna smiled through her nervousness, and it was beautiful. "Do you truly desire me?"

Sappho nodded. "I do."

"Then I shall have no qualms about doing this."

Unlike their previous union, Sappho had plenty of time to prepare for the kiss this time. Luna leaned in slowly, pursing her lips ever so slightly in invitation, and Sappho was helpless to resist the Lunar Princess' allure. She had never kissed or been kissed before this night, but some of the women in her reading circle were married, and others had lost their maidenhoods and enjoyed playing around with the unmarried and married men before their own marriages. Sappho had heard plenty of stories of what it was like to kiss, and what made someone a good or bad kisser.

None of those stories could compare to what she was experiencing now.

It was very clear that Luna had centuries of knowledge and wisdom in the arts of passion as she deftly teased Sappho into a fever pitch. Time and space and reality ceased to exist as Sappho was caught up in the chaos of Luna's embrace, hooves crawling over her back and Luna's tongue dominating hers.

And then, Luna nipped lightly at her lips, and Sappho let go of all thought and simply allowed herself to feel. Pleasure unlike any other coursed through her veins, as if Eros himself had blessed her heart.

After an eternity of bliss, Luna pulled back to Sappho's immense displeasure. Both mare and woman took a few moments to catch their breaths as they stared into each others' eyes. Lust and love and fear mixed together in that endless sea of blue, and Sappho saw within it Aphrodite's touch.

"I am very glad that you rule over Eros' domain as well," Sappho said, panting. Her arms were still wrapped around Luna's neck, and she could feel the mare's hooves behind her, tracing slow circles across her back. "If these are the fruits of desire, then I can certainly see why few of the women in Lesbos are maidens on their wedding night."

"Oh, this is but a taste of the pleasure that the arts of passion can provide." Luna's voice dripped with heat from her sacred fire that seared Sappho's soul. "I could show you so much more. I can bring you ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. Only say the word, and let me into your arms."

Sappho paused, knowing the weight her answer would have. She was still a maiden, and had intended to be until marriage. And yet, this was not just any mortal asking, or even any deity. This was Luna, Princess of the Night, Mistress of Dreams, Goddess of the Arts and Love, asking her, a mere mortal, to share her bed as Eros had to Psyche.

And this was Luna, who sang of unbearable loneliness with the voice of a Siren, and jested like Pan in the Dionysia, and cried when her heart could not bear the weight of her anguish, asking her friend whose body she desired to share a night of passion.

Steeling her resolve, she spoke her answer to her friend and her goddess. "I am yours, Luna. Let us wash away the horrors of this night together."

And thus did Princess Luna take her to bed, her eyes smouldering like Hephaestus' forge and her hooves pulling her into her undoing with Herculean strength and velvet softness.

And thus did Sappho of Lesbos become a woman.

"I now see why gods and men are always willing to risk so much for the touch of a woman," Sappho mused as she lay in bed, naked and panting next to the magnificent Princess of the Night.

"I am glad you enjoyed yourself," Luna replied, nuzzling Sappho. "I, too, have not been pleasured so well in many a century."

Sappho's cheeks warmed at the praise. "I'll admit, I never knew hooves could be so dexterous."

"There is still much I can teach you." Just like that, the hunger in her loins that Sappho had thought sated returned in full force as Luna trailed her hoof slowly down her body.

"I am your faithful student!" Sappho gasped out as Luna brushed over a particularly sensitive part of her thigh, sending electric sparks shooting through her body.

Luna chuckled. "I would be happy to continue teaching you." Her smile faded as she sighed. "Alas, duty calls. Many affairs of state still need to be done, and I am afraid I have already spent too long away from my post."

Sappho nodded. "I understand." She couldn't help the slight pout on her lips at being denied, though.

Luna stood up, but paused before leaving the room. "Perhaps we should talk first of what just transpired," she said carefully.

"I — yes." Of course. It was not as if they could remain simply friends after sharing such an intimate connection. Sappho could feel her soul connected to Luna's, and she would never forget the memories she had made this night. "D—Do you wish to do this again?" That was the most important question. "I understand if you wish to move on to more fetching lovers."

Luna's shook her head, disapproval glinting in her eyes. "There is none I would rather share my bed with than you, Sappho. Alas, for a Princess, such matters are not so simple."

"I understand." There were so many sides to Luna. Mare, Goddess, friend, ruler. To lay with one was to lay with all of them. "Your subjects would not approve of me. In this land, I have no titles, no dowry, and I am not of your kind."

"I care not for such things," Luna quickly interjected. "But yes, it would draw attention were I to court you publicly. I am used to such talk, of course, but I would not want your hurt."

"So long as we can be together, I am content." The lie flowed out smoothly, and even Luna didn't seem to notice the hitch in her voice when she spoke it.

"I am sorry that I cannot give you more."

"You have already honoured me with all you have given." Sappho sighed. "And I too cannot promise you that I shall stay with you forever. I still wish to return home one day, and I still have a duty to be wed for the good of my family." The thought of having to share her body with a man made her sick. Now, it felt as if she would be betraying Luna.

But then again, didn't all stories about mortals falling in love with gods end in tragedy?

Luna nodded sadly. "I did not believe I could ever have even this," she said. "Long have I looked upon you with desire, and lusted for both your mind and body. But until today, it seemed fated that I should always long for that which I could not have, for that was my lot in life. Whatever you choose to share with me, I shall treasure."

Sappho could hardly believe her ears. To think that Luna, a goddess and ruler of Equestria, would desire her so much, and yet never act on it... "you could have had me whenever you wished," she muttered, a flicker of annoyance in her voice. "If you had told me of your desire, I would fain have accepted you." And this could have been only one of many nights of violent delights they would have already had shared.

"But would you have lain with me, or with the Goddess of the Night?" At Sappho's silence, Luna continued. "Besides, I had already waited centuries for you; a few days more was but a trifle."

Centuries. Luna had lived many mortal lifetimes, and yet still found her beautiful. It was enough to make her heart race once again.

But that could wait. "You should attend to your duties," she said, hating herself for saying it. "Your ponies will have dark dreams this night, and they will need their Princess to guide them through it."

"I shall take my leave," Luna said, "but do not think I will forget you. When you are ready, slumber, and I shall see you again in the Realm of Dreams." Fire raced through Sappho's veins at the husky tone of Luna's voice. "If you think our first union was enjoyable, it is but a shadow of what can be achieved in my domain. I await your pleasure, Sappho of Lesbos."

With that, Luna's horn glowed and she vanished, as Eros had when Psyche had unmasked him.

It took several minutes before Sappho could move, or even think, again. Today had been an absolute whirlwind of emotion, but had ended in the best way possible. Even if this arrangement was only temporary, Sappho would savour every moment she had with her lover, now and forever.

With a wide grin on her face, she raced over to her writing desk, and let her muse run wild. Afterwards, she would sleep, and see Luna — beautiful, mercurial, vivacious, divine Luna — and they would continue to share in the passions that had been unleashed this night. But for now, she had a duty to the Muses, and she would complete this task first.

A bright future spread out before her mind's eye as she wrote, and Sappho was ready to embrace it with her whole heart.

Once you lay upon my bosom,
While the long blue-silver moonlight
Walked the plain, with that pure passion
All your own.

Now the moon is gone, the Pleiads
Gone, the dead of night is going;
Slips the hour, and on my bed
I lie alone.

But not for much longer

XLII

"And then, Sparklefire barges into the throne room while I'm speaking with Noble Heart — her wife — and demands that I rescind the provisions for housing the Gemcutter family because she was convinced that Noble Heart was having an affair with Diamond Facet."

Sappho leaned in closer, the remnants of her dinner brushing dangerously close to her chiton. "And was she?" she asked, curiosity eating at her as she listened to Luna's recounting.

"Noble Heart had been disappearing with Diamond Facet often since she moved in," Luna said, ignoring Sappho's question and drawing out the suspense. "And Sparklefire caught them hiding in a storeroom talking about... something — she wasn't entirely certain as to what. It was very obvious that the two of them were hiding something from her."

"Did Noble Heart confess, then?"

Luna nodded. "She did." A devilish smirk played at her lips. "She produced from her dress a jewellery box and presented it to her wife. As it turns out, Noble Heart had always secretly been ashamed that she hadn't had the money to provide for Sparklefire a proper wedding ring befitting a lady such as herself all those years ago. Diamond Facet was helping her create a much nicer ring as gratitude for taking her family in after the Empire's disappearance, with a proper setting of precious stones."

Sappho gasped, putting a hand over her own mouth to hide her surprise. "How sweet! And what did Sparklefire say?"

"She cried and apologized for doubting Noble Heart and for accusing Diamond Facet of trying to steal her wife, and then they embraced." Luna smiled at the recollection. "It was very sweet. And then they remember that they were in Court, and that I was still present in the room."

A giggle escaped from Sappho before she could contain it. "What I would give to have seen their faces. I take it they were quite embarrassed?"

"Naturally. Sparklefire apologized to me, and begged me for mercy."

"And you let her sweat for a while before you pardoned her, didn't you?" Now it was Sappho's turn to wear the teasing smile.

"You wound me, Sappho!" Luna placed a hoof over her chest in mock outrage. "Surely you do not believe that I would take advantage of such a sensitive matter for my own amusement?"

A deadpan stare was Sappho's reply. "I know you far too well to believe you would do otherwise."

"Undone by my own lover." Luna leaned back in her seat in a dramatic pose, her eyes closed and one front hoof raised over her head while the other slumped down onto the floor. "I fear my heart will never recover from this betrayal."

"What if I kiss it better?" Sappho asked, preparing to stand up and do just that. Already, warmth filled her mind at the anticipation.

"Alas, I can only be cured by the kiss of a maiden." Luna cranked one eye open to wink at her. "But I suppose you'll do." Before Sappho could reply to Luna's jab, a knocking sounded at the door.

Both mare and human quickly returned to a more appropriate pose befitting two friends sitting down for a shared meal.

The door opened and a unicorn in formal attire stepped into the room, a cart of covered dishes following behind him in his magical grasp. "Are you ready for dessert, Princess?" he asked, addressing Luna as was proper. Even though this was Luna's private dining room, protocols still had to be observed.

"We are, Glaze Roast," Luna replied.

"Very good." The two covered plates floated over towards the pair of diners. "I trust you enjoyed the rest of your meals?"

Luna nodded. "As usual, you have done fine work."

"I feel I have eaten like a Queen," Sappho added. "I am ever grateful to the kitchens for providing sturgeon for my meal. It is a rare delicacy in my homeland."

"It was our pleasure, Lady Sappho," Glaze Roast said, a smile cracking through his formal mask. "The castle had just received a shipment of fish for the visiting Griffon Envoys, and Fillet Cut has been eager to hone his skills once again in cooking with flesh."

"Then please, send my most sincere compliments to Fillet Cut. The sturgeon was cooked even better than the chicken from last week."

The smile broke through as Glaze wore a wide grin. "He will be most glad to hear it. Thank you, Lady Sappho." With that, he uncovered their desserts — modest plates of various fruits from the realm — before taking his leave.

"The castle staff seem quite enamoured of you," Luna commented as she picked at the grapes on her plate.

Sappho looked up from her own meal in surprise. "Are they?"

"I saw Tea Cozy bringing in the good Oolong for your meeting with my sister, and I heard from Clean Sweep that you offered to visit her daughter on her birthday because she wanted to meet 'The Human.'" The pride in Luna's tone made Sappho's heart soar, and she had to hide her face behind her hand to cover up her blushing.

"I have only been returning the kindness that they have shown me," Sappho replied with a helpless shrug. Then, eager to change the subject, she looked back down at her plate and spoke the first thought that came to her mind. "Oh, pomegranates! How wonderful!" she exclaimed with slightly excessive enthusiasm. "These are my favourites. Did you know that Hades, the God of Death, used these to trap his bride Persephone in the Underworld with him?"

Luna raised a sceptical eyebrow at that. "Oh? I don't think I've heard this story from you before."

"Well, the most popular account is that Hades desired Persephone so much that he kidnapped her and took her to his realm — the Afterlife. He kept her there for as long he could, and tried to convince her to stay with him, but she wanted to leave. Eventually, he was forced to let her go, but not before tricking her into eating four pomegranate seeds.

"By Divine Law, she was thus forced to spend four months each year in Hades' realm with her husband. During those months, her mother Demeter, Goddess of Harvest, mourns and allows the world to grow cold, and thus did we gain the season of Winter."

Luna's expression soured as she listened to the story. "How horrid!" she declared, stomping a hoof angrily at the ground. "So Persephone is doomed to be with that monster Hades once a season for all eternity?"

"If you believe that version of the story, yes," Sappho replied simply. She paused for effect before continuing. "But there is another telling of the story that is quite different, and that I quite prefer. In it, Persephone and Hades were madly in love, but Demeter would not allow her daughter to be wed to the God of Death.

"He brought her to his realm to hide, and so that they could be together, but Demeter lobbied Zeus to force him to release her daughter back to her. Desperate, Hades fed her the pomegranate seeds, so that she might be bound to the Afterlife forever, and to force Demeter to accept their union."

"That is hardly a happy ending," Luna grunted, "but I suppose it is better than the alternative. Now, finish your pomegranate seeds so that you might be with me forever." Both of them winced as they processed their words and realized Luna's mistake.

They had danced around Sappho's desire to return to Lesbos, and the fact that the scholars had been steadily progressing in their studies, though they were still quite far away from any real solution. Every day with Luna weakened Sappho's resolve, but she knew her duty, and she knew that this land was not her home, even if she'd grown close to the ponies here.

Luna was not happy with this decision, of course, but she had said nothing, and understood that Sappho was only promised to her for a time. Still, it didn't make the silence any less awkward, and Sappho hastily ate to keep herself occupied.

After they finished their meals, Luna was the first to recover from the awkward silence. She cleared her throat and gestured toward their now-empty plates. "If you are finished, I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"Are you free this evening?" Luna asked, even though Sappho knew that she knew that her schedule was empty. A princess was expected to be courteous, after all.

"I am," Sappho replied.

"Then come with me. There is something I wish to show you." The smile on Luna's face banished the previous tension, and Sappho found herself beaming up at her lover in return.

"Lead the way."

As they left the dining room, two pairs of guards appeared to flank them. Luna waved them off. "We won't be needing an escort tonight. Rest assured that all the wards around my person are still active, and should there be a threat you will be alerted as to my location."

The guards were used to this by now. Giving them a quick salute, they headed off to report to their commanding officers.

"Are you ready?" Luna asked, her horn glowing.

Sappho nodded. She knew what was going to happen. They had done this plenty of times, and the familiar tingle of Luna's magic settled in like a warm blanket around her as the spell charged, reinforcing her lover's presence.

With a pop, the teleportation spell triggered, and Sappho's world disappeared into darkness for a split second before her vision resolved itself.

They were outside now. Warm summer air brushed against her skin, tempered by the coolness of the night. Up above, the stars glowed in the sky, a vision of Luna's mane writ large. Looking around, she saw that she was standing on a circular platform, and the ladder at the centre told her that she was on top of some building.

"Where are we?" she asked, peeking off the edge of the platform before quickly stepping back. She had never seen Canterlot look so small before, and she was suddenly very glad that her companion possessed the power of Flight.

"The top of the Canterlot Observatory. They recently obtained a new telescope, and I thought we could enjoy some stargazing together." Luna paused, looking contrite as she bowed her head. "I am sorry that I have not spent much time with you in these past weeks. I have been a slave to my duties, and I regret neglecting you outside of the World of Dreams."

"There is nothing to apologize for," Sappho replied firmly. "I knew very well the type of mare I had chosen to be with. Your people needed you in a time of great turmoil, and you led them admirably alongside your sister.

"Besides, I greatly enjoyed our visit to the Conservatory last week, and I could never fault a mare who sang so beautifully." The fact that Luna had given her alone a private performance stilled awed her, and the desire and affection that she had infused into her voice had moved her so much that it had taken every ounce of her willpower not to tackle Luna to the ground and have her way with her right there on the stage.

Her praise at least made Luna's head rise up, allowing Sappho to see her beautiful eyes. "Be that as it may, I wish I had more time with you. Unfortunately, though the matter of the Empire's disappearance is almost resolved to the best of our ability, in the chaos of the aftermath it seems that our enemies in the Badlands successfully raided Tartarus. As Equestria's warden, I must ensure that the ponies are safe against this threat."

"I would expect nothing less from you." Sappho reached out to stoke Luna's face, a privilege she had been granted soon after their first coupling and one that she exploited as often as possible. Luna's coat was soft and warm and most pleasant beneath her hand.

Luna enjoyed the touch as well, leaning into her hand. "Still, I hope to be freer to spend time with you soon, assuming my duties at court do not continue to grow." She glared at Sappho without heat. "More nobles have been coming with matters for me to resolve since your arrival in Equestria, each with a more asinine petition than the last. I cannot believe I ever envied Celestia her audience. Sparklefire's outburst was the only silver lining for me in a month."

"Your people see you more now, and are more comfortable speaking with you," Sappho said with pride. "That is all on you, for becoming the princess you were meant to be."

"A metamorphosis I would never have undergone without your urging," Luna replied with a smile. "Now then, shall we see what the heavens have in store for us tonight?"

Sappho nodded eagerly as they headed over to the telescope. It was a marvellous invention that she had only seen pictures of in books at the castle library, unlike anything from her own realm. With their mastery at glassmaking, the Equestrians had created something called a lens which, when one looked through it at the proper inclination, could make things appear larger and reveal details that the eye alone could not perceive.

Luna manipulated various mechanisms on the large metal tube before gesturing to Sappho to place her eye over the aperture of the device. Sappho did as instructed and gasped as her vision was filled with a tapestry more beautiful than any mortal creation.

"This is incredible," she whispered, afraid to raise her voice lest she accidentally disrupt the delicately dazzling sight before her. "No work of art could ever aspire to such magnificence."

Luna's voice spoke into her right ear, and send chills straight down her spine to her loins. "It pales in comparison to your beauty, but I am glad you are enjoying my night."

"If others could see the night skies like this, Princess Celestia would scarce have anyone willing to stay awake during her day."

Laughter like the tinkling of bells echoed in the air, filling it with joy. "You are a delight, Sappho of Lesbos." A hoof tapping at her shoulders prompted Sappho to turn away from the telescope and the wondrous visions it had granted her. Her regret was short-lived, however, as she now found herself lost in Luna's eyes.

A soft kiss was pressed against her lips, and Sappho returned it eagerly, stopping short of devouring her princess. "Thank you for sharing this with me," Sappho said as they pulled away.

"Thank you for appreciating the night sky as few others do," Luna replied.

"There is much to appreciate." Sappho returned to the telescope, carefully swinging it around to see the rest of the sky. "How odd that we should share the same pattern of stars in both realms. I think I can see Orion's Belt in the north."

"Orion's Belt?" At Luna's curious tone, Sappho centred the telescope at the right point, and then stepped away and gestured at the device.

"Take a look," she said, and Luna leaned over to place her eye over the aperture. "Those three stars are known as Orion's belt in my realm, and the stars around it form the constellation Orion, named for the great hunter who was Artemis' companion."

"Oh? He must have been mighty indeed to have attracted the attentions of the Moon Goddess."

"He was the son of the Sea God Poseidon, and together with Artemis they sought to hunt every animal in the realm. They would have succeeded, if Apollo had not objected to how close he was becoming to his sister, and tricked Artemis into shooting him with her bow. In honour of his greatness, Zeus placed him in the sky, so that he might hunt among the stars for all eternity."

"Why is it that all your people's stories seem to end with death and tragedy?" Luna asked, glancing up at Sappho. "It is most depressing to listen to at times."

Sappho could do little else but shrug. "I suppose it warns us against hubris, and reminds us that life is fragile and worth celebrating while we can."

"I can think of much better ways to affirm the value of life." Sappho shivered at Luna's words despite the heat, and had to repeat silently to herself that there would be time enough for other activities later tonight. "Still, these stars have no name in Equestria. Perhaps I shall name them Orion, to honour the man who was worthy to stand beside the Goddess of the Moon. It would be most appropriate, since that would place him across from Sun Chaser."

"Sun Chaser?"

"Named in honour of a pony who lived many centuries ago." Luna sat down on the bench in front of the telescope, gesturing to Sappho to do the same. "Sun Chaser was a guard who had fallen madly in love with my sister. In an effort to attract her attention, he would volunteer for the most dangerous missions, and went on many epic quests across Equestria. He became a hero and was showered with accolades and titles, but Celestia never saw him as more than a faithful servant.

"It all came to a head when Sun Chaser stole the Idol of Boreas from the Griffons and presented it to her, along with a truly awful love poem." Luna chuckled as a fond smile graced her muzzle. "I do not think I have ever heard of eyes being compared to grapes before, nor do I want to ever again."

Sappho gasped. "Oh no! What happened then?"

"After Celestia rebuked him for risking war with the Griffons, she then explained to him in no uncertain terms that she would never desire him as he did her." Luna wrapped one foreleg around Sappho. "It was heartbreaking to watch, but necessary all the same."

"How sad," Sappho murmured, leaning into the embrace. "What happened to him afterwards?"

Luna smiled as she pulled her closer. "Fortunately, this story has a happy ending. The Griffons respected the skill and strength he displayed when he took the Idol, and returning it helped forge new diplomatic ties between our nations that continue to this day.

"As for Sun Chaser himself, one Griffon hen in particular was most enamoured with him, and he eventually married her and settled in their Empire."

"And did he still pine for Princess Celestia?"

"I spoke to him about it many years later," Luna said, the weight of centuries returning once again to her voice. "He told me that Fate had ordained his desire for my sister, but he had chosen to love his wife."

Then a mischievous glint washed those years away, as Luna lowered her head to whisper into Sappho's ear. "Regardless, after he passed, I placed his image in the stars to remind my sister how utterly horrid she was at seeing when somepony was infatuated with her."

Sappho laughed and turned her head to kiss Luna. "That reminds me of the story of Echo and Narcissus. You see, Echo was a nymph..."

Time ceased to exist as Sappho and Luna shared stories of their realms with each other under the night sky, the warm summer breeze drifting lazily across the platform. Every so often, they'd stop to stare through the telescope at the stars, and would point out constellations to each other. It was a perfect moment of blissful union, and Sappho wished it never had to end.

At one point, in between sharing a kiss that had Sappho feeling lightheaded and Sappho telling the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, Luna extricated herself from their embrace, a hesitant look crossing her face.

"I had another purpose for bringing you here tonight," she said. "There is something I wished to give you. A gift I have been working on for some time."

"You don't have to give me anything," Sappho replied, shaking her head. "I did not become your lover for fineries."

"And that is exactly why you deserve the finest this land has to offer." Luna's horn glowed as she conjured up a medium-sized box and opened it with her magic.

Sappho gasped as she beheld its contents.

Attached to a plain silver chain, a pearl-and-amethyst pendant in the shape of Luna's crescent moon cutie mark sat on a velvet cushion. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and Sappho's eyes hungrily devoured every perfect line and curve and facet of the masterwork.

"Beautiful," she whispered, barely able to bring herself to touch such a vision of artistry.

"There's more," Luna said. "Pick it up and hold it out in the light of the moon."

Sappho did as instructed, gripping the necklace by the chain. As soon as the moonlight fell upon the pendant, the pearl facsimile began to give off a soft glow. Sappho stared at it, enraptured, her mouth dry and her heart pounding at the sight.

"I cannot accept this," Sappho said finally. "This is a treasure fit for a queen."

"That it is," Luna said, taking the necklace in her hooves. "And as the Princess of the Night, I can give it to whomever I see fit." She paused, looking mortally uncertain once again. "I understand if you do not wish to wear such an obvious symbol of mine on your person, but I think the ponies know how much you mean to me as a friend, and would not find it odd."

Sappho stared at the necklace. Its luminescence was hypnotizing, and Sappho found herself lulled into a contemplative state. She thought of Luna, and of love and choice and Fate. She was here for a reason, and even if she intended on leaving one day, she had a choice in how she wished to spend her time here, and after.

Finally, just as Luna's face began to fall, she reached out and took the necklace. "No," she said. "There will be no need for deception." She placed the necklace over her head, feeling complete for the first time in her life as the pendant slid into place around her neck. "Let everyone see to whom my heart belongs to.

"I love you, Luna." Oh, how easy it was to say those words! And how joyous it was to her heart to say it! "Even when I return to my realm, I will not submit to be any other's. You shall be the only one to share in my heart and my body."

Luna's eyes sparkled with tears. "And I thought my gift was thoughtful," she said with a choking laugh. "You have given me something of value beyond all the jewels in my vault, and I shall treasure it for all eternity. Thank you, Sappho of Lesbos." There was nothing else they could do but embrace after that heartfelt exchange, as Sappho and her Princess laughed and cried and celebrated in the bright future of their union.

The rest of the night passed by in even greater joy, and when it was finally time to return to the Castle, Sappho stopped Luna before she could charge her teleportation spell.

"We don't have to go directly to my room," she said. "We have nothing to hide, now."

Luna smiled. "Indeed."

Her horn glowed and the pair vanished, but instead of reappearing in her familiar room, Sappho found herself standing at the main entrance of the Castle.

Luna nudged her with her barrel. "Are you ready?"

Sappho gulped. "I— I suppose." Reality swiftly descended upon her as she realized that she'd be announcing that she was bedding the ruler of a nation. There would be objections, and judgements, and other expectations which she might not be able to meet.

Sappho turned to look at Luna, and found her expression serene and joyous. She took strength in the strong mare beside her, and stepped forward.

"Halt, who goes there?" the guard at the gate cried out.

"Peace, Shieldbearer, it is your Princess of the Night and her lover." Luna stepped forwards, Sappho trailing behind her.

There was a moment of silence as they approached the guard and Luna nuzzled Sappho affectionately. Sappho saw the guard's stoic demeanour crack at the sight, his eyes widening in surprise and his jaw dropping slightly. She waited an endless moment in tense anxiety as she awaited his next reaction.

Shieldbearer quickly regained his composure and saluted at Luna. "Princess Luna, my apologies for delaying you," he said, showing no signs of acknowledging Sappho.

"Do not apologize for doing your duty," Luna replied. "May we pass?"

"Of course." There was an awkward pause as Shieldbearer finally looked at Sappho. "Princess, may I have permission to speak freely?"

"You may." The dangerous edge in Luna's tone clearly indicated that he was not as free as her words sounded.

Shieldbearer ignored her demeanour, his muzzle breaking out in a wide grin. "It's about time the two of you revealed your relationship! We've been waiting for weeks!"

Both Sappho and Luna both stared at him in shock. "You knew?" Sappho asked as she was the first to recover.

"The whole Castle knows!" Shieldbearer replied. "Glaze Roast has been preparing a congratulatory meal for the past week, and Rose Gown has been complaining about how hard it is to pretend not to notice the looks you give each other. All the staff, at least, will be overjoyed and relieved to have this secret out in the open."

Sappho blushed, but when she turned to Luna she found her grinning as well. "Well, thank you for the support, Shieldbearer," she finally managed to say. "Please, have a good night."

"You as well, Lady Sappho, Princess Luna." Shieldbearer bowed as he schooled his expression back to neutrality and opened the gate.

Princess and mortal stepped through the threshold, and headed towards Luna's tower.

"I feel somewhat cheated at all the stress I've endured in trying to hide our dalliance," Sappho said, pouting.

Luna laughed. "The benefit of age and experience is that one learns to take such things in stride. By tomorrow, you too will be laughing at the lengths we went to in order to keep our secret."

"I'm never going to get the smell of hay out of my hair," Sappho grumbled as they passed by some of the maid staff.

"Welcome home, Princess," one of the maids, Broomstick, said. Then she saw how Sappho had one arm wrapped around Luna's neck in an affectionate embrace. "Are you—?"

"I have been informed that this is not a surprise," Luna said with a snort. "Go on, spread the news far and wide. I know how much this gossip is worth." To punctuate her remark, she pressed a kiss against Sappho, seeming to delight in embarrassing her and making her cheeks redden.

Broomstick tittered at the sight. "It shall be as you command, Princess," she said with mock solemnity. Then her eyes settled on Sappho, radiating joy and kindness. "Welcome home, Lady Sappho. Shall we have your things moved to Princess Luna's room?"

Luna spoke, saving Sappho the trouble of having to answer. "Yes, if she wills it." She turned to Sappho for confirmation.

Sappho nodded mutely. "Thank you," she finally managed to say, an avalanche of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "Truly."

"It is our pleasure and our honour, Lady Sappho. May you have many happy years together." With that, Broomstick took her leave, and Sappho and Luna continued on their way to her new room.

"And you doubted that the staff adored you," Luna said, amused. There was definitely a swagger to her trot, and Sappho couldn't help but stare at her rump as it swished back and forth.

"I'm sure the nobles will sing a different tune," she replied.

"Hah! And whose opinion do you value more?"

Sappho bowed her head. "You make an excellent point."

Luna tilted her head up haughtily. "Naturally. I am the Goddess of the Night, and my wisdom is without peer."

"I would be honoured to kneel before the altar of your wisdom, and worship as you see fit," Sappho said, her voice growing husky as they reached the door of Luna's chamber.

"Your devotion is appreciated, my love."

Sometime later, after Sappho had satisfied Luna with her service, and Luna had repaid her a hundredfold with pleasure, Sappho stumbled over to Luna's writing desk, and picked up her quill.

"I see I am not enough to lure you away from your craft," Luna mused from the bed, her ethereal mane adorably tousled in a way that Sappho did not know was possible for a magical construct.

"Worry not, my princess. Each word I write will hold you in their letters. Now, and forever." Sappho unfurled a scroll of parchment and, with a song in her heart, wrote her poem for the night.

How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,—
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And harmless shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!

For I am eager, and the flame of life
Burns quickly in the fragile lamp of clay.
Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon
And patient shine of everlasting stars.

LXXXVII

"Have you seen Luna today?"

Celestia glanced up from her cup of tea at the question. "When I awoke this morning, yes," she replied in her usual neutrally pleasant tone. "She was just heading to bed herself, and bid me to have a good day."

"I see." Sappho swirled her own tea around mindlessly, staring blankly at the swirling patterns that formed. "I have scarce seen her in these past three days."

"She has been occupied with her duties." That same enigmatic expression that revealed nothing rested on Celestia's muzzle. "Reports have recently come in of raids on pony settlements in the south, and there are rumours of a threat against Canterlot. My sister has been working tirelessly to try and safeguard the kingdom."

"I know. Luna mentioned it in passing several days ago. And yet, she still found some time to speak with me. Recently, I have only seen her when I awaken with her still asleep in our bed." It was a testament to how worried she was that Sappho didn't even blush at the mention of sharing a bed with Luna. "She has not even visited any of my dreams!"

"I am sure she will be more attentive to you in time," Celestia said. "She loves you dearly, as you love her, and would not wish to part with you for long."

Sappho's eyes narrowed. "She's avoiding me." It was a statement, not a question. In the past three months, with Luna's help, she'd learned to recognize when the Solar Princess was hiding something. "And you know the reason why." There had been the smallest hitch in her voice when she had spoken, a hesitation that betrayed her.

Celestia sighed. "You are far too perceptive sometimes, Sappho."

That was as much of an admission of guilt as she would get. "Will you tell me the reason, then?" Had she done something wrong? Sappho wracked her mind to recall if any of their times together had gone sour, but as far as she knew, they'd been living in relative bliss since announcing their love to the world. Had one of the nobles finally gotten to her?

"It is not mine to tell," Celestia replied. "But let me first ask you a question: how much do you love my sister?"

"I would do anything for her," Sappho replied immediately. "I would fight for her, though I doubt she needs a protector, and I would die for her, if necessary." Was Celestia doubting her love? Was Luna doubting their love?

"Anything, is it?" A sad expression flashed across Celestia's face before she could hide it. "Very well, then. I suppose we shall put that to the test. You will find her holding sentry on the top of the West Tower. I hope you can have the courage to follow your heart."

With that, Celestia set her tea down, and rose from her seat, a clear sign that Sappho's audience with her was at an end. Sappho needed no further prompting, bowing quickly to her before nearly running out the door.

Her heart raced as she ascended the steps of the West Tower. Celestia's words didn't seem to indicate that Luna was in any danger, but something had led Luna to avoid her. There was no possibility that she doubted her fidelity, and Sappho had thought that she had shown her love for her princess time and time again.

Every night for the past month they had shared in each other's bodies, and slept in the same bed. They took their meals together whenever possible, and Sappho did her best to grace Luna with poems that pleased her while Luna showered her with affection and experiences beyond mortal capacity.

Sappho pressed a palm against the crescent moon pendant at her neck as she ran, taking comfort in its presence. No, she loved Luna, and Luna loved her. Whatever storm was coming they would weather together. Of this, she had no doubts.

Finally, she reached the top of the tower. Already, night had fallen, and her necklace glowed once again with the familiar light of the moon.

Similarly, the love of her life stood radiant in the rays of her celestial orb, staring out at something beyond reality itself with distant eyes. She flinched as Sappho approached her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, refusing to face her.

"I came looking for you," Sappho replied coolly. "We haven't spoken in days."

"I fear a grave threat looms against Equestria," Luna replied. "Only I can protect my ponies from it."

"I would never seek to stand between you and your duties." Sappho took another step forwards. "But this is more than that. You are avoiding me, and it puts me ill at ease."

Luna said nothing, and Sappho reached out to stroke her mane. Luna flinched, and Sappho pulled her hand back as if burned. "Please," she pleaded, "tell me what truly troubles you. We made a vow to love one another, and I shall stand by you no matter what trial you face. But do not leave me alone in the dark, I beg of you."

Finally, Luna sighed. "The scholars studying your journey to this realm made a breakthrough. The Veil Magic that surrounds you did more than bring you here; it keeps you anchored in this realm as well. If we remove the magic, you will be flung back to your home."

Numerous emotions flashed through Sappho at the revelation. Joy, at the prospect of finally seeing her home and her family again, of celebrating Larichus' birthday and ruffling his hair as if he was still a boy. Fear, at not knowing if such a return journey would be safe, and whether she would be stranded in yet another strange realm. And finally, anger, at Luna selfishly keeping this knowledge — her home — from her.

"How could you," she hissed, tears of betrayal blurring her vision. "I thought I could trust you to be honest with me."

"It is more complicated than that." Finally, Luna turned to face Sappho, tears forming in her eyes as well. "Removing the Veil Magic will send you back to your home, but we still do not know where that is, and without you to study, we would have no way to make progress in that endeavour. Should you choose to leave, I could not follow you or bring you back, and we could be separated forever."

Sappho's heart fell.

How could the gods be so cruel? To rip her away from her home and send her to her heart's desire, only to force her to choose between the two. How could she turn her back on her home, and her family, and the realm from which she hailed?

And how could she break Luna's heart, and her own, by leaving?

"I always knew our union would not last forever." Luna seemed desperate to fill the silence that hung between them. "Unlike your gods, I have no power to grant immortality to those I favour. I have learned in my many years to accept that all things must pass, and to enjoy what is instead of what will be. But I did not think I would lose you so soon.

"I only wished to have an extra day with you before I had to say goodbye. And then one day turned into two, and I could not bear to face you anymore, to know that this time would be the last I saw your face."

Knowing that Luna had also been caught between love and duty lessened the loneliness that enshrouded Sappho's heart, but it did not lessen the burden of her choice. In desperation, she sent out a silent plea to the gods, to ask Artemis what her purposes was, to entreat Apollo for a sliver of his Prophecy so that she might know the right path to tread, to entreat Hermes to for a miracle that would allow her to live in both worlds.

No response came. Sappho was alone in this world, abandoned by those she had worshipped.

But that meant that she was not bound by their wills either. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos no longer held her string of Fate, and she was free to choose her path.

She looked up into the endlessly deep eyes of the Princess of the Moon, and saw that she already mourned her imminent loss. Her lover, whom she had pledged to bring joy to, now stood in misery as she awaited Sappho's judgement.

And what of the others? Celestia would surely be sad to see her go, to say nothing of the sadness she would bear on behalf of her sister. Glaze Roast, Clean Sweep, Tender Heart, Shieldbearer, and so many more had opened their hearts to her, making every effort to make the Castle feel like home.

In the short time she had lived here, they had become her family as well.

Sappho looked down at the pendant around her neck, glowing with the Moon's magic. And she remembered why she had sought out Luna in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, she made her decision.

"I understand your fear," she said, reaching out to cup Luna's face with her hand. She needed to feel the warmth of her fur, to remind herself that Luna was a real mare of flesh and blood, one who needed her as much as Sappho needed Luna. "And I forgive you for your reticence. In truth, I would likely have done the same.

"I have a duty to my family, one that I cannot neglect. But since I arrived in this strange new land with nothing to my name but the clothes on my back, the ponies of Equestria have taken me in and made me one of their own. The servants have made themselves my family.

"And so have you."

Hope flashed in Luna's eyes at Sappho's words, and as her despair begin to lift, Sappho knew in her heart that she had made the right choice.

"I must stay with my family," Sappho said, leaning over to press a quick kiss against Luna's lips, savouring the feel and taste of her. "I hope to return to my home one day, but not until I can be sure I will not be parted from you. Whether that takes a day or decade, I shall wait, if you would have me."

Luna's eyes widened as that small hope blossomed into something truly radiant. "It may come to pass that we shall never find another way to send you home," she warned, caution still clouding her tone.

"Then so be it. I would rather suffer from homesickness for the rest of my life than be parted from you."

Luna frowned. "Be very sure of your words, Sappho of Lesbos. I do not think I shall ever have the strength to let you go again. If you choose to stay, I shall do all I can to keep you here. Like your gods, I am possessive of what is mine, and will not yield unless forced."

"I know, and I love you all the more for it." At this, the pair embraced, reaffirming their union and sharing a silent promise to be with each other forever more.

As they broke apart, Sappho smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot!" she said, reaching into her chiton. "There is something I have been meaning to give to you for the past few days, but, well..." she trailed off awkwardly.

Luckily, Luna was in possession of more wit than her at the moment. "I regret my cowardice even more, then, if it delayed the deliverance of a gift from you," she said with a glimmer of humour. "I am eager to see what you have for me."

"I wanted to give you something like what you gave me last month, when we stood under the stars and first professed our love." Sappho pulled out a jewellery box and opened it for Luna. "I don't have a cutie mark like you ponies do, but I thought a quill was an appropriate symbol for myself."

Luna nodded. "It suits you," she said as she stared at the quill-shaped pendant formed from pearl and amethyst, just like the necklace she had given Sappho. "And this fine masterpiece suits me as your lover."

"There's more," Sappho picked up the pendant, her hands shaking. "I— I talked to Arcane Focus about providing some enchantment on the pendant, like what you did with mine. As you said, we cannot have forever, and one day I shall be forced to move on into the realm of Hades. When that happens, I want you to have something to remember me by."

"I shall never forget you, my love." Luna clasped the pendant around her neck, and gasped, her eyes becoming clouded. "Sappho—?"

"Arcane Focus helped me put a measure of myself into the gem, using some enchantment I do not fully understand. But I believe you carry now a piece of my soul, and with it, a copy of some of my memories."

"I do indeed." Luna's horn glowed as she probed the pendant. "Yes, that is what I felt. If I just— there."

Her lips parted, and her breathing grew heavy. "You little minx!" Luna exclaimed to Sappho's delight. "Our first night together? Truly?"

"I wished you to know how I was yours completely, in every way," Sappho replied coyly.

Luna smiled. "I shall have to peruse these memories quite thoroughly in time." Her eyes blazed with desire, and Sappho's knees went weak at the sight. "But for now, I would rather make more memories with you."

Sappho gasped as Luna's magic surrounded her and lifted her onto her true love's back. "I have been a poor lover to you these past three days," she declared as she spread her magnificent wings. "How would you like to see Cloudsdale with your very own eyes?"

A warm caress of Luna's neck was Sappho's answer. "I would like that very much, Luna."

Sometime later, when they were exhausted from the night's exertions and preparing to go to bed, Sappho sat at the writing desk which she now called her own.

She had sacrificed much today, and still her heart ached for the gentle shores of Lesbos. But she had gained so much as well. A promise of eternity with a mare who deserved the title of goddess in every way. A family who would stand by her even if she was not of their blood. And a kingdom of love and night built by the one whom she had given her heart to.

With a final prayer of thanks to her gods for bringing her here, Sappho picked up her quill and wrote.

Ye who have the stable world
In the keeping of your hands.
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with wondrous things
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved
Immortality of love!"

C

"May I open my eyes yet?"

"Patience, my love. Good things shall come, in time."

"Unlike some, I do not have centuries to spend waiting."

"Only a few moments more... there. Now you may open them."

"You know, you could have simply teleported me wherever this surprise is, instead of teleporting me part of the way and then making me walk across this... cave?"

"See for yourself."

Sappho's vision took a few moments to adjust to the dim light around her, but when it did, a gasp escaped from her lips at the sight before her.

Indeed, they were standing in a vast cavern, with jagged rocky walls surrounding them that glistened in the light of the moon that filtered in from a small hole in the ceiling. Infinitely complex protrusions of crystal captured and redistributed the illumination to cover the whole area, aided by the light from a single lantern hanging by a pier.

A pier that led out to a gentle river the flowed through the centre of the cave, its waters as dark as Styx itself. To Sappho's amazement, two small trees grew in a patch of grass next to the river, their boughs intertwined in a beautiful embrace as they basked in the moonlight directly overhead them.

It was a scene out of a story, and capped off perfectly by the small wooden table filled with fruits and grains and other foods.

"I decided to take some inspiration from the tales you told me," Luna said proudly as she led Sappho to the table. "This cave was used as a secret entrance and exit to Canterlot in times of old, and I kept it maintained as a retreat for myself. With a little work, I managed to create a scene that I think will please you well."

"The river Styx," Sappho whispered, recognition dawning in her mind. "The lantern of Hero and Leander. The twin trees of Philemon and Baucis."

Looking down at the table, she smiled. "And of course, Hades luring Persephone into his realm." Sappho picked up a pomegranate seed from the table placed it in her mouth, showing off each slow movement of her body for Luna as she did so.

Luna sucked in a quick breath at the sight, to Sappho's delight. "I hoped you would appreciate it," she said as they both took their seats.

"It's beautiful," Sappho replied simply. "Almost as beautiful as you." They shared a quick kiss, Sappho revelling in the fact that she could be intimate with Luna any time she wanted without judgement. "So, what is the occasion?" she asked. "I do not recall any feast-days falling around this time."

"Do I need an excuse to dazzle my beloved?" Luna's playful smirk lit up her whole face, and Sappho could have stared at her lover all night and been satisfied without ever taking a bite of her meal. "Though, there is one milestone we might celebrate. Today is the hundredth day since you arrived here in Equestria, and graced me with your presence."

"Has it?" Sappho tried to remember the day she arrived, but her accounting of time had never been the best. "In truth, the days have flown by so quickly, and yet it feels like I have known you for a lifetime."

"Those are my sentiments as well," Luna replied. "My life has changed so quickly since your arrival that I can scarce believe the sort of pony I was not four months prior. Before that fateful meeting in the gardens, I was a bitter, jealous sister who had neglected my duties to stew in the gloom of my loneliness."

Eyes of night blue glimmered in gratitude as Luna continued to speak. "And now? The world is brighter than I have even seen it, and not just because you wear that pendant still around your neck."

Instinctively, Sappho reached for the object in question. She had grown accustomed to its presence, and now felt bereft of a part of herself when she was parted from it for too long unless Luna was beside her to shower her with mischievous and titillating attentions.

"I was a shackled woman," Sappho said in response, her heart warming as she and Luna shared a gaze filled with so much love that Aphrodite would have envied them. "The Muses had left me barren of wit, and I could not write a single word with passion. I thought I was fated to spend my days with a man I could not love, to bear children and waste away in a pale imitation of life.

"But then I was blessed by the gods themselves, and by some power beyond mortal reckoning was I brought here to this realm of Harmony and Love. Since then, I have been inflamed by passion, and each night, I have found the wisdom and wit to compose a new poem to this wonderful, amazing, divine world."

Sappho reached out to stroke Luna's coat. "And I have found love. My heart soars as it never has before, and I have heard music worthy of the gods themselves. I never thought I would be worthy of the affections of a goddess, yet here I stand before you, as Psyche did before Eros, in this stygian cavern. And, as Persephone to Hades, I wish to be with you always, no matter what forces might seek to drive us apart."

To seal that oath, she ate another pomegranate seed, and saw Luna do the same. The princess then picked up a goblet of wine, raising it into the air. "A toast, then," she said, "to making one's own choices, and to freedom from the shackles of Fate."

"To freedom." With the toast finished, the pair dug into their meals, the conversation flowing seamlessly into discussions of the day's news.

Luna spoke of the addition of Cross Stitch's tapestry from the Mistmane Festival to the Palace in Everfree, and Sappho expressed her excitement at visiting the capital city of Equestria. Clean Sweep was pregnant with her second foal, which led to a discussion about expanding the now centuries-old nursery to deal with the increased staff population.

It was delightfully mundane, and at the end of the meal, Sappho found herself lured into a blissful stupor. "The kitchen has outdone itself this time," she commented as she finished off the last of the grains in her bowl. "I feel as if I have drunk ambrosia and eaten at the tables of Mount Olympus itself."

A sheepish smile crossed Luna's muzzle. "I tried my hoof at cooking for tonight, but within five minutes Glaze Roast had forcefully seized control of his domain back. And when they heard why I had wished to make you a meal by hoof this night, they were all too happy to use the best of everything they had in the cellars."

"Oh, so there is a special occasion tonight!"

"Indeed." Luna stood up and walked around the table, determination evident in every step of her trot. "Sappho of Lesbos, in the many centuries that I have walked this land, I have never met a being as worthy of love as you. Your wisdom pierced through the veil of my loneliness, a feat not even mine immortal sister could achieve. Each night, my spirit stirs in excitement at the prospect of listening to your wit and verse.

"You are a boon companion, one whom I can share my hopes and fears with in total confidence. I walk the World of Dreams each night, and yet your imagination enthrals me as you spin your tales. Your kindness is an example to us all, and your beauty is without peer."

Sappho's heart pounded as her lover approached closer, the previous hesitation in her eyes disappearing and being replaced with a fierce fire. "Luna?" she whispered, a faint suspicion giving rise to a bud of hope within her heart.

Luna's horn glowed, and a moment later a small box appeared from the aether. "There is no one else I wish to walk the path of Life besides. You have already promised me an Eternity of love, Sappho of Lesbos." The box opened, revealing the glittering sapphire ring inside. "Will you do me the honour of standing beside me as my wife?"

Sappho's heart bloomed with joy. "Yes," she whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "Yes, I will. Oh, Luna, how I love thee."

They embraced, and neither human nor pony needed to speak, for they knew in their hearts the depths of their love for one another. And now, all the world would know that Sappho of Lesbos belonged to Princess Luna of Equestria, body, mind, and soul.

"My most sincere congratulations!"

Luna and Sappho both stiffened as a loud male voice echoed within the cavern. They quickly disengaged and turned around wildly to seek the source, Luna's horn already lit up and danger radiating from her entire body. "Show yourself!" she ordered, every inch a wroth Princess of Equestria. "I will not suffer a spy within my domain!"

"Oh, Luna, is that any way to address an old friend?"

Luna's eyes widened as footsteps sounded out from behind them. Sappho turned around and saw a massive centaur — easily twice her height — trotting towards them. Power and malevolence infused every step, and despite standing next to the Princess of the Night, Sappho felt fear chill her spine.

"Tirek," Luna hissed, stepping in front of Sappho. "I knew they wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of breaking into Tartarus for some lesser monsters. So you're the one who has been raiding the frontier towns?"

"It is not my way to hide in the shadows, but after you banished me to Tartarus I had to regain my power before I took my vengeance." Tirek's horns lit up with a sickly red glow. "We were going to use this tunnel to stage our surprise assault on the city, but now that you've so carelessly delivered yourself into my hooves, I think I'll simply take your power and use it to crush your sister while you watch."

His cruel eyes shifted over from Luna to Sappho, who had to draw every ounce of strength from Luna that she could to remain standing and not run away. "And I suppose I shall have to deal with your fiancée as well." Genuine curiosity seemed to flash across his expression. "In all my time on this world, I have never seen a creature such as you. I look forward to discovering what kind of power you hold that allowed you to seduce the Princess of the Night when I drain it from your soul."

"You shall not touch her!" Sappho had seen demonstrations of Luna's magical prowess before, but nothing compared to the bolt of pure moonlight that she now fired from her horn, straight at Tirek's heart. Tirek raised a shield of magic to defend himself, and Luna took the opportunity to charge him, leaping into the air with a combination of her Earth Pony and Pegasus traits. In response, Tirek raised a fist to strike her, and the battle between the Titans of Equestria began.

As physical might and ethereal magic clashed within the walls of stone, Sappho began to slowly back away, not wanting to draw the attention of either. This was a battle of beings far beyond her mortal self, and she had to trust that her Goddess of the Night would prevail as her champion.

Unfortunately, Luna was being beaten back by Tirek's repeated assault, which drove her closer towards Sappho. A stray bolt of red fire caught her in the side, causing her to stagger.

"This will be much easier for you if you give in now," Tirek said as he approached the flagging mare, flames wreathed around his right fist. "You are only making things worse for yourself and your lover. Or do you wish for her to watch you meet the fate she shall soon meet?"

"You shall not touch her!" Darkness swirled around Luna, blotting out most of what little light illuminated the cavern. A dread chill coursed down Sappho's spine as tendrils of inky blackness seeped into Luna's coat, darkening it. Her eyes closed as fangs grew from her muzzle, sharp and ready to rend flesh from bone.

Luna opened her eyes, and Sappho reeled in terror at the slitted, inhuman gaze of her goddess. There was no love in those eyes, only darkness and anger, and some base part of Sappho's mind gibbered away in horror, pleading with her to run from this monster that had once been her fiancée.

Even Tirek seemed taken aback, surprise flitting across his expression before he schooled it back into a haughty mask. "You parlour tricks will not impress me, Luna," he said. "I am made of sterner stuff than your subjects."

Luna laughed, and it was awful. "Oh, Tirek," she purred, her voice layering on it itself in an alien fashion. "You cannot even begin to imagine the power I wield."

Her horn glowed, and black lightning struck Tirek square in the chest, cutting through his shield like a sword through papyrus. Tirek grunted and backed away, firing his own salvo of magic in response.

This time, when the fight was re-engaged, it was savage. Luna was a creature drawn from the worst nightmares of ponies, biting and slashing and creating abominable magical constructs that defied sanity to aid in her fight, shadows and Chaos twisting and writhing against Tirek's onslaught.

The air turned cold, and Sappho felt as if she was suffocating. Truly, she had been right. A mortal such as her could not even stand in the presence of such horror for too long.

Fortunately, the dark powers Luna had called upon was turning the tide of battle, and hesitation appeared to be cracking through Tirek's cocky exterior as he was driven further and further back.

After one particularly vicious exchange of lightning blasts, Tirek and Luna both staggered back, panting with exertion. "You are stronger than I remembered, Luna," Tirek said between breaths.

"It has been many centuries since we last fought," Luna replied haughtily, black magic still seeping out from her frame. "If you surrender now, I shall make your death quick and mostly painless."

"How generous of you." Tirek scoffed. "Still, you forget that I possess knowledge of the most advanced unicorn spells, and the power to cast them. For example..." His horn glowed once again, and Luna's stance shifted in response.

But instead of an attack, Tirek vanished from sight. Sappho had less than a second to realize that he had teleported before his dread voice sounded out from behind her. "Short-range teleportation is most useful when one needs leverage in a fight."

Sappho had no way to stop Tirek from grabbing her from behind with his massive arms. He lifted her roughly into the air despite her kicking and shouting and held her in front of his chest, forcing her to stare ahead as Luna's eyes widened.

"Now, shall we discuss the terms of your surrender?"

The darkness fled from Luna, shadows dissolving into the aether as her coat regained its blue tint. She gazed at Sappho with normal, terrified eyes. "You fiend!" she snarled at Triek, her voice also returning to normal as she stomped angrily against the ground. "Release her! She has no part in this fight."

"Oh, Luna," Tirek chided, "you are still so naive. You made her a part of this conflict when you made her your lover, and now she shall have to pay the price for your perfidy." His grip on Sappho tightened, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Of course, if you but gave me what I desired, I would have no need to harm your beloved."

Tirek extended a hand towards Luna. "Submit to have your magic drained by me, and I shall release the human."

Hesitation and anguish flashed in Luna's eyes. Terror coursed through Sappho as resignation slowly dawned on her lover's features, and she knew what choice the Princess of the Night was going to make. The passionate and irrational nature that Sappho so loved in her was going to lead to the downfall of Equestria, and there was no doubt in Sappho's mind that Luna would make the trade. That could not come to pass.

Sappho would not be used as a weapon against her beloved.

Tirek appeared to believe that she possessed some great power. She could use that false assumption against him. Her mind quickly sifted through options until she found one that could work, and before she could truly contemplate the consequences of her actions, she cried out to Luna. "Don't do it! He cannot harm me while I still have my magic!"

That confused Luna long enough to prevent her from taking any rash action. At the same time, a cruel smile twisted Tirek's lips. "Oh? Well, I suppose I should deal with that first, then."

Realization dawned in Luna's eyes as Tirek opened his mouth. "No!" she cried out, horror etched onto her expression. "She lies! She has no magic for you to take!"

Tirek's eyes narrowed. "I can taste the power that emanates from her," he said. "It is weaker than I thought, but once I strip it away from her, you shall have no choice but to submit to me."

As Tirek's jaw widened, Sappho felt something being ripped from her soul. It didn't physically hurt, but an immense sense of loss that threatened to drown her in darkness clawed at her mind as a silver light drained out from her body.

The world began to grow hazy and indistinct around Sappho, like she was trapped in a dream that was fading away. Her last sight before Equestria vanished from her senses was of Luna's sorrowful expression as she desperately galloped over towards her, shouting her name in a voice that was carried away by some arcane wind. Sappho could only mouth a silent "I love you" before she was spirited away in a violent storm of magic and colour.

When the world reassembled itself, Sappho found herself lying on a cold stone floor. As the edge of battle wore off from her mind, tears began to form in her eyes.

She had done what was necessary to save her love. Luna would have sacrificed her magic and her life for Sappho, and Sappho could not have allowed that. She had no doubts that, without her presence as a distraction, Luna would triumph over Tirek, and safeguard her realm from his threat. She would continue to serve as Equestria's Princess and Guardian.

But she would have to do it alone.

"I'm sorry," Sappho whispered between choking sobs. "I'm so sorry, Luna. I promised you the rest of my life, but it seems I could not escape the clutches of Fate."

She looked around and found that she was lying in the same temple of Artemis that she had last stood in, before her life had been transformed. The statue of the goddess stood imposing over her, its cold, stone face harsh and uncaring. Beside her, the alicorn statue that looked so much like Luna also stared ahead with dead eyes.

A bitter laugh escaped her as her memories sliced her heart to pieces. What a fool she was to expect her story to end in anything but tragedy! Mortals were not meant to stand beside gods, and Sappho would now pay the price for her hubris.

"Sappho? By the gods, is that you?"

Sappho looked up towards the source of the familiar voice, and found Charaxus running towards her. It was a sight she'd longed for these past three months, but in this moment, she could only take comfort in knowing that she wasn't alone.

She embraced her brother, crying freely into his tunic. "Oh, Charaxus," she sobbed, "I know not how I can continue."

"Shh," he whispered, patting her gently on her back. "All shall be well. You are home now."

Home. This was not her home, not anymore. She had chosen Equestria, chosen Luna even as it had ripped her heart in half and yet mended it whole. Sappho cried harder, and silently thanked Charaxus for allowing her to do so without interruption.

Finally, when the sharp anguish had faded to a dull ache in her heart, and she felt as if she could stand again, she broke away from her brother, wiping the tears from her eyes. "How long have I been gone?" she asked. "And how did you know where to find me?"

"It has been over three months, since you were taken from us," Charaxus said. "There was a storm of divine fire around this temple then, and when we saw another one forming today, we came here hoping for the best."

He smiled at her, and the smile pierced her heart with anguish. "We thought you lost forever, sister, but it seems the gods have smiled upon us today. Where were you? Erigyius said he saw you sucked into some other realm."

Sappho thought back to the imposing peaks of Mount Canter, and of the shining jewel of a city that sat near its top. "Mount Olympus," she said simply, for that was what it must have been. "The gods took an interest in my poetry." Also true. Luna and Celestia had both delighted in her verses.

Her brother grinned. "Truly? You must have some grand stories to tell, then. Will you be returning to the heavens?"

At that, Sappho's tears returned. "I cannot," she whispered. "The Fates have decreed that I shall not return." She fingered the pendant around her neck. "I have but this token from them as remembrance."

A sympathetic look crossed Charaxus' face. "I cannot imagine what it must be like to return here after living on Mount Olympus," he said, "but we shall endeavour to remind you that this is your home."

He placed an arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into him, drawing on his strength. "Thank you, brother," she said, though her heart was still elsewhere with a beautiful and wondrous Princess of the Night.

Charaxus simply nodded. "Are you prepared to leave this place?" he asked. "There is a crowd outside that will wish to hear your story."

"I cannot stay here forever." Sappho began walking towards the exit. "Let us go."

As Charaxus had said, most of the city seemed to be waiting outside for her. Her father and other brothers held off the crowds while she told her tale.

She spoke of the mountain that reached to the Heavens, and of the magical creatures that lived there. The griffons, the dragons, the children of Pegasus. She spoke of divine power being used to summon food and drink and riches at will, and of the two goddesses who had been her patrons.

Some details had to be changed, of course. Luna became Artemis and Celestia donned Apollo's name, and mentions of speaking creatures as more than oddities were purged, but the core of her narrative, about her finding a place in this magical realm, stayed the same.

There were some who doubted her story, but as the moon rose and her pendant began to glow with Luna's enchantment, they came to believe her. Sappho's mind raced as she spun her tale, making sure that it sounded true to her audience's ears.

It was a blessed task that she had taken upon herself, for it kept her mind busy and unable to dwell on the magnitude of what she had lost this day. Long into the night did Sappho speak, until the crowds dispersed and returned to their homes to rest.

Sappho endured the well-wishes and tearful reunions with her family as best she could, but breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she was allowed to go to her room to rest for the night.

When she saw the writing materials someone had supplied for her on her desk, she wept once again, the sorrow of being untimely ripped away from Luna slicing her heart to pieces. She knew that Luna would not want her to mourn, would want her to move on and to find happiness once again, but she could not see a way out of the darkness. Her light — her Moon — was gone, sacrificed in a desperate attempt to save her true love.

A lifetime of loneliness and loss awaited her now, and Sappho would have to learn to be strong without Luna. But first, she needed to make sure that this realm knew how wonderful her Princess of the Night was.

Sappho picked up the quill, and began to write once again the words that flowed out from her shattered heart.

I loved thee, Luna, in the long ago,
When the great oleanders were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of moon.
And we would often at the rise of dawn
Wander together by the silver stream,
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the dawning light.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb magnificence of love,—
The loneliness that saddens solitude,
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,—
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release
Within the temple of the holy night.
O Luna, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair perished summer on the mountains!

CDLI

"The moon is set.
And the Pleiades.
It’s the middle of the night.
Time passes.
But I sleep alone."

The room was silent for several seconds after Sappho finished reciting her poem. No one seemed to know what to say and, in truth, Sappho did not truly care what they thought of it anyways.

Finally, Cleïs spoke. "It never ceases to astound me how you can evoke such raw emotion with your words week after week. I think my heart will never be the same after your haunting recitations. It was as if I had lost my true love, and pined for her — I mean, him — like a man trapped in the desert desires water."

"Thank you for the kind words." What little emotion in Sappho's words was forced, though the other women in the circle didn't seem to realize that. "It is a pleasure sharing my work with all of you, as always."

"And it is a pleasure to be able to share in your wit. Now then, I believe Athanasia is to be the next to recite her poem?"

As the circle continued, Sappho let the stilted words of their verses wash over her as her eyes lazily scanned the room, lingering on Cleïs. It was odd how Sappho had finally come to accept how beautiful the woman was as an object of desire only after she had met the one who would make that beauty pale into nothingness.

Still, she was quite comely, and Sappho considered for a moment that she might be able to lure her into bed with the knowledge of the erotic arts she possessed. It might make for a welcome reprieve from the monotony of her life.

Even as she considered the prospect, however, she knew she would never do such a thing. Not because it was forbidden — she had little care for such things these days — but because she knew she would be using the other woman's body to forget, and that would only open up the wound in her heart more. After all, how could she forget who had taught her the ways of the bedchamber?

As was usual when her thoughts drifted to Luna, Sappho's hand moved to stroke the crescent moon pendant around her neck. She never took it off, not even to bathe, and after claiming that it was a gift from Artemis, no one was foolish enough to risk stealing it from her. The soft glow it released at night did little to comfort her, but the thought of not having its light was even worse.

At some point, the reading circle finished its business, leaving Sappho to return home. As she headed out to meet with Charaxus, Cleïs walked over to her, calling out softly, "Sappho, might I have a word with you?"

"Of course." Sappho resisted the urge to sigh. She was tired and wished to be home alone once again, but it would not do to be rude. "What is it you wish to speak with me about?"

"Your poetry," Cleïs replied, fidgeting uncomfortably. "It is beautiful as always, but of late I have noticed that they grow melancholy once again. Well, more melancholy." She gave off a laugh that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Ever since you found your Muse, she has filled you with words of sadness and loss. But it seems worse now."

"You know how these things are," Sappho said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Some days, Thalia comes to bid me write with a smile on my face, and other times, it is Melpomene sinking my spirits to twist my verses to sorrow. Erato also enjoys gracing my chambers from time to time."

"If you say so." Cleïs hesitated. "I know not what you endured on Mount Olympus, but if you ever need to share the burdens of your heart with someone, please do not hesitate to come to me." She placed a soft, gentle hand on Sappho's arm. "I am your friend, and I hate to see you like this."

"Thank you, Cleïs," Sappho said sincerely. "You are a good friend. But some sorrows must be borne alone. Enjoy the rest of the day, and don't fret about me, please."

With that, she left the circle, joining up with Charaxus at the entrance of the house. They shared few words between them, as was custom. Her brother had quickly learned not to try making conversations with her when she didn't wish to talk, and the silence suited Sappho just fine.

When they reached their home, Sappho was surprised to find her father waiting for her. "Ah, Sappho," Scamandronymus said when he saw them. "I have been waiting for you. Come, let us talk for a time. I have news to share with you."

"Yes, father." Sappho bid her brother farewell and followed her father into a private sitting room.

"Sit," her father commanded, and Sappho complied. "It has been nearly a year since you have returned to us. In that time, I don't think I've seen you smile even once."

"I'm sorry, father."

"To see the wonders of Olympus, and then to be forced to return here and see how our home must pale in comparison, it cannot be easy." Scamandronymus sighed. "I have tried this past year to make you happy, given you gifts and let you return to your circle of poets and allowed you privileges that few fathers would afford their daughters."

"I am grateful, truly," Sappho said, her eyes downcast.

"But you are not happy." When Sappho did not reply, her father continued speaking. "I am at my wit's end, and I fear that Lesbos will never be able to heal your soul. As such, I believe that it would be best if you found a new home, and a new purpose."

Sappho's eyes widened. "Father—?"

"Kerkylas of Andros has expressed interest in making you his wife. Apparently, stories of your journey and of your poetry have reached far beyond our kingdom. I have spoken to his men and confirmed that this will be a good match. Kerkylas' lands are rich in jewels, and he will be able to provide well for you, as well as give our family a greater reach in influence."

"I do not wish to be married." She could not be with a man, not after what she had shared with Luna. She had promised her body, heart, and soul to one mare, and if she had to betray her, it would destroy her.

"The contract is signed and the dowry has already been paid," her father replied, uncaring. "Kerkylas' ship arrived last night, in fact, and he wishes for the wedding ceremony to be today. The servants have been toiling since before dawn to prepare. I'm surprised you did not notice."

In truth, she had paid little attention to the world around her since her return. "Please do not make me do this," she begged. If she had to, she could claim Artemis' dominion over her — the pendant around her neck was proof enough that she had been blessed by divinity, and no one would dare take a virgin under her protection. Perhaps she should have entered the priesthood earlier, as a tribute to Luna.

"I don't do this just for the family," her father said sternly. "You must move on from whatever happened to you on Olympus. Perhaps, as a wife, you can find solace in your duty to the household. And Kerkylas is a good man, with good standing among his people. He even provided me with a gift to give you, as a sign that he wishes to be a good husband. Daphne!"

A young servant girl entered the room, bearing a small vase which she placed on the table between Sappho and her father. She bowed and took her leave, leaving them alone once again.

"Kerkylas bid me give you this," Scamandronymus said, gesturing at the vase. "There is a rare flower from his land inside. Take a look."

Though dread seized her heart, Sappho reached gingerly into the vase. Her eyes widened as she pulled out a single black bud still attached to its stem.

"It has some grandiose name," her father said, though Sappho barely heard him. "Queen of the Night, or something of that ilk."

"Princess of the Night," Sappho corrected, her eyes riveted on the flower. It couldn't possibly a coincidence, could it? Or were the gods playing cruel tricks on her again?

"I did not know you had an interest in botany. Perhaps you and Kerkylas can discuss flowers sometime. Are you ready to meet him?" Her father's eyes were kind but severe, and Sappho knew she had no choice in the matter.

Still, hope began to tug at her chest, that final evil of Pandora's Box determined to torment her as its kin had. "Very well, let us meet my future husband." If the gods truly wished to damn her, then she would walk to her undoing with dignity.

"Good. His entourage has been waiting in our dining hall since lunch."

Sappho's body went numb as she stood up and strode towards her future. The mixture of emotions coursing through her body had all of her humours inflamed at the same time, and she could scarce process her own feelings. She closed her mind and focused on the path ahead, keeping silent as she followed her father.

When they reached their destination, Sappho saw a well-dressed man waiting for her. He had a soldier's presence, with strong muscles that were permanently tense and an alertness in his eyes that showed he was constantly scanning for danger. Sappho's heart fell when she didn't recognize him, though something about him seemed familiar.

"Ah, this is your lovely daughter, then, Scamandronymus?" he asked in a voice that stopped Sappho in her tracks, her eyes widening in recognition and her heart soaring with joy.

"Yes." Sappho's father pushed her forward. "Kerkylas, may I present to you my daughter Sappho. Sappho, this is Kerkylas of Andros, who shall be your husband,"

"I am honoured," Sappho said, bowing. Then, though she knew she was speaking out of turn, she asked, "you have the look of a warrior about you. Tell me, have you seen many battles?"

Sappho's father opened his mouth, no doubt to apologize for her impertinence, but Kerkylas simply laughed it off. "I have seen my fair share of danger, I should think. Why, just last year, I fought off an army of Theban cavalry who were so skilled that I imagined them to be one with their horses, like centaurs. I give thanks to Artemis every day for our success in that fight."

At those words, Sappho finally felt her caution slip loose. "You must be a mighty warrior indeed, a worthy Bearer of your Shield."

Kerkylas smirked as he sensed the emphasis on those two words at the end of her statement. "You flatter me, Sappho of Lesbos." He turned his attention back to Scamandronymus. "Are preparations ready for the wedding?"

"We should be able to hold the ceremony in the evening," Scamandronymus replied. "Though dinner may be late as result."

"It is no matter," Kerkylas said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I am more comfortable at night myself, as a servant of Artemis."

Sappho held back a knowing smile. "Should I prepare, then? I do believe I have a dress worthy of such an occasion already, but it will take some time for me to be suitably presentable."

Her father looked surprised at her sudden eagerness, but did not comment on it in front of her future husband. "Yes, of course. Go do what it is you need to do while I discuss business with Kerkylas."

"If I may." Kerkylas gestured towards his own escort. "I have selected a handmaiden from my household who will serve Sappho once she becomes my wife. Perhaps she could assist in preparing her for the ceremony? This would be a good time for them to get accustomed to one another." From the ranks of his servants, a dark-haired woman stepped forward, lifting the hood which had previously hidden her face from view.

Sappho gasped as she stared into deep blue eyes that were as old as the gods themselves, and a coy smile that she had come to love so much.

"I am not familiar with such matters, but if my daughter has no objections, then I don't see why not."

"It is fine, father," Sappho quickly interjected. "We shall take our leave now, if it pleases you." She barely waited for his approval before rushing out of the room, gesturing at her new handmaiden to follow her.

Her steps quickly led her through the house, and when they reached her private chamber, she slammed the door shut and immediately swept up her new servant in a passionate embrace.

"You have missed me, I take it?" Oh, how she had longed to hear that voice outside of her dreams!

"Luna!" Sappho cried out, tears of joy flowing freely from her eyes. "I thought I would never see you again! How did you find me?"

Luna — for that was who it was, of course — reached into her chiton and pulled out the necklace that Sappho had given her. "It was your thoughtfulness that gave me the key to reaching you. You placed a piece of your soul in here, a part of your magic that is fundamentally you. And as with all magic, like calls to like, and so were our scholars able to trace our bond across the realm.

"It took them many months, but at last were we able to forge a portal to your realm during winter. I apologize for not coming to fetch you sooner, but we needed time to establish ourselves so that we might make this match."

"And Tirek?" Sappho was torn between hugging Luna closer to affirm that she was clutching flesh and blood and not a cruel illusion, and pulling away so that she could look her love in the eyes and lose herself in their depths.

"Back in Tartarus where he belongs," Luna snarled, holding Sappho closer and taking the decision away from her. "Your sacrifice was not in vain, as much as I hated what you did. Without his leverage, he was no match for my magic, and fell quickly to my onslaught as I channelled my grief and anger into power.

"We sealed him up much worse for the wear in his cage once more, and enlisted the aid of a magical hound to guard Tartarus. You can name him when we return, if you wish. That is, if you'll be returning with us?"

"Why would I ever desire otherwise?" Sappho asked. "I have never been happier than I have been with you."

"Equestria is dangerous." Luna pulled away from her, sadness in her eyes. "Tirek is not the only threat with enough power to rival me. And you saw the darkness within me that I was forced to draw upon in order to defeat her." She barked out a harsh laugh. "I could be the most dangerous threat to your life. I have already failed to protect you once and forced you to sacrifice yourself for Equestria's salvation."

"And I would do it again without a thought," Sappho said. "As much as I have dwelled in anguish this past year, I do not regret what I had to do to save you. To save Equestria. And as for the darkness, I always knew that you were more than a mare. And I know that, as long as I stand by your side, you will never harm those who are innocent."

"You are more worthy than any Lady of standing beside the Princesses of Equestria," Luna said with pride. "But that virtue which proves your worth also places you at risk."

"A risk that I am willing to take." Sappho's tone brooked no argument. "This is my choice, and so long as you desire me, there is nothing more I want than to be with you. I have been a shadow of my former self here, like a soul lost in Hades' realm without coin for the Ferryman. Do not make me return to that existence."

Luna shook her head. "So be it. After your marriage to 'Kerkylas', we shall return to Equestria so that we may wed."

Sappho smiled. "Is Shieldbearer alright with his role in this deception? That was him playing at being my future husband, yes?"

"It was. And he would do anything for you. You know that." Luna glanced over at Sappho's wardrobe. "Now then, I believe you need to be dressed. I shall be your humble servant and aid you." She gave Sappho a subservient bow that was so filled with authority that Sappho couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I believe I know another way you can serve me, handmaiden." Sappho's voice grew husky as she reached for the bindings of Luna's clothes. "I am most curious about this human body of yours."

"I am most eager to experience the pleasure this body has to offer as well." Luna pulled Sappho into a passionate kiss, and for the next hour, nothing mattered in the world to Sappho except for the touch of her heart's desire.

The ceremony was beautiful, and nearly all of Mytilene came to attend. The finest offerings were made to the gods and consumed at the feast, everyone wore their best clothes, and the music — provided by the groom — was beyond compare.

Some might have found it odd that Sappho had spent more time with her new handmaiden than her new husband, but she cared little for the opinions of the people she would now only see on rare visits. Lavishing attention on Luna without revealing the secret of their relationship was much more entertaining.

Shieldbearer had taken it all in stride and good cheer as well. During the ceremony, he planted a chaste kiss on her lips, and begged her forgiveness afterwards when the cheering of the crowds was enough to drown out his words.

"A thousand pardons, Lady Sappho," he had said with a genuinely warm smile. "Please do not have me punished for my assault against your person."

Luna, who had been standing far too close to the couple for a simple handmaiden, had replied in a loud mutter. "As long as you do not dream of her tonight, Shieldbearer. Sappho is mine, and mine alone."

"Of course, Princess. I would not dare."

And so did the celebration continue long into the night, until it was time for Sappho to return to the villa that 'Kerkylas' was staying in. As they left, Sappho took one last look at the thinning crowds, drunk on wine and revelry. Several improper comments were shouted from the masses that made Sappho blush even after all she had done with Luna.

Then, in the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face standing slightly apart from the crowd. Her eyes widened as Pirene smiled at her. The priestess' hands clutched a bow and arrow made of what appeared to be gold, and when she winked at Sappho, she could've sworn the Moon itself dimmed for a moment.

Before Sappho could approach her, Pirene vanished into the night, trailed by seven hunting dogs following their mistress into the hunt.

"Is something the matter?" Luna asked, her hand brushing discreetly over Sappho's.

"Just thinking about how the gods must be smiling down on me right now." Sappho turned her head away from the Moon and towards her true love's face. "All of them."

"I will always watch over you, my love," Luna whispered as they finally escaped the celebration and made it to the quiet villa that the Equestrians had taken residence in. "Tomorrow, we set out for Andros, where the portal to Equestria awaits."

"Lady Sappho, Princess Luna." Shieldbearer bowed to both of them. "I shall take my leave now, if you will."

"Thank you for everything, Shieldbearer," Sappho said sincerely. "You are a good friend."

"It was my honour and my pleasure, Lady Sappho. Equestria has missed you greatly." With that, Shieldbearer took his leave, and Luna led Sappho towards the main bedchamber.

Inside, Sappho once again found writing materials waiting for her. "It has been a year since I have been graced with your poetry," Luna said. "Will you share with me some of your work since our last meeting?"

Sappho went over to the writing desk and picked up a quill. "I can do better than that. I am quite seized by inspiration at the moment. Let me share with you the song of my love." With that, she began to write, knowing that her words would live on for all Eternity in Luna's heart.

Goddess, mare, princess, friend, lover. Sappho had won the love of each aspect of the mercurial Mistress of Dreams, and had learned to love each aspect in turn. And now, under the light of a Moon that was controlled by the goddess who had brought them together, Sappho wrote the first words of her perfect future with Luna.

Now the hundred songs are made,
And the pause comes. Loving Heart,
There must be an end to summer,
And the flute be laid aside.

On a day the frost will come,
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the crickets in the grass.

On a day (Oh, far from now!)
Earth will hear this voice no more;
For it shall be with thy lover
As with Linus long ago.

All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight
From a purple-dark ravine.

Frail as dew upon the grass
Or the spindrift of the sea,
Out of nothing they were fashioned
And to nothing must return.

Nay, but something of thy love,
Passion, tenderness, and joy,
Some strange magic of thy beauty,
Some sweet pathos of thy tears,

Must imperishably cling
To the cadence of the words,
Like a spell of lost enchantments
Laid upon the hearts of men.

Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a woodland pipe,
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.

For the transport in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken
Souls of lovers yet unborn.

When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring,

Long hereafter shall thy name
Be recalled through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.

Author's Note

Thank you to everyone for reading this story. I had a lot of fun turning what started as a "Sappho is a Lesbian" joke into a full-fledged romance, and I hope you had just as much fun reading it.

I also want to give a shoutout to the poet Bliss Carman, whose book of poetry titled Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics was a huge inspiration for me. Bliss Carman did a wonderful job reimagining the poetry of Sappho based on the few surviving fragments of her work in a manner that could be enjoyed by a 20th-century English audience, and each of the poems at the end of the chapters is taken from this collection, though minor alterations may have been made to make them fit the story's context.

More information on his book can be found here, and a copy of it can be found for free on Project Gutenberg.) I highly recommend that everyone check it out.

Finally, for reference, here all of the poems used in this story:

I: poem IX
VII: poem XIII
XXVII: poem XXXIII
XXX: poem XXII
XLII: poem LIV
LXXXVII: poem LXXI
C: poem XXIII
CDLI: Epilogue poem