Distress: Solicitude

Ophelia closed her eyes, felt a pinch on her neck, and then woke up from the bed.

“What happened? Was that even real?” The bird came flying in the window with a scroll letter.

Dear Grandfather Void.

I found such a rare flower for your daughter. I can’t wait for the marriage.

“Marriage?” She used her right hoof and rubbed it against her chin.

“This doesn’t make any sense. It could've been an arranged marriage for me. A pony who I don’t know.” She got up, and sat on the bed, put both hooves on her face.

“What was going on? I never knew I had arranged marriage.” She stood up and walked towards the window. “Has it been that long?”

After she stood there glazing at the distant land, her neck was running down with this red liquid. It was thick liquid then started to cough up stains of red. She ran to the bathroom to the broken mirror. Looked at herself, found out she was a mess, noticed a slave collar around her neck.

“Am I royalty?” Many teardrops went down her cheek. “No, this isn’t real. You can’t control me but, I can control you.”

“Oh well, I guess it depends on you then.” Azriel Grim comes out of the shadows. He pressed his cock near Ophelia vagina.

“You think you can control ponies in the dark dream world? Well, you're wrong.” She cast a spell, frozen liquid cuts part of Azriel ear.

“One day you’ll be mine as the last royal family.” Azriel went into her shadow. “I’ll be waiting.” He then dark laughed throughout the bathroom echoing.

“So it begins.” She stared at the mirror.