"And then I'll need you to make triple copies and run off to the archives to get that file I asked for..."

Raven Inkwell did her best to keep her temper in check as the princess prattled on about all the work she was piling on top of her hapless secretary. The unrealistically unfair amount of paperwork she was piling on top of her incredibly stressed out and extremely overworked secretary.

"And then I'll need you to..." the monarch prattled on.

Raven didn't even have the time to write down the tasks she didn't have time to do. She she could feel the pen about to break in her magic as the anger rose inside her.

"It was supposed to be my day off too," she growled through gritted teeth.

If the solar monarch heard her she didn't pay the complaint any mind. Why would she, she was the one who has demanded Raven come in to work for the 17:th day in a row. She had insisted, no demanded Raven's presense at all times, the whole day, and most of the evenings and mornings too.

Raven felt the blood begin to boil behind her ears and was surprised the paper in front of her hadn't caught fire with the way she was glaring at it. She twirled the pen in her magic, not even bothering to keep up with her insane boss's unreasonable demands.

"And then... why did you stop writing?" The imperious voice of Princess Celestia demanded, sounding quite annoyed.

Raven mumbled something unintelligible, but didn't bring the pen down at the paper, it just hovered there in her magic, bending under the pressure as the unicorn fought to repress her mounting fury.

"What was that?" the monarch demanded, moving closer to look down at her disobedient assistant with a very disapproving look on her face.

"I said," Raven forced out, doing her best not to snap the pen in half and throw it in the alicorn's stupid imperious face. "I said, I quit!"

"Quit?" Princess Celestia seemed almost taken aback by the statement, for about half a second before her scowl deepened.

"No, you most certainly are not, I have so much work I need you to do."

That did it.

The pen in Raven's magic didn't snap, the whole mare did. She spun around in her chair and jabbed the pointy writing implement upwards with all her might into the pale royal neck.

"You can consider that my letter of resignation," Raven hissed as the blood spurted out over her old desk, covering the copious amount of paperwork in the red liquid.

Author's Note

The prompt was Pen, and for once I kept it short, like I'm supposed to do. My excuse is feeling exhausted.