My little pony:Adventure of Seresia

A month had passed since the coronation ceremony, and although Twilight had the help of Spike and Princess Celestia, the long hours of intense work had left her feeling a little overwhelmed. Today was the day for Canterlot's regular weekly meeting. Twilight sat on a throne engraved with her cutie mark, with Princess Celestia's and Princess Luna's thrones standing to her left and right.

"The meeting will now begin. Please report on the week's work individually,"

That familiar voice ringing in her ears snapped Twilight's attention away from the empty throne; this was the first time she had attended a meeting independently without the two princesses. The one who had just spoken was Spike, her faithful assistant, who had noticed Twilight's absent-mindedness and deliberately raised his voice to remind her. "Mr. Fancy Pants, let's start with you."

"My pleasure, Your Highness," Fancy Pants replied.

Spike eased up a little after seeing that Twilight finally shifted her gaze back to the famous politicians in the venue. However, unbeknownst to Spike, Twilight wasn't even listening to the elegantly dressed ponies on the stage; her mind was filled with memories of what had happened a couple of days ago. The two princesses had expressed their desire to go to the beach for a few days, confident in Twilight’s abilities to manage without their aid. The responsibility for the weekly meeting and today's workload was entirely in her hooves. Despite Princess Celestia's kind and humorous words echoing in her mind, Twilight felt a fear comparable to that of an inexperienced baker preparing her first batch of baked goods.

"That's all I wanted to say, Your Highness," Fancy Pants concluded.

"Very well, is there anything else Princess Twilight would like to add?" Spike asked intently, noting the colts on stage aligning their eyes on the princess. A few seconds of silence made Spike realize something was wrong. He turned to Twilight, who was lost in her memories, and nudged her elbow.

“Ah!... No... I'm listening!" she stammered.

Puzzled eyes from the stage gazed at her, trying to make sense of the princess's nearly unintelligible reply. Spike slapped his forehead helplessly and quickly added, "I guess what Princess Twilight is trying to say is that she has nothing more to add, right?"

"Uh... Right! There's nothing more I need to add! Everyone did a great job!" Twilight hurriedly tried to ease the awkwardness with a smile.

"If you all have no other questions, this meeting will end for now. Please leave in an orderly fashion. The princess and I have some things to discuss."

After seeing the colts on stage start to whisper, Spike hastily ordered the meeting to conclude and ushered them out, closing the door behind them. He knew that Twilight would freak out if she overheard these politicians and celebrities speaking poorly of her.

"What's happened to you today? You look so inattentive," Spike asked, returning and hopping onto Princess Celestia's throne. He gazed at Twilight and saw her sitting paralyzed in her seat.

"I'm so sorry... Spike, I'll never get used to this kind of work. I was so confident! But with Princess Celestia and Princess Luna both away, I felt overwhelmed and lost." Twilight shifted to find a comfortable position to lie back, her eyes on the grand glass painting on the hall wall, which depicted her taking over from the two princesses in governing Equestria.

"No more backup? Hey Twilight, you'll have to go through this sooner or later, and it's a lot easier than saving Equestria! Did you forget that time you congratulated yourself for being perfectly capable of handling it?" Spike joked, gathering up the recordings he held in his claws.

"Did I say that?" Twilight asked, surprised.

"A month ago, when you, I, and the other ponies were here directing the work ponies in setting up your throne," Spike replied.

"Well..."

"I distinctly remember Rarity saying that if you needed help, you could always call on them, and then you confidently replied, 'I'm perfectly fine! Don't worry about it.'" Twilight shook her head and presented an embarrassed but nonchalant smile. Spike quickly realized that she had completely forgotten about it.

"Well, you're so busy, I think it's okay for you to forget. Although... I have a suggestion: how about you take a lunch break, and then we can get a massage afterward? Rarity introduced me to a new massage parlor in Canterlot. She said that the service is great, and she even gave me a couple of membership vouchers to give you an experience during your free time!" Spike bragged, pulling out two vouchers from his belt pouch and presenting them to Twilight.

"Huh? Wait a minute... when did you talk to Rarity? You've been around with me all month?!" Twilight asked as she took the membership voucher, examined it, and looked at him quizzically.

"Come on! These vouchers were given to me by Rarity a month ago. She specifically instructed me to take you to experience it when you have some free time, as she is worried that you are under too much pressure and might collapse from it.”

“Alright.....~ I indeed need a relaxing massage to relieve the tension and stress I've been feeling lately......” Just as she got up and walked down a few steps, Twilight suddenly stopped in her tracks like a machine that lost power.

“Wait! What if we leave at noon and suddenly have important matters to attend to? Like international diplomacy or border disputes! And it turns out we are not there! Then things could take a turn for the worse..... leading to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna getting very angry and sending me to the moon!! No way..... I need to draft a contingency measure for situations like this immediately!”

“Here we go again.... your symptoms of the Twilight Madness seem to be getting worse and worse....” Spike muttered quietly, then completely ignored Twilight's order for him to start recording the new plan. He reached into his pouch and fished out a small card, reading the text on it carefully; it was a series of comfort measures prepared for Twilight by him and the other five friends in response to her sudden spike in Twilight Madness after taking over governance. This included but was not limited to delicious food, interesting books, and a fun party. However, after flipping through several cards, Spike still couldn't find a suitable option.

“Darn it... I feel like I’m going to lose my mind too.” After thinking it over, Spike decided to use the simplest and most straightforward method—a kind lie to resolve the current awkward situation.

“Aren't we the ones who just made plans a few days ago?”

“What plans?”

“Just look at yourself; your mental state has gotten so bad. Have you forgotten that you planned to give yourself half a day to rest after today’s meeting?”

“Did that really happen? Let me see the schedule!”

“Uh... just a moment! It’s in my bag!!” Avoiding the questioning gaze of Twilight, Spike quickly used his body as a shield, then swiftly pulled out a brand-new scroll to write on. A few seconds later, a forged schedule was completed. Although the handwriting was messy due to the lack of a notepad, he couldn’t worry about that right now.

“Here~ take a good look; your signature is right here.” As Twilight leaned in to take a closer look, Spike quickly rolled up the scroll. He knew that his imitation of Twilight's signature wouldn't stand up to scrutiny and that he would definitely be reprimanded if discovered.

“Ah...? Did I really sign such a schedule?” Twilight asked, perplexed, looking away while scratching her head with her hooves, trying to recall the origin of the schedule in Spike's claws. But the longer she thought, the more tangled her thoughts became.

“Alright, alright, since I have this plan... let’s hurry and execute it~ my royal little advisor, lead the way!”

“Ah?” The sudden change in attitude caught Spike off guard. Before he could react, Twilight magically pulled him along. As they left, the guard at the door saluted them, and Spike quickly took the opportunity to toss a crumpled piece of paper in front of one of the guards, gesturing for the guard to open it, before disappearing down the corridor with Twilight in tow.