Chapters
- ✶✶✶✶✶ It wasn’t that Twilight was intentionally stomping down the hallway, but it was hard not to do so when not even the glacial storm outside could chill her fury. But fury at what?At everything, it felt like. Not just Rarity for failing to communicate and pushing her away, but at the situation itself, too. Everything was going wrong, and everything was terrible, and she felt useless at stopping it. Or fixing it. The king was dying and all they could do was sit there and hope…
- 17.8 K • Ongoing
- ✶✶✶✶✶ It had only been a week since King Platinum’s announcement, and yet it felt to Twilight as if everything had changed much more than she’d ever been prepared for. How silly it felt to think that a week ago she’d been concerned over whether Rarity was eating expensive truffles when the townsfolk were hungry. It felt like that had happened millennia ago. In the same way, it felt like the Rarity she loved had existed millennia ago. The echoing of hoofsteps filled the empty halls…
- 17.8 K • Ongoing
- In the depths of despair, you look towards the suffocating crevice lying before you. You can turn back, coward that you are, and return to a life of certainty. Or, if you so choose, you can take a step forward and fall; knowing not if you'll live or die, but knowing you did what many fear. What will you do, Your Majesty? ✶✶✶✶✶ It had been five weeks since the Great Snowstorm had made the Kingdom its home. From inside the warm royal chamber, Princess Rarity’s bodyguard stared out the…
- 17.8 K • Ongoing
- As Twilight walked away from Carousel Boutique, her hands shoved into her coat pockets, nothing felt exactly real—not the snow falling around her, not the cold biting her face and neck, not even her own body, which seemed to move from pure inertia, controlled by something other than herself. She was a princess, a job with some of the hardest decisions a person would ever be forced to make. Things like enacting wrong laws, affecting hundreds of people; international trade deals going miserably,…
- 1.4 K • Oneshot
- Death was not like Twilight had expected it. I suppose that’s because she couldn’t expect much at all, wandering her library, eyes blacker than a starless, moonless night. This was, after all, what my beloved wanted. This was, after all, what was right, what she deserved. Peace, her endless thoughts so distant and quiet, everything mattering so, so very little. High above, past bookcases gathering dust, hung a chandelier, illuminating the room. She stared up at it, and then…
- 10.0 K • Ongoing
- To say that I’d moved on wasn’t correct. To say that I’d let her go wasn’t right, either. The truth of the matter is that I had learned to live around her absence. I suppose it’s like losing a limb. You will never have it back, you will always know it’s gone, things will always be different, but with time and patience, things will become normal again. Not the same. Never the same. But normal. All right. Okay. My heart had learned to navigate blood around…
- 10.0 K • Ongoing
- Rift Shield considered himself a lucky guy. Most of the time. He had a job he enjoyed, working for the newly appointed Princess Twilight Sparkle in her new castle. The Princess, still fresh to ruling, was still getting her bearings with the entire process, and considering his several years of service under Princess Celestia, she would often seek his counsel in matters of ruling and the like. This meant they'd gotten to know each other rather well, and more than that, he'd gotten to know the…
- 1.8 K • Oneshot
- It was a bright sunny day when the funeral was canceled. From across the kingdom, as soon as they’d gotten the news, scholars had come to bid farewell to one of the grand library’s two custodians. A snaggle-toothed middle-aged earth pony mare with an uncanny knack for knowing exactly what book you’d like, Turnover had lovingly taken care of Canterlot Castle’s library alongside her husband, Oakewood, a unicorn stallion known for failing to uphold the no-chatter-and-shenanigans rule he…
- 8.7 K • Completed
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