Celestia stood on her balcony, staring out at Canterlot, watching the ponies go about their nightly business. It was a wonderful sight that always made her a little bit nostalgic. Canterlot was her city. In a way, she felt like a proud mother, looking at how it had flourished under her rule. The sky was beautiful as well; Luna had done an excellent job. The stars were bright, the moon was clear, and it was a perfect evening.
Well, almost. Celestia was never a big believer in perfection, choosing to set her views in a more realistic fashion. What was the point in lying to herself anymore? She was done with lying and scheming.
So her night was not perfect. It was close to midnight, and the slow clam of the evening was dying now, being replaced with the bustling Canterlot night scene. Ponies laughed and joked with each other, cracking jokes and having fun.
Celestia sighed. It had been a while since she'd had a chance to actually relax. Maybe she needed a holiday.
She chuckled at the thought. As if Equestria could bear to give up its beloved leader for a week or two.
No, it was better if she stayed where she was doing exactly what she did best.
And what she did best was rule. However, she could have a little fun on the side - she was a princess, she must be entitled to it somehow.
She smirked, thinking of the fun she was going to have this evening. It had been months since she had seen him, he'd been off doing whatever he did best, while she was in Canterlot doing what she did best. But tonight, at midnight, it would be just them.
She sighed at the thought, like a teenage filly going on her first date. 'Sentiment' seemed an appropriate word to use, but love seemed a bit too ... vague.
What she had been through with Discord, all the things they'd done to each other ... they had passed love long ago, left in in the dust on the trail of broken hearts.
Sentiment.
She could hear a clock chiming midnight and her body tensed, knowing the time was drawing near. The time when she would finally be with her beloved again.
He was never late, and true to her word she felt the familiar pop as he materialized behind her. His lips found her neck and kissed her lovingly, on the spot he knew made every nerve in her body tingle.
"Ready to do what we do best?" she muttered into his ear. Discord smirked at her and pecked her on the lips.
"Of course I am. Who do you take me for?"
And so they carried on walking the trail of broken hearts, streaked with blood and tears. It may have been love, but by this point Celestia found she didn't care any more.
It was sentiment, and it was what they did best.