Twilight lies on her bed, in her Canterlot room, staring at the sky. Dried tears running along her cheeks, her tiara and shoes in a pile in the corner of her room, her bedsheets completely off of her bed. Her pillow damp from crying into it, it being across the room, from Twilight throwing it in an angry rage. Twilight lies silenty, putting her hooves in the air, and looking at them.
"These are the hooves of a pony who has let all of her loved ones die." Twilight lets her hooves drop back onto her bed, as she stares at the peach colored ceiling, using her magic to bring multiple pictures of Shining Armor in front of her. As soon as she sets her eyes upon them, she begins to tear up again, bringing her hooves up to cover her eyes, crying into them. Twilight stops holding the pictures up, dropping them onto the bed around her, her legs sprawled out, her tail and mane ruffled from lack of care.
Twilight sits up, wiping her tears away,staring at the door to the outside world. Twilight grabs her pillow using magic, and brings it over to her, hugging it tightly. The pillow is dry now, with a softness unlike any Ponyville pillows, it being cold, almost as cold as the floor. Twilight snuggles it for about a minute before throwing it at the door in frustration. She then plops face down onto her bed yet again.
"Useless, useless."
Twilight hears a soft knock on her door, accompanied by Princess Celestia's voice.
"Twilight? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Celestia's voice is very calming, and Twilight decides to talk to her. She goes to the corner of her room and puts on her shoes and tiara, walking over the cold floor to the wooden door, opening it. Once Twilight opens the door, she cringes at the bright sunlight, and Celestia gets a good luck at her face. Twilight's eyes are red, and puffy from crying, her lips chapped and dry, and her mane and tail a complete train wreck.
"Oh my me! Twilight, we must get you cleaned up."
Twilight silently obliges. Celestia brings Twilight to the bathing chamber, where royal bathers bath Twilight, she solemnly and silently letting them bathe her. An expert man stylist cleans up Twilight's mane, making it look shiny and new, her tiara looking marvelous atop it, being freshly polished.
"If only I could wash my feelings..." Twilight still being in a depressed state, Celestia hugs her tightly.
"It's ok Twilight...these things happen, we deal with these things very often, and now it is a part of your life." Twilight hugs back, in a warm embrace.
"I know...Thank you Princess."
After the two finish hugging, Twilight takes some hours to herself, getting various apologies and many ponies trying to relate to her troubles. Twilight goes out on a balcony, to be alone. She stands, leaning in the edge, looking out at at the sky, watching the birds flying and the animals roaming the lands. She heaves a small sigh before becoming calm, and accepting her reality.
Twilight goes into the throne room, and sits among the two sisters, spreading her wings, and closing her eyes, as she accepts what her life has become.
The life of a princess is filled with sadness and doubt. It is a reality all alicorns must accept.
The End