She smiled, but there was no joy in her eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up, yet her eyes did not match the expression displayed on her face otherwise.
She stared into the empty space. There was no going back
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Zecora arranges Fluttershy's hair as she stared into the mirro. The long, wispy strands were woven together to creat braids, and then they were pinned to the top of her head. The viel and comb were then pinned on top, the gaudy, thin, and breezy fabric moving at the slightest provocation.
The dress came on after the lacy, equally gaudy chemise. The dress of heavy silks and precious jewels and delicate gold thread hung limply as Zecora fiddled with the petticoats. The silvery lace of the petticoats were equally luxurious.
The reflection in the mirror was not her. It was a mare made up, dressed up, so artificial that she might have been a doll, with the empty eyes and emotionless face.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Good luck, m'lady." Zecora replied, wrapping her arms around Fluttershy. "I will miss you. The castle is cold without your compassionate nature."
Fluttershy smiled softly.
She navigated the maze of hallways until she reached the ballroom. The notary was there. Blueblood was there. Her brother was there.
She suddenly felt self conscious. Everyone was staring at her, decked out in so many luxuries that she did not even recognize herself.
As she walked, with the train trailing behind her, she felt as if she were a lamb sent to slaughter. Every step brought her closer to what she never desired.
Finally, after the priest finished his speech, she felt rough hooves grab her into a kiss. She grimaced at the sensation.
She signed it slowly, taking her time, and Zephyr was certainly unpleased.
The doors burst open, and an angry Discord stepped in.
Raimondo stopped him, yet he fights and resists and seethes in anger.
"She signed the contract." Zephyr pronounced each work harshly, and showed Discord the piece of paper. He knew Fluttershy's signature,
"Curse you! Curse all of you!" He bellowed, and took out two rings. He threw one at Fluttershy, and trampled the other one. The simple gold band was crushed into pieces.
"I challenge you! Despicable Zephyr! You are a disgrace!" He roared at Zephyr, who did not show any reaction.
"Then it is." He replied bluntly.
Fluttershy's face had gone very white. And then she collapsed, while the dense, heavy skirt held her up.