Celestia swooped down onto the altar atop the mountains, a place she had not visited in over 200 years. Still, she remembered the route, and from there, the path to the field of miracle flowers where she knew Arca would be hiding. Razzle followed suit, touching down in a very fast and very risky landing maneuver. "Jezebel. Have you ever been up here?"
"I...no, but this place is beautiful. He's hiding here?" She paused for a moment, then added, "And please, call me Razzle."
"Very well. And yes, Arca will be here. It's a secret place that only three living ponies know of: Him, Mage Meadowbrook, and myself. Go on in," she gestured to the small mouth of the cave. "But with your background as Arca's apprentice, I recommend you prepare yourself for a shock. I… will not follow you for now. He will not want to see me. Good luck, Je- no, good luck, Razzle."
Razzle turned and nodded to Celestia, adding in a small glare. It spoke volumes more than words could, conveying her determination to help her beloved and her current disdain for the solar alicorn. The succupony took hurried steps down the path, heading into a small cavern… and froze.
"Miracle flowers," she breathed as quietly as possible. She had never seen so many of the flower in one place, which was apparently so rare Arca only 'found' ten every year. And there, in the center of the clearing, was the sleeping form of the orange alicorn she had fallen madly in love for. She slowly moved closer, laying down next to Arca to get a better look. He seemed tired from flying up here, and there were dried tears around his eyes. He stirred as Razzle laid down.
"Ghn...wha? F-five more minutes… I was dreaming 'bout cake mountain…"
"Arca, wake up." Razzle paused for a moment, thinking, then realized what she had to say to get him up. "You have a customer!"
"WELCOME TO ALCHEMIRACLES!" Arca shot straight upright, nearly knocking Razzle off balance. "Wait… this isn't my store! This is- how did I- Razzle?! How the buck did you find this place?"
"Celestia sent me." Upon hearing those words, Arca visibly paled and took a few reckless steps backwards. "Arcie, she's not mad. She wanted to apologize. The town is worried about you, and-"
"The town thinks I'm a freak now! You heard that angry green pony! It's no different than hundreds of years ago, when I had to hide these… these…" He glanced at his wings, staring at them with a mix of disdain, hatred, and sadness. "These… freakish deformities." He sighed, fresh tears welling up. "You remember, right? What I told you all those years ago when you found out? The villagers called me a pretender to the throne and tried to kill me! They led a LYNCH MOB, Razzle! It was only because of Celestia saying it was a temporary side effect of my potions I survived, and she had me cover hide these damn wings to keep the lie! And now I disobeyed her… there's nopony left who likes me!"
A new voice pierced the cavern, and both ponies snapped their heads toward its speaker. "If that's how you feel about yourself, then I have failed you both as a friend and leader."
"Celestia…?"
"I'll cut to the chase. Arca, as princess of Equestria, I hereby pardon you of your perceived transgression of revealing your wings, and as the pony who issued that royal order to you in the first place, I now declare it null and void."
"But everypony in town-"
"Is waiting for their beloved member of the community to come back. The world's changed over a thousand years, Arcane. Both Twilight and Cadence ascended to Alicorn status, and princess Flurry Heart was born. If the public can handle three new alicorns, they can handle the secret fourth one or deal with me."
"See, Arcie-warkie?" Razzle hopped up and down on her hooves. "You're a prince!"
"I'm not a-" Arca was silenced as Razzle, having had enough, looped a hoff around his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. After a good ten seconds that felt like a blissful eternity for the succupony, she pulled away.
"You're MY prince."
Arca looked at her with wide eyes. "R-razzle… thank you. Oh my gosh, thank you! You're the best!" Razzle blushed and moved to say something, but Arca continued. "That passionate kiss means you gotta give me that issue of Detective Surehoof!"
Razzle and Celestia facehooved. "Love you too, Arcie, my one and only."
"Well then, Arcane," Celestia began. "Shall we head back and assuage the town's worries? They care about you more than you probably realize."
Arca looked at Celestia, then at Razzle. "Only if you two spot me. I'm not sure I can fly back."
"Absolutely! We'd never abandon a friend like that."
"Okay, then!" Arca stepped forward, and flopped down onto a bed of flowers, closing his eyes and smirking. "But I said five more minutes, and I'm getting my five more minutes!"