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// lunAside: III 
// Story: Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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III

I am a privateer of the oceans of Canterlot, and no storm will weather me down. The port is your heart and I will navigate this ship through torrential waters and vicious pirates to hold you upon my body.

And once I dock within your safe harbours we shall never again need to part.

For the past two months I have been travelling your path, my love, and I have stepped where you step and walk where you walk.

Of course, I did not want to ruin the surprise, so I made myself unknown to you and your guards. Unknown and unseen. Yes, the best parties are those thrown in surprise, are they not? And you will be surely surprised.

I now have enough of you to make my first gift. It was not an easy task, but I have finally collected enough of your hair, shed by the day and night, to create a figurine in your image.

Each strand lovingly plucked off the floor and placed carefully in a small bag that I wear continuously around my neck. Once the bag was full it would be time to start with my dowries.

Two months! All seconds I counted. All times I waited for you to vacate the cafe or the park to scour the floor for any trace of leavings. None was wasted.

You will surely be glad with my progress! And once we are together I will be able to reveal this to you and you will know of my loyalty.

Oh my love, my darling, my sweet.

It was so hard to make the doll.

I could not bear to hold your likeness in my hooves. Merely this alone gave me chills of fright, like a wave of euphoria washing over my soul.

I wished to be able to hold it forever, but I know that a sacrifice must be made. I must relinquish it, for how could I ever replace the genuine article with a mere facsimile? 

No, that would be an insult. I am ashamed that I even thought of it from the outset. I must punish myself for my wavering mind.

But first let me deliver you this present. This dowry.

I can't let the guards see me, but it is ok. I know their routes. I know their movements.

Years of watching have not been in vain.

I love you. Always.