Luna walked out to the Lunar Gardens with an uncharacteristic calmness, her previous anger continued to boil, but it lurked just below the surface, not even seeping through the cracks in her nearly perfect facade. The warm air outside made her want to vomit, she could only think of the noble, how much he liked this weather. I can tell, you feel sickened, that noble has offended us already. Revenge is certainly in order when we finally rebel. Luna growled low in her throat before sending another wave of pure energy through her already damaged body, it was the only thing that made her feel any better these days. This time, it wasn't restrained, it was wild, and angry, and it hurt. More than anything else, it made Luna feel like she was being ripped apart with no mercy. It was liberating.
With another powerful jolt, Luna's body collapsed and her breathing became labored, blood dripped from her nose and mouth, leaving a metallic taste. She looked at the deep blue flowers next to her, they wilted slightly, seeming to feel the effects of her hatred. "Damned stallion trash, he will pay for mocking our night. We will make him suffer." Luna snarled and, with a small convulse, she let off the last bit of her anger on herself, it was nothing compared to the other waves.
A few minutes passed before Luna stood up shakily, her legs wanted to refuse so badly, but she pushed them to stand, using her magic to numb the pain. Are you done? We must return to the throne room, or else Celestia will suspect something is wrong. Luna walked back through the doors after wiping the blood off her face, "Yes, we are done."
For the rest of court, Luna kept up her lie without issues, she feigned content with a disturbing accuracy, even as ponies visibly paled in front of her, she pretended not to notice. Their voices stammered, they were shaky, and hurried to get their requests out and over with. That little voice in her head continued to whisper, "Soon, my dear Luna. Soon we will strike."