There was many perks to being a Princess of Equestria; the large and magnificent palace with an incredible view, the free tacos (and other foodstuffs) with numerous staff members to deliver and clean it, the ability to go wherever she wanted and noone would stop her, et cetera.
However, those benefits came with many detriments, such as everyone irritatingly trying to touch her fluff (No, not that way, you perverts!), the reverence which everything she said was held, and the very dull and boring bureaucracy.
Ah well, ‘With great power comes great responsibility,’ As the amazing Spoder-Mane’s uncle had once said.
Of course, with the day court Fluffle Puff was currently in, it sometimes felt like that responsibility outweighed the power.
“...and, of course, I’d imagine that you’d like to have a bit more light streaming in there. The lower halls will obviously need artificial lighting, but from our designs, we’ll make the building have a lot of perimeter relative to its area, so many more rooms will be able to have windows...”
...Definitely outweighed the power.
The solar pony slouched a bit more in her royal bean-bag (sometimes called her ‘throne’), forcing her eyes open as to not fall asleep while keeping her ears slightly perked if something were to pique her interest.
For a while the rambling continued on, going into details about colours and furnishings for some reason, despite the fact that the Princess would never really use the building she was being asked permission to construct. Eventually though, the architect stallion finished up with a few glances through the notes held in his magic, “...and that’s about it. What do you think?”
Fluffle looked back towards him, scouring her memories for any real fault, but found none. “Pppplppt,” She said in rather bored assent, waving a forehoof.
He lightly gasped, apparently not expecting her approval. “T-thank you, Princess. I shall see to it that the structure is soon to be built and we would be honoured if you would attend our finishing ceremony,” He said with slightly frayed nerves before briskly trotting out of the room.
“NEXT!” One of the guards shouted into the anteroom.
After a few seconds, a rather lanky earth pony stallion with some sort of weird translucent green hat on his head walked in and bowed. He then cleared his throat before speaking, “Princess Fluffle Puff, as the accountant for a business that imports seaweed, I am distinctly aware of the issues plaguing the sea ponies as of late.”
Great, an accountant. This was sure to be entertaining. At the very least, Fluffle was decently aware of what was happening at Lake Novo, which was obviously the area of interest.
“Now,” The accountant continued boringly, “I may not have any authority within these chambers, but I can at the very least inform you of some more details of the situation so that you may make a better decision.” He cleared his dry throat; apparently even his esophagus thought the lecture so boring as to fail producing anything. “The last few years, our input of seaweed has been ten kilograms per day, but this year it has been eight kilograms so far, and assuming that all of Lake Novo’s exportation is linearly downsized, that would mean that about twenty percent of seaweed has been lost. It would be best to assume that anyway, though of course, the sea ponies may have merely increased their consumption of the seaweed, but a spike like that seems unlikely.
“Now,” He said again, briefly making the Princess wonder if her fate was to forever listen to a time-looped lecture until the end of time, “Given the gryphons’ recent weather manipulation around the lake, it seems that they are to blame for this slight loss in seaweed.” Okay, so no time loop, but still boring as heck. “The gryphons don’t seem to be stopping any time soon however, and with the slow degradation of other exports such as sea cucumbers and sea salt, I think we need to take some sort of action against them, perhaps slowing our trade with them? They most def-”
The stallion was cut off by a quick, irate inhale of the solar Princess, who now held a slightly angry expression, making him nervously lick his lips and ask, “U-um, what is it, your Highness?”
“Pbbplt pppplblppt Ppbplt, ppt pblpt,” Fluffle Puff stated, getting an even more nervous look from the accountant.
He then started shivering in fear as the fluffy mare stood up, slowly stomping over to him with a mien that would make any terrify the life out of any foal as she glared at the stallion with Solar might that threatened to burn his face off. He looked as though he was about to piss himself as the other pony stopped just before him, their faces barely not touching as Princess Fluffle Puff, the Dawnbringer and veritable Lord of Light, stated with all the vitriol of a rioting mob, “Ppblt, Fbt."
The accountant could not hold his terror back any more at the flaming wrath and shrieked in undignified panic, immediately galloping out of the room and eventually out of the castle, though his cries could still be heard for some time.