The wooden doors clasped shut behind me, barely missing the neatly styled hairs of my tail. My friends had all departed to their suites for the night, while I was left in my new palace room that was cleaned to perfection. My blurred reflection traced under me as I made my way to the washroom, carefully slipping off my golden horseshoes at the foot of the bed as I passed. I undonned my new golden crown and set it on the bedside table, where the glow of a candle shattered light from the purple star gem. I carefully unhitched the buttons of my coronation gown, letting it silently slip off my body as I moved. When the whole frock had reached the ground, I enveloped it in my magic and stopped my journey to the washroom. Inspecting the trail, I noticed how fringed it had gotten during the ceremony; trotting through the unpaved street and then doing a fly-by may not have been the best idea when wearing a 6,000 bit dress...
Nevertheless I plucked a hanger from the adjacent wardrobe next to the washroom and carefully folded the dress over it before hanging it on a hook near the entrance. I made a mental reminder to send it out for dry cleaning as soon as I woke up.
Entering the bathroom, I sent a small spark into the hanging chandelier, igniting the several glasses with bright light that cascaded across the marble walls of the room. A waterfall sink stood on the right, with multiple marble drawers ready to be filled to the brim with whatever a princess might need in her morning routine. A simple tooth and mane brush holder stood adjacent to the faucet, flanked by a towel rack with stitched lettering of my initials on each rag.
I cranked the shower nozzle to the right, watching the stream of glistening hot water shoot out out of the shower head. I wasted no time in climbing in and letting the heat and steam completely engulf me, washing away the sweat my fur had gathered during the unusually hot day and unusually common musical number I seemed to initiate. As the water soaked my fur and mane, I felt a pang of guilt for the hairdressers that had to pamper me for hours before the ceremony so I would shine in front of Equestria; they worked so hard to give me the glow of a leader, and in a few drops of water, all their effort is washed away and I return to my normal dull coat and frizzy mane.
After wasting probably 1/3 of Canterlot's water, I shut off the shower and stepped out, looking at the clock ticking above the mirror.
"A full hour!? I took a shower for a full hour!" Usually this would make me go into a fit, calling out apologies to everyone I could think of, but today, I could convince myself to say 'Screw it, I'm a princess.'
Taking my sweet time to blow-dry my fur and wrap my mane and tail in towels, I plucked an apple from the always stocked fruit basket on top of the toilet. Opening the door out into my room, I shut my eyes at the strong difference of air temperatures, but made sure to switch on the light crystals hanging in a chandelier in the center. I took a right out of my bathroom, facing the huge bookshelf in front of me; gazing up, I bit into my apple, waiting for the cool juices to flow and overwhelm my tastebuds with the flavor of my favorite snack.
That taste never came. Instead, a disgusting wax flavor and chemical taste flooded my tongue before I had time to spit it out. I had no time to waste, and ignoring the ettiquite of a princess, spat everything out onto the floor in front of me. "Ah! Potpourri!" I sat on my haunches scrubbing my mouth with my hoof, trying desperately to scrape the taste off my tongue.
I heard a muffled giggle on the other side of my room. "My goodness, Twilight. You really have proved you are destined for royalty."
"Princess Celestia!" I excalimed in surprise, dropping into a bow.
"Oh, is that how we will act now?" she mused, as she dropped herself into a bow at my hooves.
"Princess what are you doing!" I asked.
"Exactly what you are. You need not bow to me Twilight, we are equals."
I rubbed the back of my head with a hoof. "It feels so strange."
"I know it must. But really, you will feel more comfortable as time passes." Celestia assured me.
"But being in the public eye all the time is going to be so stressful," I complained, moving towards my expansive bookshelf.
Celestia followed me, standing to my side and admiring my collection that had been transported from my home in Ponyville. I looked at her, and something was off; she had a smirk, or was it a smile? She looked devious, but in a flash, it was gone.
"Believe me, Twilight. You'll be a hot topic for a few weeks, but the buzz will die down and you can work in peace."
"Thank you Princess," I smiled. "That makes this situation a lot easier to cope with."
"No worries. Now you should get some rest, you are expected in the royal dining room every morning at eight o'clock sharp." Celestia strode towards the door, her tail dancing on the breeze that only it felt, and her mane doing the same. She had not yet taken off her horseshoes, crown, or breastplate, which I found hard to comprehend being that they must weigh down on her at some point, Nevertheless I watched her open the door before I remembered a question I had had in the shower.
"Princess?" I asked. She turned around to face me with a smile.
"You can call me Celestia now."
"Oh um Celest- Princ... Princ-... I think I'll just stick with Princess for now if thats ok with you," I said sheepishly.
She giggled, "For now."
"Will Luna be joining us tomorrow? Rainbow Dash said that there was a constellation of a bear and a shark having a fight, and she wanted to know which one would win."
A second. It was there for a second before vanishing behind her stoic face. "Yes, she will be there. Now get some rest. "
"Goodnight Princess," I said.
"And goodnight Twilight."
The door slammed shut, and all was silent.