Princess Twilight Sparkle fluffed her wings in agitation. She was still getting used to having them and control was a whole new area of lessons that her fellow princesses had been teaching. It was important to not show how much of the nobility irritated her, but it was getting near impossible to let things go. No fewer than ten had approached her to discuss how they felt her newfound changes should affect the diarchy and her place in it. Not only did they rudely interject themselves into whatever she was doing, but at the most inopportune times as well.
“Your Grace, don’t you think the land reforms are dreadful business? How about I schedule a meeting with your aide so that we can get it cleared up?”
“Oh Princess! Fancy meeting you here in the courtyard, I was just wondering if you received the invitation to my estate. It’s sure to be the social event of the season!”
“My Lady, would you like to dine with us this evening? My oil business has been so poorly since the trade levies increased and...”
Those three had all been in time it took her to walk to her chambers. Had her guard not been vigilant they’d have tried to follow her in! Now that she was alone she could relax. She finally was able to see just how much her mentor had to put up with and was grateful of the work she put in shielding her from this kind of thing. It was moments like this, when all was calm that she was able to realize just how much she missed her old life in Ponyville. Being a librarian and going on adventures with her friends were one of the many things she had a hard time adjusting to being without. Of course they all still came to visit, either as a group or on their own but she missed them dearly. There were no more walks to Sugarcube Corner for a breakfast pastry, no afternoon critter picnics with Fluttershy. She would even have liked to work at Sweet Apple acres or model for Rarity; she even longed to watch one of Rainbow Dash’s practice sessions. With a deep sigh she sat on her too-large bed and sank into the enchanted cloud mattress.
The place she now called home really was fit for a princess. Two heavy oaken doors were emblazoned with the six pointed star of her cutie mark, as was the center of the tile flooring. Several large east facing windows allowed her the best view of the sun and moon while her bed dominated one wall. Her study was set through the archway to the side of her writing desk, and another door led to a bath larger than the Ponyville Spa. When Rarity had seen it, she had joked that she might want to learn how to make new magic herself. On another wall sat a ponyquin that held her regalia, her new crown gleaming in the fading light from the windows. All in all a perfect place, but she felt as though it would never be home like the library.
Her irritation grew as she continued this line of thought, and with it the fluttering of her wings. If she was to be honest with herself she truly wanted nothing more than to have her old life back. Celestia had cautioned that the bindings of royalty would chafe but she felt there was no way she’d ever get used to this.