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Canterlot Castle the shining and glorious beacon of civilization, the crowning jewel of the wondrous mountain city. Its stately halls of polished marble, chiseled granite and quartzes in a dazzling array of colours, expertly carved wooden accents. Every inch and detail from its construction to its decor made one stare in awe.
Bearing that in mind one can then link terms not suitable for such a grand place. One such term was wet along with its many cousins of synonyms and other similar terms. Today however the Canterlot Castle was soaked.
Wet was meant to only be used by the cleaning staff as they worked through the many miles of expansive and grand hallways.
Water was also invalid for it was used only in reference to the simple drink that ran the Grand Engine that was Life. This Grand Engine in turn powered the other Grand Engine that was the Government.
Liquid was yet another term not mixed with the grand place, for it spoke of chefs preparing fine foods or the fine artisan wine enjoyed by the elites of society who populated the Castle at all hours in hopes of currying favours among those in power.
Nonetheless the Castle was wet, water dripped from all corners, curves, and lines of the castle. There was of course a rather simple explanation for the current state of affairs.
Barely a month before was a joyous coronation that announced to Equestria and the lands beyond of a new Princess. One who would join the ruling monarchs making the Diarchy, a Triarchy. This new Princess held no lands or castle of her own (the modest tree library in Ponyville was summarily ignored by elites as nothing more than backwater hogwash) and so to begin her reign off she held Court in Canterlot Castle. One may argue of the need for its newest Princess to own her own castle but that had yet to come to fruition (one may also argue that said view was due to ponies of wealth and of little and all those in between desired a place to badger said new Princess without the backup of the elder Diarchy).
The first session was held today, it was grand, it was regal, and it was all that Court truly was. Beautiful to look at, dull to be a part of. Of course all this ended when a resounding splat was heard; all present looked for the source of the noise. All present found a burst balloon sitting on the head of its newest Princess. All present in the gathered mass noticed the now wet mane of its newest Princess. In the meanwhile, the Royal Statuary Guards swept their eyes across the room and found the eldest Princess, a large pony of white, hovering several full balloons in her golden aura.
Predictably all hell broke loose once the balloons found their targeted place on the gathered mass. What followed has been described by historians and (some) panicked bystanders as the Grandest Water Fight to erupt within the confines of the Castle, or by the more preferred name, the Water War of Princesses Celestia and Twilight.
Said result of the Great Water War was a thoroughly soaked castle that was never meant to be so desecrated in such a plebian manner, equally soaked (elite) ponies who were also displeased to be caught in such a common activity, a washed out Royal Guard, and a pair of soaked Princesses who upon truce disappeared together and were discovered numerous hours later in each other’s hooves. The implications were staggering and predictably became the headline for the next day’s paper.