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// 393. Masks by Dark Shade 75 
// Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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by Dark Shade 75


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“Lieutenant?” The mare inquired, walking up to the desk which currently housed an officer in full guard uniform. He quickly turned to her, his face lighting up with recognition.

“Ah! Yes, apologies, Your Highness. I was just finishing the paperwork for our latest inmate.” He scrambled to get the papers together on the desk, fumbling a bit in his surprise. He looked up at her, “Speaking of her, if you wish to press charges for the broken window, I can assure you that the case would be a done dea-“

“That won’t be necessary, Lieutenant.”

“Right, so if you’d just sign here-wait,” He stared up at her again, confusion dancing in his eyes, “You don’t want to press charges, Your Highness?” Having shaken her head, he further said, “May I ask why?”

“No one was hurt, Lieutenant…” She glanced at the badge on the desk, “Mayweather. I wasn’t even at home, as you know. Besides, I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.”

“…She threw rocks at the window of a castle, housing a princess,” He deadpanned, “Right at the window leading to the room of said princess.”

“Regardless, it’s my decision,” She stated, letting it be known that the conversation was over, “Now, if you’d be so kind as to direct me to her holding cell?”





“So.”

“…”

“I can’t wait to hear this one, I must admit,” She said, peering down at her lover through the metal bars, “Imagine my surprise when I was notified that a mare had just been apprehended attempting to throw rocks at my window.”

“…they were pebbles, not rocks.”

“That’s the same thing.” Her words were met with silence. “I wasn’t even in the castle, you know. When you shattered that glass.”

“…it was supposed to be romantic.”

“Ah, yes, of course. The time honored tradition of assaulting one’s house.” The mare behind the bars winced, so she decided to ease up a bit. “So, why the disguise? If they had seen who you were, this would have been resolved ages ago. They would have likely let you go with nary a smack on the fetlock.”

“I sort of panicked.”

She giggled. “Yes, I suppose you did. It’s kinda cute, actually.” The mare in the cell glared up at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to hold any actual malice. The glare quickly fell apart into a sheepish smile, one corner of her mouth quirking upwards.

“So, any chance I get out of here without anypony realizing who I actually am?”

The mare smiled back.





“Ah, Your Highness,” the Lieutenant quickly snapped up a salute as the mare walked back through the Ponyville precinct. “I trust there were no issues?”

“No, Lieutenant Mayweather,” Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship responded, looking over her back as a blushing Princess Celestia, her false mask now discarded, followed with her head low to the ground. “’Sunny Skies’ and I seem to have come to an agreement.”