You are a pegasus. You happen to work in the high councils for the weather ponies. Every day you receive a problem and are to associate with your colleagues what course of action to take in order to ensure a balance in the ways of Cloudsdale. Interactions with Celestia are not uncommon and you find yourself flying to her throne room about once every week. After having approached her over several undecided issues, you grow accustomed to being in her rather accepting perceptional view.
Every decision that you present her with, she manages to place just the correct option to make her people happy. It was as if she could see straight into the future exactly what her people needed.
You arrive at the castle with a fresh order of business regarding flight rules around the tops of citizen’s houses as when a pegasus flies over such buildings, it causes disturbing noises. The council wasn’t able to reach an agreement on times of day when such a thing is acceptable or at what height the pegasi should be flying. So, naturally you are the one that ends up flying clear the way over to Canterlot to settle to issue. Again, like you always do.
You enter the hall of the great ruler. Usually you’d find her sitting high upon her throne and staring down to greet you with a meaningful smile. She took a certain pride in what she did. It wasn’t an immodest pride, but a pride that just simply declared a happiness for what she did, and that’s one of the things that you like about her.
How ever she used to greet you before, though became completely opposite the way she looks at you now. Her face stares down at her hooves and her mane covers part of her face. She doesn’t move as you walk towards her.
“Celestia?” you ask.
The princess raised her head and glanced at you.
“Oh. Hi,” she said, faking a smile. She sniffed, the sound echoing off the walls, giving you no option but to hear the cold noise.
“Are you okay?” you ask staring into the weary eyes of the immortal being.
“I’m fine, subject. Did you have new business to present to me?” another sniff echoed the halls.
“Um… yes.” you muffle, distracted by the odd behavior of your princess.
You take present the bill that you and your council has been working on and stare down at it as you prepare to read. Your eyes gaze at the paper and then at your princess as her face darkens.
“Your majesty...” you begin.
“I told you, dear, please call me by my real name,” Celestia starts. The circumstances that you have come here before on have brought you and Celestia to a point of friendship in which she recommends you name her after herself rather than royalty.
Her reminder that you are able to speak to her on a less formal level makes you blush slightly. You’ve always thought of her as important and not just as the ruler of Equestria. Every time you visit, she never seemed to give off the feeling that you were lower than her. She always treated you equally and started nice conversation with you.
As you look up at her, you notice the great flowing mane as it passes part of her face. It was as if she were trying to hide herself from you.
“...C-Celestia? I don’t think we should continue this meeting if you’re not up to it.”
“I… I’m okay,” Celestia gathered, gingerly, “I’m just…” You hear a whimper come from the immortal being. Her head lowers. Her eyes look to the floor.
You drop the large piece of parchment on the floor and walk over to her the side of her throne, ignoring the protocol of: “ask permission first.”
“I need to pass…” The princess said between gasps.
“No you don’t, the bill is just a simple problem,” you help, “ and whatever your is, I’m sure it’s a lot more important. What is it?” You more beg the last sentence than anything else.
“I’m just…” She continued. Your eyes dance across her face. Her mane wavers over her eye, but she still looks just as beautiful as ever.
“I’m not loved.”
“Of course you are,” you tell her, “You have many loyal subjects that love you. Your whole kingdom loves you.”
“Yes,” Celestia continued, “But what does that leave me with. I have all the love in the world. Everyone admires me and not a single bit of hate extends to me except from beyond my kingdom. I have it all, but I have no one to give the love to. I don’t have love if I cannot love somepony else as my subjects love me.”
You feel ashamed. You are one of her subjects. Had it ever occurred to you that she needed to love somepony too?
“There’s always your sister, Luna,” you suggest.
“She’s off with her coltfriend,” replied celestia, ashamed.
“Cadance?”
Celestia shook her head.
Out of pity for both her and what love you’ve felt for her, you try something more desperate.
“I will,” you say, you blush a dark pink after saying it, but realise quickly that you will. You will, you want to be the one that tells her goodnight, to tell her that you love her regardless of whether or not anypony else does. You’d gladly be the one to take her on dates, to kiss her when she wanted, to say “I do” while the two of you stand at the alter to a canterlot chapel.
You realise you love her in a very deep way and that’s all that matters now.
“I would like that,” Responded the princess, your princess. Her lips curled into a smile and she looks directly into your eyes. You put your hoof on hers and look back into your favorite mare’s eyes.
Everyone is loved
Everyone is part of something great
Everyone is beautiful to me.