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// The Proclomation 
// Story: My Princess 
// by EbonyPony 
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	"Princess Rarity!" a voice called through the hallway. Rarity sighed. What now?
"Yes?" she questioned, already growing impatient. Se looked the guard over once. Quite handsome actually.
"The Royal Adviser has requested that you visit her in her drawing room immediately, Your Highness," he breathed. She huffed indignantly. Why must she go there now?
"Very well. You shall accompany me to the drawing room," she grinned. He smiled.
"I would have it no other way, Princess." She took his hoof as he escorted her to Celestia's favorite room.


Celestia sat behind her desk, reading over a document. As Rarity stepped into the room, Celestia began to bow. "There will be no need for that. When we are not in public, we are mere friends." Celestia nodded, and began to pick up the document she was looking at when Rarity had first entered.
"As you know, throughout the many years that Equestria has seen queens, every one of them has had a husband to help rule," Celestia began. "Since you have yet to accept any noble's question of even something as simple as a date, I have decided to take matters into my own hooves."
At this, Rarity became a ball of rage. "I will NOT have you picking my husband as if you were picking my next dress! I told you that in good time I would find somepony that I loved that loved me back. I REFUSE your help on this!"
Celestia smiled a warm, knowing smile, and Rarity became confused. "I knew you would react that way, so i chose a little bit different route. we shall hold a Royal Ball. Any, and all ponies, even commoners, may attend, if they wish so. There will be many nobleponies there who would gladly take your hoof in marriage. My one request is this; you must choose a suitor, and accept his hoof if he does, indeed, ask. Do we have a deal?" Celestia asked. Rarity's head was spinning so fast, she wasn't sure she could keep it together much longer.
"I believe we do," Rarity stated, and with that she left.