A series of short stories following the romantic relationship of Princess Celestia and Queen Chrysalis.
Princess Celestia never thought she would ever truly find "The One." And she certainly never thought that when she did it would be someone who tried to conquer her kingdom.
Queen Chrysalis had no room in her heart for love. It was food and nothing more. Falling in love with a princess was definitely not something she would ever expect.
This is a series of short stories detailing the daily lives of Princess Celestia and Queen Chrysalis and the forbidden love they share.
I never had so much trouble sleeping before in my life.
It’s all her fault.
I was staring up at the ceiling with my assuredly bloodshot eyes. This was the fourth night in a row that I just couldn’t sleep.
Thousands of years, at the very least, and I haven’t been plagued with such sleepless nights. A bit ironic really. I’ve lived for so long I no longer remember just how old I am and yet I know for a fact that I’ve never had this much sleep trouble.
Is that ironic?
Hell, I’m too tired to know. Too damn tired to care either.
I turned to look at the clock at my bedside with my burning eyes. It was well past the time I would just naturally fall asleep. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem were it not for my duties.
Raising the sun itself requires energy. Energy I get from sleep. Sleep I haven’t had for days.
Presiding over Court didn’t help matters. Though I did change it from a daily occurrence to an every other day one, centuries ago. Hasn’t helped the last few days though.
I’m not a normal pony and I can go longer than most without sleep, but when it’s combined with both my celestial and terrestrial duties it’s just too draining.
I could recharge easily with even just onehour of good sleep, but I couldn’t even have that apparently.
And it was all her fault.
It was simple at first.
She was like an oversized, breathing, sexy, teddy bear. She made sleep more comfortable. And even before the sleeping she provided an ear for which I could vent my frustrations. An ear that I could confide in. That I could breathe upon to make her shiver. That I could lick…
These thoughts weren’t helping.
I know she had good reasons, but couldn’t she have found a way to sneak away and sleep with me. Not sex, just sleep. Sure she had to attend to things miles away from me, but still.
And because of her selfishlessness, it’s a word look it up, I was spending my nights tossing and turning when I should be sleeping.
If I didn’t love her so much…
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I heard that familiar tapping on my window. It was her secret knock. The one she did when she wanted to let me know it was her and her alone. The one that we really needed to shorten. My knock wasn’t much better.
My back was to the window and I pretended that I was what had eluded me for days. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing I couldn’t sleep without her. I had absolute control. My ear didn’t even twitch all that very much at the sound. Damn sleep deprivation.
I heard the window creak open and the buzzing of her wings that was no longer separated from me; my ear twitched at the sounds. See above, damn it.
I cracked open an eye and saw the telltale green glow of her magic reflected on the walls as she used it to close the windows. She was always like that. Completely unnecessary and showy just so she could make some kind of big entrance. Given what she was it was definitely ironic, sleepiness be damned. That was without a doubt ironic. Maybe. Shut up.
Not so much big this time I guess, but still.
I shut both eyes tightly as I heard her wings stop and the sound of her hooves growing closer. No satisfaction for her. Not going to give it.
I felt the blankets shift and the bed compress as she joined me. I felt her hole-covered forelegs wrap around me and her body press against mine.
She buried her muzzle in my mane and inhaled. She always did say she like how it smelled. Like a sunrise she said. Ridiculous, but the time she first said it was really romantic and it just kind of stuck.
She nuzzled and kissed my neck, the feel of her fangs causing me to shiver, while her hooves started exploring my body.
I would have loved nothing more than to indulge her, but the second I felt her press against me I could no longer resist the Sandmare’s call. Or my sister’s call I guess. That was one of her names after all.
I was drifting into unconsciousness; a fact that did not escape my paramour. I could feel a smile spread across the muzzle pressed against my neck. Her ministrations halted and her forelegs wrapped around my middle; pulling me closely in her warm embrace.
She kissed me just below my ear, her fangs grazing against it as she went to nibble upon the tip and as she trailed slowly down to whisper in my ear.
“I couldn’t sleep without you either.”
She gave my ear one last nip before she burrowed her muzzle into the back of my neck. Her breathing slowed and I could tell that sleep was claiming her as well.
Being held by her felt right and I knew that holding me felt right to her.
I smiled as I finally slipped into a peaceful slumber. My last thoughts were of the one who stole my heart as I stole hers.
I may not be able to sleep without her any longer, but I don’t care.
A truly amazing power used to properly address large crowds or to draw the attention of smaller ones you wanted revenge on by making them deaf.
Princess Luna had made it into a very effective weapon indeed.
“BEING TOGETHER IN PRIVATE IS FINE, BUT MAKING OUT IN THE THRONE ROOM!? HAVE YOU NO RESTRAINT!?”
Luna stopped her pacing and pointed an accusing hoof at her screamees. “AND HOW DO YOU JUSTIFY-“
A gold-coloured, magical noose shut her mouth.
“I don’t believe that the yelling is quite necessary, sister.”
Sitting before Luna on a couch in the Royal Den were Princess Celestia of the Sun and Queen Chrysalis of the Hive.
“Do you promise to stop using the Voice?”
Luna’s glare intensified, but she slowly nodded. The noose disappeared.
“Aw, I liked her better like that,” Chrysalis said.
Luna turned her glare toward the changeling, presumably to finally prove that looks could kill. “I do not mind that you two are together. In fact, I am quite overjoyed that you make my sister so happy. But when you two decide to express your affections in places where the public can appear it becomes a problem.”
“Oh please,” said Chrysalis, “how were we to know that so many would be coming to the throne room? It was an unforeseeable outcome.”
“It was time for Court,” Luna said with exasperation.
“Semantics.”
Luna made a frustrated groan. “I expect this from you. You do things like this to amuse yourself.”
“True.”
Luna’s eyes narrowed. She turned her attention to Celestia and pointed her hoof at her. “But you know better. You can control yourself. You are the responsible one. What’s your excuse?”
“My lover is an evil temptress with a beautiful body,” Celestia replied without a second thought.
Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, I’m the temptress. You’re not just a temptress, but also an insatiable succubus. Our second week as a couple was just sex, sex, sex. I couldn’t walk right for the rest of the month.”
Celestia smirked. “You loved it.”
Chrysalis adopted a matching smirk “You know it.”
Chrysalis tackled Celestia, pinning her to the couch. She let out a throaty growl before pressing her lips to her lover’s.
Celestia broke it off quickly before switching their positions. “Ah, ah, ah. Who said you get to be on top?” She leaned in and resumed their prior activity.
Luna was doing her best to cover both her eyes and ears while still trying to maintain a presence of authority.
“Stop it. You’re not learning. Do you know how many of our subjects I had to mind wipe? Hello? This isn’t fair,” she whined.
It wasn’t working.
“Neat.”
CLICK
Luna turned to see the captain of her Night Guard, a bat-wing pegasus mare, hovering in the room’s entryway with a camera.
“Heh heh, this’ll be useful.”
Her captain ducked down just in time as a midnight blue beam attempted to shatter her camera.
“Oh no, not this time.” The batpony darted off down the hall, laughing all the while.
Luna’s eyes glowed white and she unleashed her greatest of weapons. “CAPTAIN STARLIT DAWN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, RIGHT NOW!”
She bolted after her captain, the crashing of thunder following all the while.
On the couch, two lovers continued to express their undying love; tuning out the rest of the world. Public displays be damned. This felt too good for them to ever care. The world may not have been ready for their relationship, but they would cross that bridge when it came.
On occasion Celestia, Luna, and I would disguise ourselves and hit the town. Usually this involved going to a diner or a movie. I have grown quite fond of those tofu dogs. Vile creation, but not as bad as I first thought. I digress.
This time was different though.
Luna’s guard captain, Starlit Dawn, one of her weird batponies or whatever you’d call them, and Shining Armor took us to their favorite bar. Cadance was along as well although she disappeared early that night and didn’t turn up again until the next morning. Apparently, she went to a donut shop and gorged herself on baked goods. I guess she has some kind of addiction from what her husband tells me. Again I digress.
I learned some very important things that night: One, Shining Armor can’t hold his liquor; Two, Luna is an angry drunk; Three and most interesting, Celestia is a fun drunk.
It was quite late when it happened.
Luna and her captain had a drinking contest that finished with what can best be described as the most pathetically hilarious hoof-fight ever. Shining Armor was passed out at the bar and a few of the Night Guard were drawing on his face; immature children. Still funny though.
And Celestia, Princess Perfect-Composed-Stoic-Superior Pants as I referred to her in my head that night. I was drunk, sue me. She was on our booth’s table dancing with a lampshade on her head. Where she obtained it is anyone's guess.
I guess I should mention that she was a normal-sized, pink-maned pegasus mare and I was a dark-coated unicorn mare. We were in disguise after all.
Anyway, this was the most hilarious thing I had ever seen. I just couldn’t stop giggling. Damn alcohol makes me giggly apparently. It was even funnier when she tripped and fell to the floor. The kicker was her raising a hoof to the air and saying “I’m okay.” I don’t know why, but that sent me over the edge. I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it.
Of course since I was drunk all that laughing caused me to fall over and land next to her. By this point she was laughing as well.
Her mane was spreadout in all directions, she lost the lampshade in the fall it seemed, and I couldn’t help but think in my drunken stupor that the pink locks must’ve tasted like bubblegum.
I was disappointed.
I’m not sure how long we laughed after that, but I do remember how much panting we did afterwards. I think that that may have been the first time I had ever laughed that hard in my life.
After we caught our breath, it happened.
Princess Perfect-Composed-Stoic-Superior Pants rolled over on top of me and kissed me.
I sobered up almost immediately.
I was shocked to say the least. I just laid there frozen while she kissed me. That minute that our lips were pressed together felt like an eternity. But after that minute passed she rolled off of me and proceeded to pass out.
She's cute when she’s passed out drunk by the way.
The thing that bugged me the most, and don’t make a damn bug joke, was that I kind of liked it. I spent the next few minutes on the floor berating myself for not kissing her back.
Captain Dawn came over and broke me from my reverie; last call was being called. Heh, call called. I thought that was funny. Again I was drunk.
Given that we were the only ones not passed out and Cadance was nowhere to be found, I carried Celestia, I couldn’t think of her by that other name after that kiss, while Dawn carried Luna and Armor. Give that mare credit, she’s stronger than she looks.
I spent the whole trip back to the castle lost in thought.
I liked it that Celestia kissed me. I liked how her arms were wrapped around my neck, how she nuzzled me to get comfortable.
It had been a year since my failed assault on Canterlot and by this point we had become good friends. In fact, we had become each other’s best friend.
I liked spending time with her. We would play games, she loves that one trivia game; she almost always wins. She cheats. I liked going to the movies or having dinner with her even if technically Luna was there most of the time and we weren’t alone. It was just the two of us a few times though.
Almost like they were dates.
We had been spending more time together before that night; just the two of us. Luna would say she had royal duties to attend to.
Luna’s reasons always seemed suspect to me. She and her sister would usually make sure to have these nights free so we could have our nights on the town. She’s also not that great of a liar.
I remember thinking that maybe Celestia had convinced Luna to forgo some of our nights out so that it would be just the two of us. Having dinner together, going to a movie afterwards, or a number of the others things we would occasionally do.
I remember coming to the conclusion that Celestia liked me. I mean really liked me. Maybe the alcohol just made her do something she’d been meaning to do for a while now.
Of course before I could have thought more on that we arrived at the castle.
Dawn dumped Armor on the stairs, they have a bit of a rivalry even now, and we took both of the unconscious princesses to their rooms.
I remember tucking Celestia in after I broke the glamor spell she was using. I remember shifting back to my true form. I remember thinking how beautiful she was. And most importantly, I remember giving her a soft kiss on the lips before I left.
I went to my room and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
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“And that’s the story of our first kiss,” Chrysalis said, “and when I started to think that there might’ve been something more between us.”
Princess Twilight Sparkle sat across from Chrysalis in the Royal Den, a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of her.
“That wasn’t as romantic as I thought it would be,” said Twilight.
“It was plenty romantic. Didn’t you listen to the end?”
Twilight took a sip of her tea. “Well yes, but my first kiss with my marefriend was under the night sky; the stars shining down on us. Our eyes met and we slowly grew closer and closer until we-”
“Oh please,” Chrysalis interrupted, “even I know that that’s a load of crap.”
Twilight’s eyes narrowed. “And how would you know?”
“Your other friends were spying the two of you and Rarity is quite the gossip.” Chrysalis took a smug victory sip of her own tea.
“Hmph, fine. Rainbow couldn’t spit it out and practically lunged at me to get a kiss. Still more romantic than your story.” Twilight stuck her tongue out at Chrysalis.
“Are you looking to start something, Sparkle?”
Twilight set her tea aside and planted her front hooves on the table in front of her. She leaned toward Chrysalis and shot her a glare, “Maybe I am.”
Chrysalis mimicked Twilight’s movements and returned her glare. “Bring it.”
“Oh just stop it you two.”
Their confrontation was cut short by the appearance of Celestia at the entryway. She trotted over to Chrysalis and nuzzled her. “I’m glad that you two don’t really hate each other anymore, but I do wish you would stop being so antagonistic.”
Chrysalis and Twilight exchanged looks.
“Fine,” they said together.
They settled back on their respective couches with Celestia joining Chrysalis and snuggling up next to her.
She had proposed to me just a week ago and of course I said yes.
It was akin to a spur of the moment; not quite, but similar.
She had put thought into that decision and I’d be lying if I said that the thought had never crossed my mind, but as with most things in our relationship there were complications.
The biggest: How would we get married?
And then there was when and where.
My changelings had officially become signatories of the Celestial Accords and were now allies of Equestria. As one could imagine, that event didn’t go off all that well, but in the couple of months since the signing, things had improved.
Some of my changelings even decided to live in pony cities and had become well received by the masses.
Celestia and I didn’t even have to hide that I was at the castle any longer. Though I still retained my position as Queen of the Changelings, I had left the day by day work to my top advisor and my general. I essentially acted as more of an ambassador after the signing.
We weren’t able to be open about our relationship yet and that is why there was the marriage dilemma.
So there we were, having our weekly candlelit dinner, when we first had the discussion about the wedding details.
And by discussion I mean drunken ramblings. The wine was a very good, very powerful, vintage and when my advisor mentioned the potential troubles with the wedding it may have worried me and may have caused me to down a whole bottle of the stuff.
Celestia wasn’t too far behind me.
We were a bit more conservative with the third bottle; we actually managed to share it.
So we were essentially drunk off of our asses. Well I was. I would far later discover that my dear Celestia loves to pretend to be drunk. Apparently, drinking over millennia would allow someone to develop quite a tolerance for alcohol.
I was drunkenly rambling about the wedding and all the crap surrounding it while she would occasionally join in and we would giggle, rinse and repeat.
I think all that last for about an hour.
And then I suggested that we should just elope.
If I had been more lucid I would have probably noticed her drunk act several months before she told me.
Maybe had I known that she wasn’t really drunk, I would have been far more surprised, and maybe a bit flattered, by how long it took before I received a response.
She actually seemed to consider it, taking several minutes of deep thought to come to a decision.
I guess some backstory would be needed to understand why she would do so.
It wasn’t because she was ashamed of me or anything like that. The number of times we expressed our love in more open places was a testament to that. She didn’t care if she got caught with me, she loved me and that was that.
But that was her subconscious; the heat of the moment. The reality was a bit different.
Despite it being legal for a couple centuries now and how it is no longer stigmatized by the majority, marriage between two of the same gender was still an iffy subject.
Many would use the argument, ‘Celestia meant this’, and yadda yadda yadda. Celestia was concerned that having a public ceremony, with the changeling queen no less, could cause an upheaval.
It was ridiculous, of course, but when it came to her subjects she had her moments of irrationality. I was the same in that regard.
Honestly, I don’t know where that stupid argument came from. Celestia was gay, not bi, not straight with an exception, just gay. She had known this all of her life so how she was roped into things I would never know.
I feel I’m drifting off topic just a bit.
Simply put, Celestia was worried about how her subjects would react to both her sexuality and her choice of mate.
So the idea of elopement was appealing to her in a way.
What she said next will always stick with me.
“No. I can’t elope with you,” I was a bit crestfallen hearing that, “I can’t because I love you too much to do so. If we were to elope it would mean that I’m ashamed of you, of being with you, and ashamed of myself as well. That could not be further from the truth.”
The wine was causing my vision to blur. I absolutely was not tearing up from joy. Even alcohol can’t make me do that.
“I want to shout our love from the tallest spire of the castle. I want to be able to be seen with you in public and not have us hide away or disguise ourselves. I want the world to see how much I love you and how much you love me.”
She reached over and took one of my hooves in both of hers. “I love you with all of my heart and I would never be ashamed of that.”
I can’t be sure what happened next, for my face met the table and things faded to black just seconds after she finished, but she tells me that I said, or rather slurred, one thing before I blacked out.
Chrysalis was in the Royal Kitchen in front of the Royal Stove. The ponies in the castle really needed to work on their creativity a bit. Or just not bother; kind of weird to name a stove.
Atop the stove was a cake. Well, a cake that was still unconstructed. There were three circular cakes of different sizes that looked quite good for a non scrutinizing eye. But when Chrysalis was finished poking and prodding at them she reached an unfortunate conclusion.
“Why can’t I make a good cake?”
She levitated the cakes from their pans and placed them on the Royal Kitchen Counter in all its cringe-worthy name glory.
Princess Luna, sporting a slight pudge, slowly jabbed her fork at one and took a hesitated bite. She chewed slowly and painfully before forcing herself to swallow.
“Can’t eat anymore.”
This had been Chrysalis’ fourth attempt at making a triple-decker cake and Luna had been tasked with disposing of them. She would have brought them to the castle guards, but they were just so good, even without frosting.
“Then don’t, moron.” Chrysalis had already started mixing up the next batch of batter for another set of cakes.
Luna forced another bite down. “But they’re so good. What was wrong with these ones?”
Chrysalis was rooted around the nearby drawers and cabinets. “They were a little overdone on the edges.”
“So? I’m certain that my sister will love them. She probably wouldn’t even notice the taste the way she shovels cakes down her gullet. I have the newspaper article that had a picture of that framed on my wall. And besides, I liked the cake.”
“Your opinion means little to nothing to me.”
Luna shot a glare at the back of the changeling’s head as she finished the last bite of the smallest section of the discarded cake.
“Ah ha.” Chrysalis removed a towel from one of the drawers and started tearing it into strips. “I’m well aware that Celly would love anything I make, but that’s the problem. I could create a blackened, cracked, vile monstrosity that would cause someone to vomit up their insides and she would ‘love it’.” Chrysalis finished tearing apart the towel and sighed. “I just want to make the perfect cake for my fiancée.”
Luna had cringed at Chrysalis’ description and pushed the rest of the cake away from her. At least that stopped her from potentially exploding.
Chrysalis levitated the strips of towel under the sink and soaked them; wringing them out when she finished.
“What exactly are you doing?”
Chrysalis took a new set of pans and lined them with the slightly damp strips of cloth. “A technique I recall hearing about from one of my subjects. He had infiltrated a wedding as one of the caterers and learned of this technique to prevent the edges hardening when the bakers had misplaced their professional tool for that stuff.
“It was a few years ago and while I feel it would be best to find said tool, I have no desire to tear apart this kitchen. I just don’t have anymore time.”
Chrysalis finished with the strips, poured the batter and put the cake pieces into the oven. “I love her and I will will make the perfect cake if it kills you.”
“...reassuring.”
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Princess Celestia couldn’t wait.
Her fiancée had not only cooked her an amazing meal, a pasta dish that was Celestia’s absolute favorite, but had also baked her a cake.
Chrysalis had left to retrieve it only a moment ago and Celestia was already tapping her hoof impatiently.
Saying that Celestia loved cake was an understatement that bordered on blasphemy. One of the greatest dishonors a noble could receive was being served no dessert during a dinner party with the princess. If the nobles acted like children, they would be treated like children.
A cake made specially for her by the love of her life was too much. She was debating with herself on whether she should rush after Chrysalis or not when the private dining room’s door opened.
Chrysalis levitated from behind her back the most beautiful cake Celestia had ever seen.
The frosting was white with a light green trim. The trim was designed to look like flames, similar to the ones that enveloped Chrysalis when she shifted her form. Around the center section of the cake were small frosting versions of Celestia’s cutie mark while the bottom section was covered in green hearts. The top section had ‘Chrysie ♡ Celly’ wrapped around it; Chrysie in green, Celly in yellow, and the heart a mix of both.
Her mouth was watering at the sight and it took all her willpower not to launch herself at the cake and her lover.
Chrysalis set the cake down in front of Celestia before taking a seat across from her. The alicorn took time to marvel at the cake and then met her fiancée’s expectant eyes.
Instead of burying her face into the pastry she levitated a fork and took a small piece. When the piece met her tongue a burst of pure deliciousness invaded her senses. It was pure bliss.
It didn’t take more than a few minutes for the cake to disappear.
Chrysalis was wide-eyed at the vicious display of cake brutality. She’d only been able to get to bites before Celestia tore into it; completely forgoing the fork.
When her lover lifted her head from the scene of the crime Chrysalis found herself laughing at her frosting-coated face.
Celestia narrowed her eyes. Before she could lick her face clean, Chrysalis beat her to it.
Celestia blushed.
“I take it you liked it.”
“Truly the greatest cake ever made,” Celestia gave her a quick kiss, “you making it was just the icing on the cake.”
“Technically I used frosting.”
Celestia rolled her eyes. “You sure know how to ruin a cheesy romantic line.”
Chrysalis pecked her on the lips. “That’s half the fun.”
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Luna was slowly making her way towards her room in order to lay down and attempt quell the nauseating feeling from her previous indulgence.
As she reached her bedroom door she heard the telltale pop of a teleportation spell nearby. She turned to look further down the hall and saw her sister pinning Chrysalis against her own chamber doors; engaging in a heated battle of the tongues.
“She just had to miss the inside of her room.” Luna groaned and mock gagged at the sight. Not a good idea...
I couldn’t help but remember a couple of milestones in our relationship.
Chrysalis would always deny that she was a romantic despite occasionally proving otherwise.
For instance, our one month anniversary as a couple.
Luna told me that Chrysalis was running around and panicking because she felt that she needed to do something special. Well, running around as best she could; she was still a tad sore from our “activities” during our second week together.
Though, I guess that taking part in such “activities” near daily after that second week didn’t help much. Of course she wouldn’t be able to deny that she enjoyed it as much as I did.
I guess reminiscing about the more carnal aspects of our relationship is causing my thoughts to wander, but it is relevant to this story.
It was the night of our one month anniversary. Personally, I felt that celebrating such a thing was unnecessary, but one month is next to nothing to an immortal goddess such as myself.
I remember opening the double doors to my room and being greeted by something completely unexpected.
Now I should mention that I hadn’t seen Chrysalis since dinner just an hour prior. I had intended to go to my room, read letters and maybe a light novel, hopefully with Chrysalis by my side so that we could cuddle. She loves cuddling. She is just a big softie despite acting like a quote-unquote “Psycho Bitch” as she likes to say.
So imagine my surprise when I entered into a room completely covered with bouquets of the most beautiful roses I have ever seen. Even the floor was littered with petals.
The lights were off and a more subdued, romantic glow was provided by scented candles of the most wonderful lavender. And the relatively large fire consuming my bed.
I didn’t react. I guess it was such a surprise that my mind just shut down. The lavender must’ve had something to do with it as well; it is a calming aroma.
My lover was frantically beating the blaze with my blanket that somehow remained untouched by the flames. I like that blanket. And she was using it to douse a fire...
I believe that that realization was what spurred me into motion. I, in my haste, summoned all the water from my meditation pond in a secluded part of the castle gardens in order to quell the flames. And soaking anything around my bed area, my blanket and lover included, and quite a few rose bouquets.
Chrysalis turned to me with a sheepish grin and after moving her wet mane from her eyes, rubbed the back of her head.
“Eh heh heh... happy anniversary?” she offered.
Let’s just say that a combination of the thought put into the set-up and her glistening body convinced me to teleport us to her room and have a more proper end to our celebrations.
And after that act of spontaneous passion had concluded and I found myself gazing into her eyes, I said those three most wonderful words for the first time.
“I love you.”
Of course, seeing my room the next day and the effects my teleportation spell had on the surroundings made me realize that I really should have doused the other candles. I moved in to Chrysalis’ room for about a week after that.
She moved onto a couch in the den.
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Then there was the time that would ignite the spark of an idea that would lead to what would assuredly be the best day of my life.
I was sick with the flu.
Naturally-born alicorns have a far stronger immune system than other ponies and even alicorns that were once regular ponies. Twilight and Cadance see this as a bad thing. I do not.
I may not get sick as often, in fact I’m sure that I hadn’t been sick in nearly a few centuries, but when I do it is far more debilitating and less pleasant.
I was coughing, sneezing, hacking up unspeakable things, and felt completely drained for almost two weeks. While I enjoyed the idea of not having to deal with my duties, in practice it was hellish.
By this point in time, six months since we first became a couple, Chrysalis had officially moved into my room. Not that she spent much time in her own room for those six months prior.
She served as my nurse for those two weeks. She would bring me all my meals, fluffed my pillows, provided medicines, and generally treated as, well, a princess. She even held me when we slept despite my protests about the risks to her own health. I did draw the line at kissing. I didn’t want her to get sick after all.
It was during the last day of my being sick when that special moment occurred. I was already better, but no one would let me take over my duties until I was one hundred percent. I’m not a child damn it.
Among these duties that I was prevented from doing was raising the sun. My dear sister, Luna, had taken over that duty and was doing a commendable job. I did better of course.
Anyway, on that last day she was late. It was already ten minutes past the scheduled sunrise and the sun had yet to peak over the horizon.
As you can imagine, this irked me. Here I was being forced to not do anything and the sun, my sun, was behind because of it.
Just as I was about to leave the bed and attend to my calling, the one I got my cutie mark for and should make sure is always on damn time, the first rays of the morning filtered into my room.
As I was preparing to hunt down my sister and give her a piece of my mind the balcony door slid open. I realized at that moment that the curtains were not drawn over the glass entrance as they normally were which is why I was able to even seen the suns rays.
I also noticed, as she entered, slid the door closed, and pulled the curtains closed, that Chrysalis was not in bed with me either.
She turned and hobbled toward the bed. She was completely exhausted and her eyes were barely open and she was hanging her head.
As she reached the bed she fell forward and only her upper body made it to the comfy embrace of the mattress. She looked up at me with that rare, beautiful, and genuine smile and said something that deeply affected my heart.
“I moved the sun for you. I love you.”
And with that she passed out.
I would later learn that Luna had been teaching her how to raise the sun as I was sick in bed and that that day was the first time she had managed to do so without aid.
But at that moment I didn’t care how she did it. All that mattered was that she cared deeply enough for me to do something so risky just to show me how much she loved me.
I was crying as I kissed her forehead.
I used my magic to lift her onto the bed and held her close to me. I stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ears, hoping that they reached her even in her sleep. It was that moment that made me have a truly life changing idea. An idea that took me months to think through and act on.
I loved her more than anything else in this world.
And I was going to marry her.
♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥
We have had so many moments such as those, but as I walk down the aisle toward the altar where my lover, my fiancée, was waiting for me those were the ones that were at the forefront of my mind.
When I told her that I loved her for the first time and when I saw just how much she cared for me during the time I was ill, especially that final gesture, they changed how I looked at her and our relationship.
Of course, there was our first date, the first time that she said that she loved me, holidays and the like, the day I proposed, there are just so many memories that I will forever cherish.
This moment especially, walking down the aisle and seeing not just the love of my life, but my dearest friends, my sister at the altar waiting to perform the ceremony, and even my mother sitting at the front with the biggest smile I have ever seen her with.
Twilight was my Mare of Honor and her friends were my bridesmaids. It took time for them to all come around to the idea of our relationship, but now they couldn’t be happier for me and that filled me with so much joy.
During the wedding prep, Chrysalis’ parental figures who were supposed to stand next to her at the altar were unfortunately unable to do so after a trio of fillies had injured them in a failed cutie mark acquisition.
It may have been best not to ask them to watch after those three.
Their substitutes, at my fiancée’s request no less, were quite surprising.
Her Mare of Honor was none other than Cadance whom she had come to think of as a good friend. It did not take long for them to bury the hatchet.
Shining Armor stood next to his wife as a bridesmaid; Chrysalis insisted that he be referred to as such. They took much longer to become friends and for quite some time they would almost literally attempt to bury the hatchet. In each other.
Finally, Starlit Dawn, my sister’s guard captain, stood on the other side of Shining Armor. She and Chrysalis developed a respect for one another and a friendship that was a tad vitriolic at times. Still, they became friends before Chrysalis and Shining Armor did despite initial distrust of each other.
And then there was my mother sitting in the front row. We never had the best of relationships, but that is a tale for another time. She was here and that is what is important. To say my subjects seeing my mother were shocked to discover I had one is a bit of an understatement. Especially since she could pass as my and Luna’s sister.
But the most important person was, of course, my beautiful fiancée.
She was dressed in a flowing white wedding gown just like mine. Her mane was done up in a loose bun, one of my feathers was hanging from her mane by a string, and she wore a silver tiara. Most important though was the pendant she wore. It was a blue crystal pendant that was in the shape of half of a heart. The other half of the one around my neck.
As I neared the altar, our eyes met. We held each others gaze as I stepped up to the altar and turned to face her.
We were both smiling. Our eyes communicating our thoughts to each other. No words needed to be spoken.
Neither of us were paying attention to my sister as she started speaking. The only thing that mattered to us was one another; lost in the other’s eyes.
It was all mechanical. We said our “I do”s and slipped the rings on our horns without ever breaking eye contact. As the rings were put on ours horns, Chrysalis mouthed ‘I love you’. It was a gesture I returned as well.
The rings we now wore were not ordinary. They were designed with a changeling marriage ritual in mind. A ritual meant to unite the souls of the two who wore them and, as long as their love remains true, would bind them together for eternity.
We chose to do this ritual because it had a chance to give us something we thought we may never had.
An eternity together.
Ours souls being bound together would intertwine our lives and hopefully allow Chrysalis to live for as long as I do.
Essentially, shared immortality.
At the sound of Luna saying “You may now kiss the bride.” We did just that.
The kiss was soft and sweet. Not to fiery nor too chaste. It was slow and full of love and desire. I will always remember this kiss. Especially with what came next.
The rings on our horns came to life with brilliant light.
Yellow and green moved around the both of us, mixing together before returning to the rings; our lips never once separating. As the rings took the light back into them they faded and the two of us felt our very souls become one.
I don’t think that I will ever be able to describe that feeling. The closest word I can think of would be nirvana. I finally felt what Chrysalis had been able to for so long.
I felt her love.
I would guess it was similar to what changelings felt from those around them, but in this case it was only from her.
As we finally parted and the world came back into focus I heard the clapping of hooves and the deafening cheers of, not just my guests, but of my subjects gathered outside. I swear the whole of Canterlot was shaking.
The azure pendants around our necks had merged into one and the rays of the sun peaking through the windows made it shine brilliantly.
This day had been just perfect and I know that, rain or shine, so would the rest of our lives.
