Why they call her 'Momlestia'
The Royal Guards, what hasn’t been said about them that already was. Stalwart defenders of Equestria and the Diarchy, their training is matched only by their devotion. They don’t so much as blink when they’re on the job, ever vigilant and unflinching. Defending the crown and the vast halls of the royal palace is an honor granted to a select few that made their devotion shine like the sun. It was boring work for most but the opportunity of being close to the princesses was a dream shared by many in the ranks. One pony might assume they’re robotic but they’re flesh and blood, every bit as flawed as any living being. However, some guards would place duty above their personal wellbeing.
Sleepless Frost, a royal guard sergeant, let out a big yawn, echoing throughout the halls of his post. The navy blue pegasus took great pride in his duty to the crown. Through toil and sweat, he attained his rank but at a personal cost. Fitting of his name, he had occasional bouts of insomnia, depriving him of one to two nights of sleep on average. On such days, he relied on his willpower to carry him through the day with the hope of a good night’s sleep. It only carries him so far, as he has his limits.
Sleepless Frost was stationed at the entrance of Celestia’s chambers with Mango Breeze, a private. Mango observed his superior officer with concern as he relied on his spear to support his weary fours. It has been two nights he went without rest with a third on the horizon.
As his mind zoned out, a familiar tuned passed Sleepless’s ears. Twitching his eyes around, he saw a pony he hoped wouldn’t cross his path: Celestia. Immediately, he stood at attention with a noticeable shake in his limbs. He hoped to harmony that she wouldn’t notice under the fear of shame.
“Good evening,” Sang Celestia, “I hope you’re both well.” The way she sang her greeting was motherly. To many a guard, she was like a surrogate mother of sorts.
“G-Good evening to you, y-your majesty.” Said Sleepless Frost with a noticeable hitch in his voice. It made Celestia observe him with concern. His voice sounded tired and his body was weary, barely able to stand on his own. Then, Mango motioned the concerned princess over, offering an explanation.
“Is there something wrong with him?” Celestia asked. With a long sigh, Mango nodded his head.
“He’s been having problems going to sleep.” He replied to Celestia’s worry.
“Oh dear, how long has he been like this?”
“Two days so far.” Celestia was more shocked than Mango Breeze had anticipated. She wondered how anypony could go without sleep yet still be able to uphold their duties as a guard. Though she lauded his commitment, she viewed such stubbornness as harmful. She cared for well being of all ponies; Sleepless Frost was no exception.
“Okay Private, that will be all for now.” Celestia opened her chamber doors before focusing on the tired guard. “Sergeant Frost, I would like for you to join me in my bed chamber.”
Sleepless couldn’t believe what he was offered. Celestia invited him into her room for reasons he readily knew. He, however, wanted to uphold his pride and stand guard for his ruler in spite of his state.
“Y-Y-Your highness, I’m still capable of standing guaaa-” He lost his balance and fell on his side to the floor. Celestia shared a giggle with Mango over the display but she knew that there was stuff to do about his ailment.
“As much as I value your bravery, I much rather have well rested guards on duty.” With a glow of her horn, a yellow aura of magic surrounded Frost and lifted him into the air. “Now, come with me. I believe I can help you.” With a groan, Sleepless was levitated into Celestia’s bed chamber.
The magic set him down on the royal bed, fit for two fully grown ponies. The pillows felt soft and the blankets were cozy to the touch as was the mattress itself. He desperately wanted to enjoy it but he couldn’t bring himself to.
“Your majesty,” He called out. “Why are you doing this? What if somepony came to attack you?” Sauntering over to him, Celestia cracked a grin, amused at his concern for her safety.
“Oh, my brave little guard,” She sighed as she climbed onto the bed. “I can assure you that I’m perfectly safe with you around. You need some sleep and I’m going to help you with that.”
“How?” As if were on command, Celestia used her forehooves to pull the sleep deprived stallion close to her, wrapping her wings around him. His muzzle was pressed against her warm and soft chest fluff. His head being in close proximity to her upper body allowed Sleepless to hear the strong thumps of her heart beating. The rhythm was pleasing and strangely relaxing as was the tummy to tummy contact. The warm and fuzzy feeling made him almost immediately surrender and wrap his hooves around her barrel. He loved it, he dreamt of it. But most of all, he needed it.
With a yawn, he buried his face into her raspberry-scented chest fluff once more as his eyes grew heavy. As he was being lulled to sleep, he felt the soft hooves of his matriarch rubbing his back, gingerly and softly. With one more hearty yawn, Frost’s eyes shut and his mind sailed off peacefully to slumberland. At last, he can get some much needed rest, in the hooves of Princess Celestia no less. Pulling the blankets over the both of them, Celestia hummed as her eyes shut for sleep.
“Oh, my brave little guard, you work so hard to keep me safe but you push yourself too hard. No need to worry about me. You have your own self to worry about. There's nothing wrong with it at all. Just relax and rest, you’ve earned it.”