In the dark sanctums of the hive, Chrysalis walks into her bedchambers, exhausted from her daily work, drained of love. “I wish somepony could at least give us a chance.” She slips under the covers and stops. Something's there. This
Lyra is, nothing special. Well, at least, that's what she wants everypony to think. So what happens when financial problems force her to live with a pony with the same problems? Personally, I have no clue.