The Sun and Moon are Harsh Mistresses (p. 1) by pablotetoons, literature
Literature
The Sun and Moon are Harsh Mistresses (p. 1)
Sunlight shined through the stained glass windows in golden, sparkling beams. Then, they slowly dimmed, fading to a meager, colorless glow in the windows. The court was silent, except for the ruckus, which was so loud it could be heard indistinctly from several chambers away. Indignant shouting, hooves clopping and dragging on the enameled stone tile, and the occasional whistle and pop of fireworks. The princesses waited until the imposing double doors leading into the court were thrown open.
“-an outrage! No! No! Get your filthy hooves off of Trixie!” the blue unicorn shouted as she thrashed around in the royal guards' grips.