𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒.

𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, ⸺⸺⸺ 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺.

Hidden away in the Royal rose garden with her dearest mentor, @RegalPony.

As if that lap isn't calling for her.

That implies an inherent power dynamic - and, as such, denies being equals.

Equality? Only up to a certain point.

Needy, as ever.

As long as she doesn't mind the heavy iron of a chastity belt wrapped around her hips.

Perhaps spend another moment thinking that over.

Leaving behind nothing but scorched earth in her wake.

A raised brow.

Raised brow.

Rising from slumber, stiff as a board.

Another peck pressed upon the other's cheek, her forehead, the base of her horn.

Oh, to be given permission to move? Unlikely - had she asked for it? Neigh, she shall remain held, kissed.

No response was offered as, instead, Twilight pressed a firm kiss upon the other's cheek.

No public appearances for the foreseeable future. A matter confining her to the library has taken ahold of the Queen.

Forelimb wrapped around the back of @equestriamiIf's neck; holding, pulling her tight.

When a subject bows, do they respect me … or do they calculate survival? When an old friend stands at my side, do they believe in me … or fear what I might become if they don’t?

The sun rises because I permit it. The moon falls in line because it fears hesitation.

Oh, so tasty.

Having your rival hanging from a tree is my love language, you know.