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- >You sat on the bed you shared with one Twilight Sparkle, whom was currently out at a diplomatic meeting in her personal 'courtroom', as she liked to call it.
- >She would commonly come back from those in a foul mood, simply tired and worn out by the day's end.
- >Such was life when you were the Princess of Friendship, you supposed. Certain races didn't often want to work together nicely, particularly dragons with literally anyone else.
- >As Royal Consort you had few responsibilities, bordering on none at all.
- >That said, you still maintained a workshop to keep yourself from boredom. It had been set up before you and Twilight had begun dating, made from scratch out of items you had managed to find or...'find'.
- >It had closed two hours ago, placed under the care of the Royal Guard that Twilight had stationed there for your protection.
- >The purple pony princess tended to dote over you quite a bit, despite your insistence that you didn't need it.
- >Then you were mugged by a handful of griffons, and your shop burnt down, the very next night.
- >With a simple 'I told you so', she had your shop rebuilt and placed under guard.
- >Could have been worse, you supposed.
- >The guards could have had no sense of humor.
- >"Yes, yes, I know!" You heard an all too familiar voice call from outside the room, breaking you from your introspective reverie. "Spike, please, 'escort' the ambassador outside!"
- >"Right, Twi. Alright bud, you've caused enough trouble..."
- >The door flew open and Twilight trotted in. Before it closed, you managed to see a tall, winged, purple dragon lift an earth pony onto his shoulder and start walking away.
- >Spike had supposedly taken to his second growth spurts more naturally than the first, much to the relief of Ponyville.
- >The door shut with a tad bit more force than needed, the purple pony trotting over to you as you put your book away.
- >She also hastily took off her regalia, bits and bobs that her sister-in-law had recommended, and placed them on her dresser with little care.
- >Said dresser and jewelry bore the many small marks and scratches of this treatment, and would need to be resurfaced soon. Nothing the Alicorn hadn't done before.
- "So, how-"
- >"Really don't want to talk about it." Twilight mumbled, cutting you off and climbing into her side of the bed.
- >That simply would not do.
- "You sure?" You asked, climbing in behind her and putting your hands on her side, making small circles with your fingers.
- >She sighed, ruffling her wings slightly.
- >"I've been doing this for almost two hundred years now. I think I can deal with a little post-work stress."
- "I dunno, grumpy little pony."
- >Twilight huffed at you, before sighing.
- >"I'm sorry Anon, I hate being like this."
- "I know you do." You replied, turning the small circles into a full-blown belly rub.
- >She groaned in response, head pulling back a bit. Her wings stretched out by reflex.
- >"St-stupid fingers...get me every time..."
- "You act like that's a bad thing." You retorted with a smile, one hand continuing the belly rub while the other 'assaulted' her outstretched wing.
- >"It is..." The mare replied weakly, with a small blissful grin of her own. "A ruler shouldn't be controlled...so easily..."
- "Don't lie, you like it."
- >Twilight giggled.
- >"Maybe a little."
- >Your impromptu massage continued on like this until you heard it.
- >Snoring.
- >Not quiet, ladylike snoring either.
- >Snoring that would put your old man to shame.
- >You stopped, lying down next to Twilight.
- >The alicorn rolled over and pulled you in closer with her hooves, draping a wing over you.
- >Looks like you were the little spoon tonight.
- >That was fine. You'd return the favor tomorrow.
- >Thankfully, her snoring had stopped.
- >And so, with a member of royalty cuddling you like you were a stuffed animal, you also fell asleep.
- >Best sleep since the night before.
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