Before the fall she had been a paragon of what it meant to be royal by birth, regal in poise and posture, and aloof to anypony that wasn’t close to her.

Now however, she found herself laughing with commoners. Playing garish games like bobbing for apples and spider tossing. She was trying to learn the meaning of ‘fun’ because she had fallen. Because the one she had fallen for had asked her to.

She reached out with her magic; gently touching the mind of another. The pony that made her fall slept, but that was okay. She wasn’t going anywhere.