I had a dream.

It was a dream of the night.

But it wasn´t a pleasant night. The stars felt like oppressive eyes, watching over every movement, every living being. There were no clouds, only stars. Always the stars.

And the moon was fixed above our kingdom, like a dutiful jailer, never losing sight of us. Of the prisoners of the stars.

Hours went by but the day never came, only the night remained. The snow fell slowly, painting the land white. No more colors, no more life. Everything was silent, all the ponies missing. I was all alone in the snow, watching the stars, our silent oppressors.

All of a sudden I heard a cry, like the sob of a filly. It sounded almost like my daughter. I feared the worst, that she was lost in this desolate land. I ran through the snow, looking for her, the wind intensifying with every step I took until I saw a silhouette, a small child lost in the snowstorm. I called her and I noticed her wings. Wings in a horned pony. But before I could see what she really was, the storm trapped me and I woke up in my chambers.

Clover insists that I shouldn´t worry, that dreams are often misleading. Yet when he turns around, thinking I can´t see him, he rubs his chin like he always do whenever he comes across a difficult spell.

Maybe I shouldn´t worry, maybe I´m thinking too much. I always let my doubts overwhelm me. Some days I wish to have the Chancellor carefree nature or even the Commander bold approach to life but I can´t change who I am. No longer a spoiled princess but a queen with subjects and a sucessor which depend on me.

She is my only true concern, my little Selene, named after the ancient word for the moon. Her coat and mane resemble the night sky and a half moon rests on her flank. She would soon share the Princess title with my younger niece, both ruling over ponies, unicorn and pegasi alike.

My only fear is that her glorious day might never come, that the eternal night will capture her. I´m afraid to sleep so I remain by her bedside, singing a lullaby.