(Note: I google her name and found Amira, which means Princess. I hope she counts as “non-pony”, still I sent other submissions for this one)

Princess Twilight Sparkle was uncomfortable. She had read dozens of books about the culture of Saddle Arabia before her diplomatic mission but none of them mentioned their lack of chair or even cushions. It was just a hard rock for her to sit down and her legs were starting to get numb because of the strange posture. The fact that her wings kept flapping in turn with her envers didn´t help but she knew she had to endure and kept a smile, she couldn't offend her hosts.

She hoped she had made a good impression on them when they visited Ponyville. They did praised her magic show but the fact that they mentioned the fireworks as their favourite part made her a little nervous. She wished she had brought Trixie along to impress. Actually, she wished her friends were here, especially Spike. But Princess Celestia had insisted that she take this journey alone, her first serious task a Princess. And of course, Twilight was now on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

She kept repeating the customs and words she memorized, making sure she won´t make an offensive comment or accidentally call the Princess a..

“..horse?”

Twilight almost teleport out of the room. When she calmed down, she noticed the Arabian Princess was standing right in front of her. Twilight had been so busy repeating facts that failed to notice she had entered the room. She blushed, wondering how many rules of courtesy she had just broke. She didn´t want to offend such a graceful and beautiful creature, a creature that possessed such elegant features and such a remarkable coat color.

Twilight shook her head. She was sure that staring at the Princess was disrespectful, as well as not answering her questions. “Excuse me, what did you say?”

“I asked if rooms for ponies are so different than rooms for a horse?” the Princess asked. “You seems a bit uncomfortable.”

“No, not at all, your majesty,” Twilight lied, her legs were killing her but she couldn't say that to her face.

She kept staring at say face. There was something about it. Maybe because it resembled Princess Celestia a little bit? That regal air about it.

“Is something the problem, Princess Sparkle?”

Twilight shook her head again. She was now blushing a deep red, realizing how much she had been staring at her. She wondered if she had offended her somehow but when she looked again the Princess seemed glad.

“If I can be blunt, I´m glad Princess Celestia sent you, Princess Sparkle. I wanted to have some words with you.”

Now Twilight was more nervous, did she do or say something back in Ponyville?

“When we met in your hometown, I was...what is the correct word? Impressed by your performance. Is that how you say it?”

Now Twilight was confused. Was the Princess blushing too?

“After your performance, I was hoping we could share some words but my brother and I had to leave so soon…”

“Your brother? I assumed that was your husband,” Twilight said and immediately covered her mouth, realizing she had use such an informal tone and said something very rude.

“No! You are confused! Oh, how can I explain myself? When we first met I was interested in you and then... wait, is that how you say it?”

By now, Twilight´s nerves was gone. She wasn´t looking at an imposing horse regent anymore, she was looking at a very nervous female struggling to find the right words. Twilight smiled, starting to get what the issue was. She patted the horse Princess´ hoof, trying to calm her down.

“Princess, can we start over? Dispose of all protocol and try to have a conversation?” Twilight suggested and the Princess nodded “Then, why don´t we start with our names.”

“My name is..Amira.”

“I´m Twilight Sparkle. And there´s no need to call me Princess. Now, do you mind if we go somewhere more comfortable. My legs are killing me.” Amira looked worried so Twilight rushed to add. “That means I´m very tired.”

Amira giggled and waved to the balcony. Twilight smiled at her and noticed her blush. Twilight giggled a little, wondering how many rules was she breaking now but she didn't really care. She was anxious to have a nice conversation with Amira and get to know her better.