Celestia's eyes, the color of delicate magenta flowers that shone brightly in the light of the first morning rays, began to fill with tiny droplets of transparent liquid that glistened in the soft light of the afternoon sun which glowed a glorious golden hue amongst the pristinely blue sky and shone in through open window panes arranged in rectangles separated by precision crafted window grating set amongst clean, smooth gray walls of Canterlot castle that sported off-gray support columns etched with large lines that flowed lazily yet evenly creating large diamond likes shapes that went from the palace’s floor up to the ceiling behind royal purple banners that were draped across the windows and drooped slightly between golden ringlets set in each column that were also sometimes decorated with banners of brilliant blues with lovely gold trims of tassels so expertly woven it was practically a crime that they went unnoticed and unappreciated by the castle staff and ponies who visited at sometimes regular, but more often odd, intervals as well as the present ruler who sat at a table as she took the ornately decorated four pronged fork that was roughly the length of a full-grown unicorn’s horn and ended in a spade like design which was riveted ornately with gold and polished silver currently held aloft by shimmering canary yellow magic that sparkled like dew kissed by the first light of the morning that gently guided the utensil towards the alabaster alicorn’s open rose-colored tongue which sat behind two rows of perfectly arranged ivory teeth that gleamed in front of the slightly moist with the salivation of anticipation mouth muscle which the sweet spongy morsel of cake was brought down on where it immediately began to fall apart upon solid contact within the humid environment of the sun pony princess’s open mouth as the dessert’s richly flavored and green like the color of a field in spring buttercream frosting wonderfully balanced with the more delicate flavor of the baked item creating a harmonious duet of flavor that seemed to dance across the winged ruler’s taste buds as Celestia closed her mouth, shrouding both cake and the prongs of her fork in the mysterious darkness caused by light being blocked by supple smooth cheeks which changed from off-white to a slight pink hue created by a slight increase of facial temperature as slightly more blood was pumped to that area creating a light blush that could still be seen despite the tiny smooth hairs that covered the pony princess hooves to head which was adorned with a golden crown that looped around her ears and was decorated with mirrored etchings that were not too dissimilar from uniform flames or perhaps waves that gently cascaded towards a tall sloping cliff that ended in a point next to a heart set below a diamond shaped amethyst set in the center of the crown below a central peak sandwiched between two smaller ridges atop the royal headpiece which happened to rest against the longest horn in all of Equestria that jutted triumphantly up towards the castle’s high ceiling amidst a shimmering collection of pastel pink and blue hair that formed part of a mane that sparkled like an aurora borealis along with purple and teal waves of gentleness that wafted in the breezeless room occupied by Princess Celestia, the pony who raised a lowered the sun each morning and evening and currently held the fiery orb near the zenith of the Equestria’s sky signifying that it was likely either just before or past noon unless the princess had somehow miscalculated the position of the sun, which was unlikely as she had been moving the heavenly body practically without break for a millennium save for the odd time she was indisposed via a surprise attack from a powerful foe or gambit where she passed her pony princess powers to another willing, if perhaps unworthy, pony princess to safeguard the very country she loved with all of her heart thanks to the wonderful ponies that inhabited and filled her days with joy and wonder even if they did occasionally exasperate even this princess with patience that one might think would extend for all of eternity but which, in fact, did have its limits at time showing that even ancient rulers of blissful countries were imperfect but in an aspect that made said rulers more relatable to their subjects and thus highlight their sublime natures and perhaps even better establish that Celestia, longest standing ruler in Equestrian history who controlled the very heavens and watched over her subjects with gentle love and care, was perfectly suited to her rule as princess and any pony who thought otherwise was certainly crazy and not to be trusted and should simply overlook the occasional, and completely understandable mistake when maybe the princess is in a dire and stressful situation and trying to concentrate on what she says for the sake of Equestria which she values so much she selflessly forsakes her own safety and ends up incapacitated and turned into some sort of terribly tragic, yet beautiful statue of stone that thankfully had been restored to the most beautiful creature to ever grace reality with her mere presence such that pure happiness and contentment was cast from the slightest glance of her shimmering eyes of pale purple-pink which were set above a closed mouth that had trapped a bit of food behind a pair of the fullest, most luscious lips in all of Equestria which curved up into a content smile that would immediately fill all who gazed upon it with a sense of wellbeing that wrapped around them like a comfortably warm blanket as the frosting and sugary flour base practically melted into one homogeneous mass upon the ruler's tongue which elicited a soft hum of delight as joyous air was pushed up from lungs to do a graceful prance upon the vocal cords like angels gently singing the praises of this small bit of food to the beat of a heart which was aflutter from the simply joys of a well-crafted baked cake.

Author's Notes:

*Mad cackeling*