Flaring her wings once, Princess Celestia came to a gentle landing on the cracked ground. As she smoothly transitioned into a brisk walk, the polished metal of her hoof adornments scraped along the hard soil, sending leaden clinks echoing into the air.

Celestia craned her neck around a rock outcropping, squinting as she scanned the jagged landscape. Her eyes widened as she spied a single figure, fiddling with a rock in the distance. Immediately, she set off toward the local.

“Excuse me!” she called as she approached. The red dragon, about her height, turned around to face her. “My name is Princess Celestia. I’m looking for Dragon Lord Ember. Could you please point me in her direction?”

“Huh?” the dragon replied gruffly, scrunching up his face as he took in Celestia’s appearance. “W-wait, hold on,” he tacked on, chuckling to himself. “Y-you’re a pony princess? For real!?”

“Why, yes! I’m the ruler of Equestria,” she replied, matter-of-factly, shooting him a friendly smile.

“Ha!” the teen dragon scoffed. “No way! I can’t believe a namby-pansy pony princess is actually in the dragon lands! Aren’t you scared?”

Princess Celestia pursed her lips and glanced around. “...Not really, no. In fact, this place reminds me a lot of Baltimare, but safer.”

The dragon chuckled to himself again. “You should be scared! I might barbecue you alive, and then eat you!” He punctuated his threat with a blast of fire designed to spook the pony.

Princess Celestia began to feel a little hot, and not from the fire. Blinking quickly to clear smoke from her eyes, she took a step forward. “Y-you’re not going to fawn over me because I’m a princess?”

“Yeah right, like I care about what some wimpy pony thinks,” he sneered back.

She gasped. “That’s so...masculine and independent…”

The dragon frowned. “What? Wh-why...” he took a step backward away from her.

She immediately shortened the gap between them once more. “I...could you blow that fire again, please?”

“Why are you acting so-”

“Please!” she cried, slipping into the Royal Canterlot Voice.

Intimidated, he spit some fire in her direction, albeit much more weakly than last time.

Sucking in a deep breath, Celestia wrapped a hoof around his neck. “Why aren’t you the Dragon Lord!? Surely, there can be no one stronger than you here.”

“Help,” he squeaked, as his cold scales were pressed into her warm, white fur. “H-how is this happening?”

“Mmmmm…” she hummed, pressing him back into a pillar of rock and trapping him against her. Her wings fanned out to surround him. “I would like to officially set up a royal marriage agreement between our realms!”

“Erghmfhph!” he weakly protested, his face full of fluffy pony fur.

Celestia’s ears perked up. “In fact, I’ll have my royal ambassador to the Dragon Lands, Spike, officiate!”

“ERGHMFHPH!” came the cry again, louder and more hopeless.

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