>Your hoofsteps echo throughout the empty hallway as you make way for the throne room.
>To be requested by one of the princesses themselves was either an honor or a death sentence.
>The sweat forming on your brow says that you don't know which one is for you; all you know is that you were called up there and, as a royal night guard, you must follow orders given to you by the higher ups.
>Two guard ponies sporting their polished plate armor stand in front of the large mahogany doors, their eyes watching you tentatively.
>"Halt," one of them grunts, crossing his spear with the mare beside him. "State your name and business."
>Rolling your eyes, you let out an annoyed sigh.
>Pertinax is the kind of stallion that holds his job above all else and takes it too seriously.
>Era holds her spear tightly in her hoof, trying her best not to laugh at Pertinax's seriousness.
"Fortis of the Lunar Guard. I've been summoned here by Princess Luna," you slyly say, not making the slightest bit of eye contact.
>Pertinax's stare quickly turns to a glare as you impatiently tap your hoof on the cold marble tile.
>He points the spear towards your face in the span of second, causing you to jump back.
>"As your lieutenant, you will show me respect when I give you an order. Do you understand me?"
>Nodding your head, you let out a breath of relief as he moves aside and opens the door for you.
>Era giggles as you walk by, noticing the slight shiver in your legs.
>Pertinax can be such an asshole some times, but if there was anyone you could rely on on the battlefield, it was that stallion.
>Pushing the giant wooden doors forward, you enter the humongous, decorated room where a single throne lay in the center, housing the one and only Princess Luna.