- >"Princess Luna, your beauty matches no other!"
- >"Your highness, truly I have never seen such serene eyes..."
- >"Your features, supple, as your beauty and radiance surpass all."
- >You are Princess Luna.
- >You are sick of all of these loveless stallions trying to woo you.
- >You're sure they only like you for your looks, and aren't actually interested in you.
- >It also bothered you that they thought using sophisticated language would win you over.
- >Such is the life of a princess.
- >You just wanted silence, but these suitors were much more active this time of year.
- >Was it because it was spring time?
- >You had heard something from your sister about ponies copulating during the spring.
- >That didn't mean you were available, however.
- >A stallion had come up to you as you made your way through a busy market.
- >"Your night sky is as beautiful as you, my princess."
- >You had ignored the swine and continued on your way.
- >It wasn't only public compliments, either.
- >You were also receiving private gifts, delivered through the mail.
- >Most were either perfumes, flowers, or chocolates.
- >You didn't mind the chocolates...
- >But aside from that, sometimes you also received love letters.
- >In some the writer would pour their soul in trying to impress you.
- >Others were, well, more crude, describing what they would do to you in the bedroom.
- >Still, was this not a natural thing for a princess?
- >Celestia was receiving almost the exact same treatment this time of year.
- >However, it seemed to be more severe with you.
- >Was it because of your connection with the night?
- >You pondered as another pink envelope had been delivered to you by a guard.
- >At this point they were starting to pile up in a corner of your room.
- >You were starting to wonder if you should wear a disguise in public.
- >Or maybe pretend to flatter them?
- >Or insult them?
- >No, that would be unfitting for a princess.
- >You wondered at your desk, disregarding the paperwork that needed worked.
- >What were you to do to stop this lusting menace?

