>You sat on the bed you shared with one Twilight Sparkle, whom was currently out at a diplomatic meeting in her personal 'courtroom', as she liked to call it.
>She would commonly come back from those in a foul mood, simply tired and worn out by the day's end.
>Such was life when you were the Princess of Friendship, you supposed. Certain races didn't often want to work together nicely, particularly dragons with literally anyone else.
>As Royal Consort you had few responsibilities, bordering on none at all.
>That said, you still maintained a workshop to keep yourself from boredom. It had been set up before you and Twilight had begun dating, made from scratch out of items you had managed to find or...'find'.
>It had closed two hours ago, placed under the care of the Royal Guard that Twilight had stationed there for your protection.
>The purple pony princess tended to dote over you quite a bit, despite your insistence that you didn't need it.
>Then you were mugged by a handful of griffons, and your shop burnt down, the very next night.
>With a simple 'I told you so', she had your shop rebuilt and placed under guard.
>Could have been worse, you supposed.
>The guards could have had no sense of humor.
>"Yes, yes, I know!" You heard an all too familiar voice call from outside the room, breaking you from your introspective reverie. "Spike, please, 'escort' the ambassador outside!"
>"Right, Twi. Alright bud, you've caused enough trouble..."
>The door flew open and Twilight trotted in. Before it closed, you managed to see a tall, winged, purple dragon lift an earth pony onto his shoulder and start walking away.
>Spike had supposedly taken to his second growth spurts more naturally than the first, much to the relief of Ponyville.
>The door shut with a tad bit more force than needed, the purple pony trotting over to you as you put your book away.
>She also hastily took off her regalia, bits and bobs that her sister-in-law had recommended, and placed them on her dresser with little care.
>Said dresser and jewelry bore the many small marks and scratches of this treatment, and would need to be resurfaced soon. Nothing the Alicorn hadn't done before.
"So, how-"
>"Really don't want to talk about it." Twilight mumbled, cutting you off and climbing into her side of the bed.
>That simply would not do.
"You sure?" You asked, climbing in behind her and putting your hands on her side, making small circles with your fingers.
>She sighed, ruffling her wings slightly.
>"I've been doing this for almost two hundred years now. I think I can deal with a little post-work stress."
"I dunno, grumpy little pony."
>Twilight huffed at you, before sighing.
>"I'm sorry Anon, I hate being like this."
"I know you do." You replied, turning the small circles into a full-blown belly rub.
>She groaned in response, head pulling back a bit. Her wings stretched out by reflex.
>"St-stupid fingers...get me every time..."
"You act like that's a bad thing." You retorted with a smile, one hand continuing the belly rub while the other 'assaulted' her outstretched wing.
>"It is..." The mare replied weakly, with a small blissful grin of her own. "A ruler shouldn't be controlled...so easily..."
"Don't lie, you like it."
>Twilight giggled.
>"Maybe a little."
>Your impromptu massage continued on like this until you heard it.
>Snoring.
>Not quiet, ladylike snoring either.
>Snoring that would put your old man to shame.
>You stopped, lying down next to Twilight.
>The alicorn rolled over and pulled you in closer with her hooves, draping a wing over you.
>Looks like you were the little spoon tonight.
>That was fine. You'd return the favor tomorrow.
>Thankfully, her snoring had stopped.
>And so, with a member of royalty cuddling you like you were a stuffed animal, you also fell asleep.
>Best sleep since the night before.