>"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?