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The stars are shining brightly tonight. The moon is full and the sky is a beautiful dark blue and indigo.
But no one is admiring it. Everyone is sleeping through my beautiful display.
Why do they not adore me?
“Another wonderful day has come to an end. Thank you Princess.”
“Oh good morning Princess Celestia. You're looking magnificent as always.”
“Princess Celestia, how can we ever thank you for all you do?”
I do just as much as my sister. And I do it all alone. I protect all my subjects every night from themselves, and this is how I'm treated? Where is my respect? Where is my due? Where is my love?
I look out over my domain.
Asleep. Everyone is asleep. And even when I enter their dreams, I am often still not recognized or thanked. It makes me feel sad, bitter, but most of all, angry. So very, very, angry. I'm just as royal and just as powerful as Celestia. I do just as much work as she does. But do I ever get a good job or a thank you? No. How is that fair?
I breathe in deep as a tear falls.
“Sister, are you alright?”
I don’t turn around as I speak. “Of course sister. I’m just fine. Just admiring my beautiful sky before I begin my work. Have you seen my newest creation?” I ask pointing with a hoof to my newest constellation.
“Oh. I haven’t. That’s very lovely Luna.” She says in a voice that may fool our citizens, but doesn’t fool me. It says she’s trying to be polite, but would rather move onto something else.
“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m turning in now. Have a safe night and I’ll see you at sunrise.” she says leaving me to my thoughts.
“Yes. Goodnight then Celestia.”
Sunrise. Sunset. What about moonrise or moonset? It’s always about the sun. The beautiful bright sun. But what about the moon who lights the way at night so you don’t get lost, but is always dim enough that you can be lulled into a comfortable slumber? I narrow my eyes as I look at my newest constellation. She didn’t even look. If she had, she’d know in an instant what it was. A crown. My crown. Because if anyone ever cared to notice, Celestia isn’t the only princess here.
Why is it that the sun must always overshadow the moon? Why is it Celestia must always overshadow me? Why can no one understand me? Why can no one appreciate me? Why can no one see me?
“I’m your Princess too!” I scream into the night, knowing I’ll be unheard.
I lean my head over the rail, and weep in anguish as my cry falls on deaf ears. “I’m a princess too.” I whisper.