In the magical realm of Equestria, Soarin hides his true identity as a prince from the enchanted land of Enchancia. With Rainbow Dash reaching her 22nd birthday, he seizes the opportunity to guide her in becoming the queen of the neighboring kingdom...
Spitfire stretched her arms and leaned against the vanity table, a wistful grin on her face. "I can't believe it's been nearly a week of staying in this world."
Applejack adjusted her hat, glancing at Rainbow Dash. "Yeah, the experience has been amazin', Dash. This place sure is somethin' else."
Rainbow Dash nodded, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Told you it'd be cool. I mean, not every day you get to hang out in a royal palace."
"I still can't get over the food," Pinkie Pie piped up, bouncing slightly in her seat. "Like, those little pastries? So good! I could eat a hundred of them!"
"You did eat a hundred of them," Fluttershy said softly, earning a round of giggles.
"Don't forget about the gardens," Twilight added, straightening her hair as Rarity worked on her dress. "I could spend months just studying the rare plants here."
Fleetfoot, brushing her hair with a touch of irritation, raised an eyebrow. "The gardens? Sure, they're nice, but did you see the training grounds? I was tempted to challenge one of the guards to a sparring match."
"Now that would've been something to see," Spitfire quipped, smirking.
Rainbow Dash laughed, crossing her arms. "I don't think they could handle you, Fleetfoot. You'd probably show them up too hard."
"Well, I think it's all been wonderful," Fluttershy chimed in with a gentle smile. "The peaceful nights, the animals in the woods nearby... it's just so lovely."
Misty Fly adjusted her necklace, her voice light with amusement. "And don't forget the fancy dresses. Right, Dash?"
Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Fancy dresses. Totally my thing."
Before anyone could reply, Rarity's voice cut through the chatter, sharp and decisive.
"Enough chatter, girls! We need to be ready, and we need to look fabulous. There's no time to waste!"
The castle's royal dressing chambers were bustling with activity, filled with the sound of laughter, chatter, and Rarity's sharp, decisive instructions. She stood at the center of the organized chaos, a commanding presence in her own glamorous lavender gown.
"Alright, darlings, we don't have all day!" Rarity declared, clapping her hands together. "Let's make sure everyone looks absolutely fabulous for the ball. This is Aeatria's moment to shine, and so are we."
Spitfire groaned, already halfway into her fitted jacket. "Why does it feel like I'm being prepped for a photoshoot instead of a ball?"
"Because you are," Rarity retorted with a playful smirk. "Now stand still so I can adjust that collar!"
Suprise, sitting nearby in a flurry of lace and giggles, couldn't stop bouncing in excitement. "Oh my gosh, this is so fancy! I can't believe we're doing this. What if I trip? What if my hair falls apart?"
"Darling, if your hair falls apart, I'll be the first to notice and fix it before anyone else does," Rarity assured her. She fluffed Suprise's blond curls and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "There! Perfect."
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