Reminds me of Conker’s Bad Fur Day. 8D

@Purplamena  

 
A sad truth that no one ever realizes until it’s too late.

V “But that is a tale for another day.”

“… who would one day become princess by her own hooves.”

Bad fur day, i love that game! Its kinda feels like Psychonauts just more morbid and grim but just as fun and surreal. :D

“…one hoof clutching her terrible friendship.”

Twilight sat on the throne, her lazy pose filling up the regal chair. The throne, designed with a demi-god in mind, was too large for her, but that had been easily amendable. A pillow taken from Lunas regal pillow room had made it comfortable for Twilights small posture.  
“I must remember to have my slaves chisel me a new throne”, she thought for herself, face drawn in a frown of thought and discontempt. “A ruler of Equestria should have a regal chair to match her person”. She shifted her position a little, trying to find a more comfortable pose, but it was not easy. The throne was too small for her to lie on, and too large for her to sit in. She felt bored. Being the leader of the biggest monarchy in the world, possibly the biggest in history, had been exciting in the beginning. But the rush was rapidly fading, and she was growing increasingly frustrated. Being a princess had been a surprisingly boring affair so far.

It’s true what they say: the grass is always greener, and you don’t really know what it is you have… until it’s gone…

You’re never too old for dress-up. Even when it’s with the princess’ regalia.