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Quilllina looked at him and she felt warm. She felt like somepony had shot her with a warmth serum. She looked into his eyes, "Are you sure..?"
Quillina looked into her eyes and she whispered, "I-I'm just a scribe... I-I'll be going now." She looked away, scared he'd punish her.
She blushed and rolled off, staring into his eyes, "I-I'm so sorry!" She hid her face with her hooves.
Nightmare smirked.
"Get your things ready, we leave for Canterlot in the morning." She hissed, shooting magic at a small statue and incinerating it.
"That was my flank." She blushed violently. "I-It was really warm..." She tripped and fell down on the floor again.
"i swear to tarturus i will rip his head off!"
"I-I think you slept beside me all night." She blushed hard.
Mirage finished with a hardcore crescendo and slammed down on the cymbals so hard it knocked one of them off. She blushed and sat down, panting.
She hissed, "He says he is now in control of Canterlot."
"Lightning?" She asked, shaking his side ever so gently.
"My son apparently is very treansonus."
Mirage started getting really into it, letting her hooves start moving faster than her mind. She was going extremely fast.
Quillina yawned her way awake and lifted her head up, shaking her mane a bit,.
Quillina remained asleep, snuggled up into him purely out of sheer instinct.
Quillina happened to finish writing soon and she eventually did fall asleep as well. She rolled into him for warmth and smiled in her sleep.
Quillina leaned towards the fire and warmed up, yawning a little. She pulled out a spare sheet and began to write a few things down.
Quillina turned and lead him up to a small study, which was warm, small, and cozy. The room was filled with scrolls, scrolls everywhere. She moved...
"Thank you so much." He blushed and he looked up, "You are a very beautiful princess. Wise, smart, and rather talented. Full of majestic beauty...
Mirage came back and she started playing again.
