Moon Lullaby 3


                                            >You are still somehow Moon Lullaby the 3rd

                                            >Currently you are on the floor of your owner’s room, alone

                                            >He was in his office, you could hear the clacking of his keyboard even from here

                                            >It didn’t matter to you at this moment

                                            >Instead, you focused on the plastic tiara ontop of your head

                                            >Even though it was plastic, an accessory to a humiliating outfit you once wore

                                            >It felt right

                                            >Felt like something that once missing was now back

                                            >Not fully back, you couldn’t ignore the fact it was plastic instead of the metal one you once had

                                            >But it was enough for now

                                            >Raising your hoof, you adjusted it to how you used to wear your crown

                                            >You then began to practice your Royal Stride

                                            ”Step. Step. Step.”

                                            >You mumbled it to yourself, elegantly placing one hoof after the other

                                            >You were admittedly a little rusty but it had been a long time since you’ve done it

                                            >As you practiced, you began to escape into your memories

                                            >Remembering your days in court, the time in your manor, the great galas you attended

                                            >Without thinking you began acting it out to yourself, each great detail recreated using only yourself

                                            >Time slipped away from you as you recreated the dances you once did for the galas

                                            >The elegant walks through your manor halls

                                            >The orders you gave to those who once served you

                                            >All of it remembered and recreated with just you, your memories and imagination bringing it to life

                                            >That joy was suddenly shattered when you heard it

                                            >”Snrk.”

                                            >It brought you out of your memories

                                            >Looking over, stopping the recreation of the dance you performed for a wedding you saw

                                            >Him

                                            >Your owner, with a wide grin, recording you with his phone

                                            >Your face broke out into burning red as you fumbled the last part of your dance

                                            >”Aww, That was a cute little dance Moony!” He spoke softly, that condescending tone you hated so much on full display

                                            >You didn’t say anything in return, turning away from him

                                            “Don’t post that.”

                                            >You paused

                                            “…Please.”

                                            >You heard a sigh behind you

                                            >”Okay Moony, I won’t.”

                                            >You glanced over to him, soft smile on your face

                                            “Thank you…”

                                            “Master.”