>You are Moon Lullaby the 3rd
>You once were a minor pony noble
>Not on the level of the princesses but you had a good amount of land under your control
>Servants once waited at your beck and call
>Those who lived on your lands used to regard you with praise
>Keywords being “Once were”
>You are now currently suffering a great indignity. An insult to your once great status!
>You are currently adorned in a outrageously puffy pink dress with a plastic tiara on top your head
>All at the behest of your…
>Owner
>So that they may take a photo for their benign internet fame
>”Come on Moony, give me a smile!”
>Their words cut you from your melancholy remembrance of your once great past
>Begrudgingly, you look to them and give a smile
>It quickly shifts to a scowl as the photo is taken