TW: child abuse
“Now, Princess, if you’re not careful to control your emotions you might do something you’ll regret. Remember that your magic is the strongest in the land except for your mother’s.”
Princess Honey Hooves snorted and gave her mane a toss, stomping in a small circle and glowering at the stringed instrument in front of her. She allowed herself the luxury of nursing some dark thoughts and tasting the satisfaction of tossing it or somepony out the window of the castle for them to shatter on the rocks below, and soon enough she felt her head clear. It was always as if she was sinking below deep water and churning her hooves in the hatred and disgust she couldn’t help but feel in all but the brightest of times only to churn them long enough to bring her head bursting above the surface to gasp in breaths of fresh air that invigorated her lungs once more. Her father disapproved vocally about her mood swings, and her mother was constantly giving her gentle reminders that there was only danger to be found in the mire of rage.
But she could not change who she was, and she often sat smugly in that fact, especially when her father was concerned.
“I’m done,” she announced, frightening the small unicorn that clutched his own harp to his chest.
“Um, your highness, I don’t want to overstep my bounds, but your father-”
“If you do not wish to overstep your bounds,” she retorted, “do not presume to tell me what to do. You’re dismissed.”
This story. You must read it.