Belathkin

 "Yes, your majesty," Twilight said woodenly to the figure in front of her. It sounded strained and forced even to her; hardly worthy of the attempt. She attempted a bow to soften her tone, but it felt stiff and jerky. She was blowing it. Maybe if she did it over, she'd be forgiven for such an unworthy display. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes. Your Majesty?" She shook her head and chewed the inside of her cheek. Why couldn't she say it? "Yes, you are…? Majesty! AUGH. Why can't I get this stupid line right?" Twilight glared at the little pile of papers sitting on the stool beside her and briefly entertained the idea of se