"Your pardon."
"No, no, you raise an interesting point that.. speaks right to my pseudo-cutie mark."
And for those who don't remember: the Fascis, an Axe bound with sticks. A symbol of political unity, and highly significant when you consider Grayven's creed of empowerment..
She smiles in amusement. "We suppose that you are not aware that in Equestrian society, speaking of ones own special talent to one who does not share it marks one as a frightful bore. But… We suppose that you have been so courteous as to listen to Us pontificate 'pon Our minor vexations. Pray, bore Us."
"If I can't make my own specialist subject sound interesting, then burn my mark off with acid and brand me with a bore-mark!"
Careful, she might take you up on that...
"That punishment was once practiced in Dream Valley. But wouldst your flesh not merely grow back?"
I frown in mock indignation. "What, you think I'm stupid? Of course it would! You think I'd volunteer to get maimed?"
It'd still hurt like the dickens, mind.
"We suppose not. So then, oh potent pontificator of perfect pony presence and power politics, lecture Us the lessons that Our learn'ed tutors neglected."
An amazing acuity for Alliteration, oh alicorn a'mour... Quite melodic...
"I think it comes down to legitimacy, really. What is it in pony society that says 'this pony is someone I should listen to'?" I incline my head slightly. "Well?"
"Our sister is this land's figure of authority and reverence, having ruled unchallenged this past millennia."
And? Just because everyone's so used to her being there that it's like a mountain or a river, doesn't mean she automatically deserves to be in charge.
"And what's unique about Celestia? She's physically large and powerful, magically immensely powerful, old and wise, and -perhaps most importantly- she's been doing the job for so long that no one can imagine anyone else doing it."
"So either We are doomed, or We should wear platform hoofshoes."

Oooh, that'd be a sight.
"Luna… Let me tell you
the tale of Stanley the Tool. Stanley was a soldier, raised to the rank of Warlord for his good service to his king, and he lived in a land where the word of a nation's monarch was
absolute. A noble might rule a city, but their position was not held in virtue of their lineage but on the whim of their overlord. At any moment they could be recalled to the capital, transferred to another city… Or simply killed with a single spoken sentence. The monarchs of that land held that the Titans who created their world had endowed monarchs with rights and powers over all of those they ruled, and that to question that system was the highest heresy."
Admittedly, in their universe, Strategy and RPG game rules were primal forces of physical law, so those with the 'Monarch' keyword really
were empowered to rule.
"And in this land, there were great tools left behind by the Titans from when they made the world. In a world with many magic artefacts of limited utility and power, these tools not only outstripped them all in power but had such a strange appearance that they were clearly not beholden to the same rules as the rest of the world. And one day, Stanley stumbled upon one of these tools. Moreover, he attuned himself to it, gaining the ability to draw upon its greatest power. Thus began his rise, from Warlord to Chief Warlord, eventually gaining such renown that his monarch anointed him his heir in spite of his lowly origin."
For those uninformed about Erfworld, those 'Tools' are
literal craftsman's tools. Pliers, Claw Hammers and the like.
"And then his monarch died, and Stanley became king. And then he committed heresy. Because it seemed to him that if authority -ultimately- came from the approval of the Titans… The surely the greatest sign of their approval was not the happenstance of one's birth, but whether one was considered worthy by them to bear the very tools with which they created the world."
"Naturally, none of his neighbours -all monarchs, none attuned to one of the Titan's tools- agreed with him, and the result was a rather large war."
That's quite the understatement. By the end, it was everybody against Stanley's capitol. Not all of them happily, mind.
Luna nods. "And his arrogance at believing himself uniquely empowered was his undoing, thus proving him wrong?"
"It was more of a bloody draw, but that's not really the point. Stanley the Tool undermined the mandate of all of the monarchs he went on to fight. Their pride could not let him stand, so all manner of old enemies rallied together and against him. So where does legitimacy come from in Equestria?"
Now that is a very good question...
"Our Sister, who has ruled for a millennia."
"Does she appoint every political figure in the country? Is university level education available to everyone with the intellectual capacity to benefit from it?"
"No, and.. no. Those with hereditary peerages hold a majority of offices, those with wealth most of the rest. At least, outside of small villages."
And those mostly put whoever wants to do the job in charge. They tend to be easygoing about it though.
"Princess Celestia could drop into any of those places and be obeyed, but in practice, the ponies there are mostly following others."
"We suppose that is true. We are not certain that we see the similarity to this 'Stanley the Tool'."
Then wait a moment, Pony Princess, and Grayven shall enlighten you.
"For most of the last thousand years there has been one alicorn. Now there are five, and Sunset is openly auditioning for the sixth. And then there are the non-alicorn former bearers of the Elements of Harmony, whose great deeds have kept this country… The world, safe from monstrous evils. Of the five of them, none come from armigerous families, but all were judged and found worthy by embodiments of the virtues which -in theory- all Equestrians revere."
...Five not counting Sunset? Celestia, Luna, Mi Amore Cadenza, Twilight Sparkle... Is Grayven including himself there?
"And then we have the hereditary nobility. In feudal states, they might have the loyalty of their tenants. But as you pointed out, all ponies regard Celestia as the highest authority. They are educated and wealthy, but whatever deeds caused their forebears to be ennobled… Each time Equestria has been tested recently, their efforts have been conspicuous by their absence. So if tomorrow the bearerherd went through Sunset's process and Celestia created them duchesses and awarded them lands… Or did so anyway…"
The Nobility would be quaking in their horseshoes.
She nods slowly.
"What little natural authority they still possess would be gone."
And without authority, what are they? Snobby twits with money?
"One alicorn cannot rule a country of any size. How many ponies would have to ascend before non-alicorns are no longer required in top-level government roles? Individuals of great ability and virtue… And they're ageless, so this isn't a case of a new noble family being created and their descendants just become part of the ruling class. They can keep doing the job until they don't want to any more and… Well, Celestia's still going after a thousand years."
Suggesting that might apply to other Alicorns who take up leadership positions. And when the leaders are all immortal, what opportunities for advancement does anyone else have?
"You believe that they are reacting against me… Because they fear that their time as this nation's elite is coming to an end."
"Mi Amore Cadenza was a peasant who was elevated by magic. She knew nothing about governance and yet Celestia effectively made her Crown Princess, then gave her a city to run. Was Blueblood in the frame for that?"
Pfft. Hardly. As sensible as he is, he's not governing material...
"Neigh, he was not."
"Me, I'd have sent someone with experience as a big city mayor. But Celestia sent a guard captain and the other alicorn, and no one questioned it." I shake my head. "Equestria's elite have no reason to ease your path. You're a threat they can't deal with."
So then what? What does she do to make them
not see her as a threat to them?
She sits back on her haunches, looking thoughtful.
"Then what would you suggest?"
"There are two basic paths. Firstly, ingratiate yourself. Probably marry someone from a notable family. Fit in. Be part of the herd and work through existing power structures. Alternatively-."
She's not the sort for that. The whole Nightmare Moon incident wouldn't have happened if she were.
"Simply plough through them. We are reasonably confident that We know which option you favour."
"Naturally. You're mine."
"We are uncertain how we feel about being described as property."
Oh, that wasn't a declaration of
ownership. That was a declaration of
alliance. He is
yours, as much as you are
his.
"Luna…" I look away for a moment. "I genuinely can't tell if… You're not interested in me, if I'm coming on too strong… You can tell me. I won't be offended."
"No, that-. We admit to being somewhat out of practice with such matters. You do not appreciate your mares playing 'hard to get'?"
How refreshing to see such openness.
I lean across the table.
"No, it's confusing and annoying. I'm huge and powerful and in personal matters I'm worried that I might simply be intimidating people into going along with what I want. You not telling me what you want and giving mixed signals -especially when I'm trying to be as direct and plain as possible- is a recipe of misunderstanding and frustration. I'm happy going fast and I'm happy going slow but I need to know that you actually want to go."
Oh, she's a
goer all right... Nice to see them avoiding the usual romantic comedy pitfalls and tropes.
"Ah. The We will be plain too. You are courteous and passionate, and have about you a kindness at odds with your occasionally brusque manner. We are most certainly interested, but perhaps in such matters actions are of more import than words."
She leans across the table and kisses me.
Whether it lasts or not, I think it might be a good thing for her. A chance for affection not tied to her Alicornhood alone, which would get in the way of any relationship in Equestria.