Ophelia enters her room with head downcast, shoulders slumped, the blade dragging behind her, scraping loudly against the polished floor. She looks about the room, her ears lifting for a moment as she hears something in the emptiness. "Razor?" she whispers, a part of her hoping he'll be here despite what she'd said earlier. But after a few minutes of stillness she realizes there is no sound or whisper in the chill room that could be his, only the blowing wind.
She lets the blade fall from her hoof, banging loudly on the floor and shuts the door behind her with a bang. She leans her head against the door, gritting her teeth, fighting back the tears but feeling them come none the less. Wet and warm against her pelt, they come, unbidden and unwelcome. She wipes savagely at her face and still they come. In the end she wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them to her face and cries silently, the tears dragging her into a disquiet dream state.
She pours the drink into her cup, the voices all around her, whispering in hushed tones. But mainly the ones she can hear are from her supposed "friends." Rarity, a stylized pony with pomp to her mane and tail with what she thought was her best friend, Rainbow Dash, the multicolored pegasus and adventurer. But from the looks of it she may be anything but.
"I heard they took Fluttershy to prison for rehabilitation," says Rarity in a hushed whisper. "Her house and everything have been locked down."
"Yeah," says Dash, the anger apparent in her voice even from this distance. "So I want to know why isn't Ophelia locked up too! She was eating the same shit Fluttershy was and she's still here! She even wore Fluttershy's dress here! Why's she not behind bars!?"
Ophelia's hoof is shaking, her teeth grinding against one another, a part of her fighting against the tears wishing to well up. It's true the princesses hadn't arrested her. But on a compromise. After this dance she and Razor, her.. Her husband... she still can't wrap her mind around that one and chuckles lightly, her free hoof running through her dress gingerly. They're both going to be deported to the Crystal Empire where they'll be watched under by Princess Cadance. It's too much! Too much! All this...
The drink shatters in her hoof, the liquid spilling over the clean sheets and running down the length of them. She feels a tear wanting to well up. She can't handle this. She...
Calm hands rest on her shoulders, slowly massaging her tensed muscles. "What do you want Razor?" she says bitterly.
The raptor smells thick with fear and she stares at him with one dark eye as he stumbles over his own words, his cheeks a crimson red. Why is that, she thinks. "I... I... well... do you want to dance?"
She stares at him with mouth dropped, eyes wide. He begins to back away. "I mean... not if you don't want to. I just.. It's..."
She grips him and pulls his head close, kissing him intimately. Slowly she pulls away from their locked lips, his eyes filled with a wide shock. "Let's go, you idiot," she says. She needs something to get her mind off the gossipers and this will do. Plus... is her heart actually beating faster? That's stupid. It must be her imagination...
He smiles, nodding and takes her to the center of the dance floor, the slow music playing as they move hoof and claw across the floor. She does not notice as the floor pulls away from them or how everyone watches with amazement at the odd duo they make. She only sees the reptile in his odd tux with the neck chief tucked into his vest and the red on his cheeks and that gaze...
Only now does she fully notice it. His gaze holds her for she can see she has all his attention, all his desire at this moment. All of it, it's for her, and her alone. She smiles and leans her head close, resting it on his shoulder, letting their bodies press together, her nerves calming.
Though the whispers continue, through it all she is able to ignore it. Ignore the taunts and jeers, because there is a body close to her. One who doesn't mock or insult, but one who wishes to be close to her for his own reasons, his own interest in her, and in the end, that is all that matters. She kisses him lightly and smiles, enjoying how she can cause him to blush. Her. Not the beautiful Rarity or the shy Fluttershy. But her! And she loses herself in those feelings.
That night, their love making is passionate and deep, both wanton and savage. She feels how he probes and explores each cranny and part of her body, his normally shy nature gone for the heat of the moment, his fears temporarily rested, and she allows him to do so. For once to let him play the dominant role. So it is that when his seed fills her she feels a flush of joy and hugs him close, holding him hard, feeling his warmth inside her and for the first time she whispers those words... "I love you."
She kisses him then, his eyes still wide in shock and turns away from him, wrapping the sheets around her body. She feels his arms wrap around her and his mouth snuggle up against her neck. "I love you too," he whispers.
She wakens with the calling of the crow, its call making her ears twitch as they do each time it awakes her in the morning. She rises slowly, running a hoof through her mane and turns, picking up her sword and looking towards her own reflection. "Time I stop being a coward."
She turns then, her decision made and walks out the room, slamming it with her exit. It's time to reclaim what is hers.