Luna lay on the floor in her misery. Candy wrappings surrounded her eyes were red from crying. Her wings draped across the floor and her mane was mussed. She covered her face and sniffled.
“What should I do? Should I talk with her? What if she gets mad? But at the same time… maybe she needs help…” Thought a guard that peeped trough the corner of the door, taking a desicion, he walked inside and looked at the princess. “Your Highness, is everything all right? Do you need something?”
