"Must you be so obnoxious with your affections? I am a Queen, and I won't be treated this way, Celestia."

"Oh, please." Celestia darted forward and pressed a quick kiss to her partner's cheek, delighting in the poisonous green blush that followed. "A few smooches never hurt anypony, Chryssy."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that outside your chambers." Chrysalis looked around. "One of your ponies might hear."

"Let them hear." Celestia shrugged. "Oh!" The Sun Princess gave a sly smile. "Or maybe I'll sing of our love from the rooftops. Would you like that, Lovebug? It's been so long since I graced Canterlot with a ballad..." With a deft wink at Chrysalis, Celestia opened her mouth to sing, but the changeling queen slapped a punctured hoof to her mouth.

"None of that." Chrysalis growled. "Honestly. If only your nation knew that their mighty leader was just....just some kooky old lady."

"I prefer 'eccentric'." Celestia lilted, unphased. "Besides, it's my day off. I can have a little fun. Just enjoying a lovely, romantic day out with my darling...what was the word you used again, Chryssy?"

"Betrothed." Chrysalis snapped. "And might I remind you, Celestia, that this marriage will be purely political."

"Ohhh." Celestia feigned surprise. "Golly. So what was your political agenda last night, when you insisted on being the little spoon?"

"Why-!" Chrysalis startled, indignant. "As if I would-! Get honestly i-involved with one of you ponies-the nerve! I...I just like being in close proximity with you to...to keep a close eye on you. Yes. To, er, make sure you don't, ah....get so caught up eating so many sweets that you doom all of Equestria."

"I don't deny that possibility." Celestia smiled serenely. "Such a good leader you are. Looking out for your changelings, and my ponies. I'm so lucky to have you, Chryssy."

"Ahem. Yes, well." Chrysalis tried to ignore how warm her face felt at the flattery. There was a pause between the two leaders.

"I....suppose I might allow you to hold my hoof now." Chrysalis said, haughty. "Purely politically, of course." She quickly added, shooting the best glare she could muster at the smiling Sun Princess.

"Purely politically." Celestia agreed, taking Chrysalis' hoof in her own. "And politically speaking, I, Princess Celestia, propose that my adorable marefriend let me smooch her for no less than five seconds. Unless she begs for more, of course." Celestia waggled an eyebrow.

"Tia!" Chrysalis squawked. But Celestia only regarded her with a teasing smile, and Chrysalis tried to gather herself.

"I...ahem, p-proposal accepte-oh, just...shut up and kiss me already, you...you weird old lady." Chrysalis humphed.

"Eccentric, honey." Celestia pleasantly corrected, before leaning forward.

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