Lyra sighed dreamily as she walked into the fancy Canterlot hotel room where Bon Bon sat on the bed, reading. Lyra was smiling but her eyes were barely open and she looked exhausted, drained.
Bon Bon frowned. “Another wonderful day with your new favorite Princess?”
“Oh Bon Bon, she’s incredible!” Lyra replied. If she caught the bitterness in Bon Bon’s tone she ignored it. “She’s so beautiful and perfect and I just love her!”
“Right. Great. I’m glad you’ve made a new friend.” Bon Bon looked back down at her book.
Lyra stretched before getting up on the bed and relaxing. She looked like she were about to fall asleep right then.
“I still think it’s weird,” Bon Bon said, shaking her head. She was getting tired of hearing the same gushing over the wonderful, perfect Princess Cadenza every day. She didn’t like anything about this.
Lyra groaned and rolled over onto her side to face Bon Bon, throwing up a hoof in frustration. “This again? I explained it to you a hundred times. She’s a Princess. She doesn’t have friends like everypony else. I was chosen at random. This is the biggest lucky break I’ve ever gotten and all you do is complain about it!”
Bon Bon sighed and lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I know we were lucky. I know we couldn’t afford a vacation like this ourselves. I just can’t shake the feeling that something is… off.”
“You’re just jealous,” Lyra retorted, glaring at her.
Bon Bon bit her lip and scowled down at Lyra. “Yeah? Maybe I am! Maybe it’s a little hard hearing you gush about the perfect Princess Cadenza every night. Maybe I’m feeling a little lonely since you haven’t touched me since we got here. All you do is wedding work and sleep. What a great vacation this is for us!”
“I’m sorry!” Lyra grunted and lifted her hooves up to her head as if in pain. “It’s just… it’s just a lot of work. I’m just stressed and I’ve got headaches all the time and I need a lot of rest.”
“You’ve been sleeping for twelve hours a day,” Bon Bon replied, shaking her head. “I just… I worry. Maybe you should see a doctor.”
“Fine, fine,” Lyra replied. She yawned and closed her eyes. “Just, after the wedding, okay? I don’t have the time right now.”
Bon Bon got up off the bed and nodded. “Alright, fine. Sleep well, I guess.”
Once again Bon Bon was left with a sleeping girlfriend and nothing to do. With nothing to distract her that nagging feeling returned. That something was wrong. She sighed and shook her head. The stupid wedding and the weird Princess and all of that was Lyra’s problem. She didn’t need to drive herself crazy worrying about it.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Bon Bon looked over to Lyra to make sure she was still asleep, and then walked over to the door and opened it. Her eyes widened when she saw the blank face of Princess Cadenza staring back at her. She looked almost irritated and it made Bon Bon nervous.
“Oh, Princess!” Bon Bon said. She did her best to smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were coming. Should I get Lyra? She’s sleeping, but-“
Cadenza smirked, and that sight stopped Bon Bon cold. She was even more imposing when she smiled.
“That won’t be necessary,” the Princess replied. “I actually wanted to talk to you. You’re Bon Bon, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, Princess.”
“Charmed.” The Princess chuckled. “Lyra told me you were asking questions about me. And so I thought we might have a chat.”
Bon Bon shivered, but she nodded. She was a Princess. How could she say no?
“Um, yes, certainly, Princess.”
Princess Cadenza grinned again and turned away from the door. “Come with me.”
She didn’t want to go. That nagging feeling was back and this time it was a nameless terror that told her to keep those hooves planted right where they were. This wasn’t right. Something strange was going on.
But there was another nagging thought. That maybe following would lead to some answers.
Bon Bon nodded and followed Princess Cadenza out the door.
Commentary from Donny’s Boy
The ending to this is deliciously creepy. A layer of pathos is added in that Bon Bon ends up going along because she loves Lyra and wants to find out what is wrong, and yet another layer is added when you remember that Bon Bon’s semi-unwitting sacrifice comes just minutes after the mild argument she’d had with Lyra. I’ve got cold shivers all down my back now. Great story!