I'd rather just rest up for tomorrow

Cadance leaned over and pecked her husband on the cheek as they left the ball, humming softly to herself as the adrenaline of the evening slowly washed out of her. It wasn't easy being a socialite. Sure, she was outgoing by nature, but doing it politely for hours wearing a long dress made things tiring.

"Sorry, darling, I'm just exhausted. After I get out of this dress and cleaned up I'm just going to collapse."

He was the perfect gentleman, as always. Totally understanding, not betraying even a hint of disappointment that his wife would rather spend the night alone than with him. Bowing to her in the hallway as they went separate ways to their respective rooms, Cadance untangled herself from her court dress with some help from a servant and threw herself onto her bed, arms splayed wide, her chest slowly moving up and down with each breath, letting herself come down from the evening's entertainment.

Eventually, she managed to push herself up and walk to the bathroom, one foot in front of the other, hips moving up and down with each step. Looking at herself in a mirror as she washed her face, letting the water trickle down her skin into the sink, the princess let her mind wander. What did she want? How could she even find out what she really, truly wanted?