Take your time. We understand it’s a big decision.
Well, there is a third option. We didn’t bring it up with Arcel because We didn’t want to get his hopes up.
We’ll try to get Corona to sign a prenuptial agreement that will make all these machinations unnecessary. But, in the probable event she declines to sign, We need to be prepared.
*Nightmare Moon notices the Avengersprite is angry, and sighs.* We know you’re not dead, you know. It’s simply the law believes you to be so.
You wouldn’t actually have to be a prostitute. You’d just have to get a license to be one.
It would mean you’d have to have sex with any member of the royal family who asked, but We’re fairly sure nopony but Us will take advantage of that… as long as you stay away from Molestia.
(Applebloom)
Nightmare Moon, that’s…! *Apple Bloom stares in shock at the captured figure*
You! So you sicced the Heartless on me, huh? And you came to finish what you started?
What? No! Scootaloo, Nightmare Moon had nothin’ ta do with-
Scootaloo, Applebloom asked Us to help her find you. Where’s Sweetie Belle?
Well… if you were a licensed sex worker, under certain laws that are very old but still in effect We could exercise Our right as royalty to sample your wares, and Corona could raise no objections.
All right. We’ll look through Equestrian law, to see if there’s another way.
*Some time later, after looking through the old archives located in the dungeons beneath the Moon Castle, she returns to Arcel.*
We found another way. We don’t think you’ll like it anymore than the previous method, but it sidesteps the slavery issue. *She seems hesitant to even mention it to him.*
Interesting… Tell Us, what is the latest gossip among the Celestial Court?
As fun as that sounds, We’re not sure if that’s even possible. Equestrian law has no provisions for Spritedom. Legally, you’re dead.
Now, if your next of kin signed you over to Us, that might work.
