“Out of her way,” Princess Luna ordered from the throne, and at her command the guards scattered, lowering their pikes. She walked past a row of wary soldiers, looking like they were each competing to scowl at her with the most disapproval. But the princesses showed no signs of anger she could see. They remained placidly on their thrones until Lucky stood before them, lowering her head in a polite nod of respect. Not a bow—Lucky was done bowing to greater powers.