In response, you heard a hoity laugh from beyond the entrance to your cell, followed by the entrance of the aforementioned queen, shooting you a coy look beneath the unkempt mane that always reminded you of seaweed. You'd seen her every day for the past week since your kidnapping from Canterlot, and seeing as you'd only been there just over a week as well, her appearance was pretty standard for you. Or at least as standard as it could be while trying to process the fact you were stuck in magic horsey world, where the average citizen just barely came up to your waist.  It seemed only the Alicorn Princesses and Queen Chrysalis could actually come up to your eye level. You'd be lying if it didn't give you a bit of a power trip.