Flurry Heart pretended they weren’t there, as usual. She made her slow way to Celestia’s grand bathroom, and washed herself off with a damp rag. No amount of scrubbing would wash away the shame of what she did every day, instructing the ponies of Equestria to submit to tyranny. But the princesses are dead, and the only other ponies who might help are either dead or enslaved. Who’s supposed to save Equestria now?