Celestia sat in her throne room, tall and proud.  She was as regal and beautiful as the sunrise itself, smiling softly and patiently.  On the inside, however, she felt like she could scream in frustration.  Listening to some bureaucrat drone on about the defects in the Equestrian tax laws was about as entertaining as it sounds.  Luckily, several millennia of experience had worked wonders for her ability to appear interested.  She quietly amused herself by considering trying her hoof at professional poker, and for a moment her smile was genuine.  It was quickly replaced by its false counterpart as Celestia remembered where she was.  She wasn’t really paying attention anymore.  This was more Luna’s department;  her sister was the one who had written most of the tax codes anyway.  And they had worked splendidly for the past thousand years.  Why then did this bureaucratic know-it-all seem to think it needed fixing? She took a deep breath trying to suppress the urge to send him to the moon.  