"She's his little princess," you heard Chrysalis state, drawing your eyes over to the massive bed. She had the right half of her body on the bed, while her left legs shakily stood, hooves clattering on the floor. While her body still seemed complete due to the love Anon had fed her, you could see how quickly her body had grown ill in the past couple of days. The lustrous black exoskeleton that she had met you with in battle was now dull, turning grey. Her mane, once healthy and vibrant, like a thriving plant, now seemed to have wilted. The thorny crown she had been wearing now lay on the floor, untouched since she first entered her chamber.