Luna’s thoughts drifted to the past as she watched the sleeping unicorn. Her father had had nopony who loved him. He had legions of servants eager to do his bidding, but that was only due to the threat of violence against them, not love. His kingdom was nothing more than a sham. She hadn’t seen it at the time, but looking back she was appalled at his strong-hooved rule. Dissidents were rounded up and never seen again. His kingdom was orderly, his kingdom was peaceful . . . yet it held no love. No compassion. Such things were beyond his comprehension. Was it possible that he never even loved her? Could it be that he accepted her into his embrace just to increase his power? Did he think he could—with his daughter at his side—cast aside Celestia and wrest control of the sun back from her?