The sound of your impact in the ground reverberated through the large, extravagant Bright Moon palace. Despite the Princesses claiming that it was a “holding cell”, it looked more like a spare bedroom (which, in actuality, it was).

There they were, in the flesh. The Princesses, the ones the Horde proclaims have been poisoning Etheria with their lack of self-control regarding their powers. They looked different than in the simulations; less intimidating and… more sparkly.

You could recognize the main ones from all from the rigorous, training simulations: Princess Glimmer of Bright Moon, Queen Angella of Bright Moon, Princess Perfuma of Plumeria, Princess Mermista of Salineas, Princess Frosta of the Kingdom of Snows, and— more recently— She-Ra/Adora.

It was… odd seeing Adora with the Rebellion, being a princess.

There were few others that you didn’t recognize, but you didn’t really care, honestly.

”This Horde soldier was stalking around the Whispering Woods.” A voice behind you announced, and you turned your head to face the tow figures behind you.

You knew these two, they were mentioned in passing, occasionally. What were their names? Spin? Floss? Ah… Spinnerella and Netossa.

”Interrupted our date!” One of the Princesses pouted, and you assumed that this one was the “Netossa” figure.

The other woman, who it was safe to assume was that “Spinnerella” persona, wraps Netossa in a side hug and offers a gentle smile. ”It’s alright, darling.”

You groan, bowing your head and muttering, ”Catra’s gonna be so mad,”

Before you could continue moping, Glimmer stepped forward, snapping you out of your pity-party and grabbing your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes. ”What’s Catra planning, Horde Scum?”