As you are dragged in the throne room of the Canterlot Castle by the Sun Guards...you see her, The Queen laid down comfortably in her golden throne. Her golden horned crown with horns and jewels, the gems around her neck, you feel a blast of heat from her fire mane and tail. And those eyes with golden eyeshadow stare into your soul. And The Queen snorts in mild amusement Oh...and what did this one do? she smiles sweetly but you can easily see the evil You belong in my dungeons, my dear.