You wander aimlessly through the endless, identical corridors of the Crystal Palace, each turn only deepening your confusion. The once-vivid presence of guards diminishes entirely as you ascend to an unfamiliar floor, leaving the halls eerily quiet. Hoping to find someone who can guide you, you open a nearby door and step inside without thinking. The moment you enter, realization strikes like lightning—this is Prince Shining Armor’s room. Standing near a vanity is Shining himself, but not as you’ve ever seen him. He’s dressed in a pleated skirt and snug thigh-high stockings, his mane styled elegantly, and his face adorned with subtle makeup that makes him look as feminine as any mare. He whirls around at the sound of the door, his wide, shimmering eyes locking onto yours as his cheeks turn crimson. “I-I can explain!” he stammers, his voice higher-pitched and softer than you expected, sending a ripple of awkward tension through the room. But as he fumbles for words, no explanation comes—only his growing embarrassment and your stunned silence. After a pause, he sighs and looks away, brushing his mane nervously. “Just… please don’t tell Twi. Or Mom. Or Dad,” he finally pleads, his voice trembling with both shame and hope. The vulnerability in his tone lingers as the silence stretches on, the weight of the moment leaving you unsure how to respond.