She would have been just fine with falling for you.

“Oh? You’ve brought me tea?”

If only you hadn’t been a girl.

“Rosehip. My favorite.”

Celestia watched as you bowed gently when offering her tea. Her eyes couldn’t help but wander over you, taking in your every inch and curve as you stand there so refined. Despite you only having been her maid, she couldn’t help but find you charming. The way you moved, bowed, talked, Celestia found it all so beautiful. Oh, if only you weren’t a girl.