#changlings

Changlings.... Changlings....

Like, do they know they’re not the original child? That they were swapped out and are now wearing someone else’s identity?

How do they feel about that?

The family is caring for them, but they’re not the actual child, not the one the family actually cares about. Their whole life is a lie, but it’s also a lie they’ve spent years growing up in.

Do they remember their original fae parents? What would they think of them? Unless they keep in contact, those parents are essentially strangers. Even if they do know them, those family members gave the away, potentially even in exchange for someone else’s kid. Doesn’t that sting? Or do changelings, in some way, justify it?

Chrysalis threw back her head, stretching her neck to try and relieve some of the building tension in her body. Not do to anything stressful of course! The Crystal Empire was probably one of the most peaceful places to live! Her subjects were never lacking, and love was given freely to her and her children.

No. The stress was from the meeting her guards were currently leading her toward. An Emissary from the Solar Empire had been sent for the annual peace treaty talks, this one a supposed favorite of Queen Celestia herself.

Usually, a few words would be traded, and the same contracts would be looked over. Agreements that nothing need change and they'd be on their way and Chrysalis would start her daily trot around the streets, greeting her subjects and seeing if there was anything anyone needed help with.

But something felt...different this time. It made her exoskeleton itch, and her wings vibrate anxiously.

She didn't have time to ponder though. The back doors leading to her throne room were opened and she could hear her head guard's clear voice, loud so all could hear.

"Presenting her most gracious majesty! The Queen Chrysalis de'Megasoma!"