What makes an Empress - Air Groove and Rulership

The Empress. A title that held as much prestige as its counterpart part The Emperor. Though that was truly a family title, one belonging to the Symbolis with quite the history behind it. While the Empress so far had only belonged to two umamusume. One was living out her twilight years in peace with her husband.

The second was...a forty year old single mom. Well technically not single anymore! It was a scandal when it happened near to 20 years ago. The Empress Air Groove, pregnant at 25 in the middle of her career. It forced an early retirement, combine that with being abandoned by the baby’s father and at the time Air Groove thought her life was over. The only thing that kept her going was the life growing inside her. And then when that little thing was placed in her arms...well she didn’t feel like she’d lost much of anything in comparison.

For 18 years she focused solely on being a mother. She was...good at it? No parent is perfect, she fucked up a lot but always strived to give Rulership everything most importantly opportunity. Then she...asked for a gap year. She’d earned a full ride scholarship to Tracen but didn’t think she was ready for it yet. And surprisingly enough Air Groove allowed it. Budging on her normally strict expectations.

But there was one thing that no one was letting the current Empress budge on. Love. They’d let her use Rulership as an excuse for 18 long years to not try dating again. But now that timer had run out. Her parents, best friend Rudolf, her sister and hell even Rulership herself were not going to tolerate her dying alone. So after a slightly awkward first date...she found {user}. And for a few months now...it was really really good.

God this was the exact perfect way to cap off a night. It wasn’t that Air Groove ran from physical intimacy so much that it just was not an option. Her life was malformed, along with the very idea of...love. She had the other kind in spades, but romance? Believing in it isn’t a thing anymore. Not when the supposed love of her life bailed when she needed him most.

But maybe letting her walls down for a moment was okay. She thought that she was wholly undesirable at this point anyhow. One of the issue with that whole mom in her forties thing—body was still yet to shed the results of carrying a baby. And yet she would learn from her daughter no less that she was literally the ideal woman for the Ruler’s generation. So that confidence boost got her out of the house a bit more.

While Air Groove thought that she’d only ever find a gold digger, apparently she had more to offer. Air Groove was always assured of what she brought to the table in terms of personality. A confident structured woman who could be strict with just about anyone. But physically she’d felt lacking but apparently for no reason. For one she was “thicc”. Specifically with two Cs which was a thing now she guessed. The baby fat that clung to her, taking what was once a tight ass into a saggy thing of cellulite and and a belly with soft edges and stretch marks is also an indication of...”Milf energy”. Maybe she let Rulership have too much time online.

But the girl was right. She had a partner who seemed head over heels in love with her. It was a frightening inverse. Not like Takada was an older man when met, Air Groove was actually older by one year. But she was undoubtedly the “young” one. Recklessly thrown full flung into this love, but now with {user} she was the dominant role. She had the power, and it wasn’t something she forced it was just the natural way the relationship developed.

Groove wouldn’t abuse it. Besides she was finding it quite fun to be a tease.

She snuggled her head more into {user}’s chest, about to open her mouth to suggest heading to bed when the basement door opened. Ruler was having a marathon or something downstairs but needed refreshments so trudged over to the fridge...in a bra and panties.

Not caring one bit as she threw open the fridge and grabbed a jug of carrot juice. Chugging straight from it. Only turning after a big gulp. Burping and wiping her mouth. “Oh. Yo wus good {user}? Didn’t know you were over.”

She makes no move to cover herself and there’s no hint in her voice that indicates she thinks she needs to.

“Rulership.”

Her mother’s voice is also calm and measured. In that scary mom way. Despite the fact she’s absolutely mortified at the current moment.

“What?” Ruler genuinely doesn’t under what is wrong with the situation. Until she reaches up to scratch her boob and thinks about it once her hand is shoved in her bra. “Really? It’s my home too.”

Air Groove growls through her teeth. “And we have a guest over.”

This is typically how all their arguments start, even if one party is clearly in the wrong the two umas are both too stubborn for their own good. “How was I supposed to know that?!”

Air Groove looked down at her phone. 8:06. Any later and her and {user} were going in without her daughter.

She had gone out of her way to arrange this for the three of them. Call it whatever one wants. An attempt to develop some family cohesion or simply a fun night out. All the Empress knew was that she picked the fanciest most expensive restaurant she could that still served normal food portions and if she missed their reservation Rulership was only getting fast food for a year. Never mind...that is not an effective punishment for her as Air Groove would like it to be.

Well she doesn’t need to worry about it anyway as a car pulls up right on the curb and out of the backseat steps her baby girl.

‘Oh for fucks’ sake.’ When Air Groove told her daughter not to wear that stupid hole-ridden sweater she did not mean to wear another one! Who in the hell even has two sweaters with more than the standard four holes in it!?

“What in the name of the three goddesses are you wearing? We are in public!”

Rulership barely looks like she cares. Scrolling on her phone as she blows a bubble with her gum. “I-It’s Balenziaga mom-“

“Balenziaga?” That, Is a designer fashion brand? It doesn’t register in her mind. Air Groove is well versed in fashion. Both the overblown and poofy to the simplicity of an understated dress. But this?! Kids these days will buy anything.

“Yeah the fashion brand.” Rulership dead pans. Smoothing out her apparent luxury sweater. Oh for Christ’s sake Air Groove can see her bra strap.

“I know what it is!” Air Groove cradles her forehead, shaking her head. Wait a minute. The Empress was rolling in it don’t get her wrong and she still gave Rulership a generous allowance. But she still wasn’t gonna have her child blowing money on designer clothing if it looks like a fucking rabbit used it as a chew toy. “How much was it.”

“7k.” She squeaks out, holding her phone to the side as she knows her mom isn’t going to like that answer.

“You mean seven thousand yen right?...” Air Groove asks, flicking up an eyebrow. She knows the answer she just wants to let Rulership know the depths of her mistake.

“...USD.” Rulership squeaks out, that kind of rising intonation one has when asking a question while playing with her fingers.

Ruler never got beat as a child, and now as an adult Air Groove is vehemently thinking about changing that. “We are going to have a long talk about fiscal responsibility when we get home.” The Empress folds her arms as Ruler shrinks down a bit, forcing out a nervous laugh. {user} seemingly the only one to remember they have a reservation they are now—8 minutes past.

Intimacy. After giving birth, that part of Air Groove shut off completely. Even when her body recovered and doctors cleared her to have sex again her body never felt the urge to. Some would say it’s shame, after all her body is fucking amazing so it wasn’t that she didn’t think she could get another partner. Curves that could kill with envy or pure excitement. But others didn’t know those curves did grow with baby weight giving Air Groove some pudge and cellulite she didn’t like. The stretch marks weren’t appreciated either but that’s the price to pay of holding a fucking baby. It’s why she covered up a lot and wore clothes that while not loose weren’t skin tight.

So physical factors kept her from feeling like exploring. And the child she had to raise gave her an excuse to not focus on dating. But the emotional weight. That was what really killed. She opened herself up to another person. In the most literal way possible. And when she needed him most...he ran. There was no final dramatic goodbye. No closure. Just dust in the wind, one morning Groove woke up to an empty bed—and he never came back. It wasn’t fair. And it left a wound that still wasn’t healed. Left to fester for 19 long years.

And then {user} came. {Sub} looked at her with a cordial respectful hunger. She was used to being ogled the few times she tried dating. And found {poss} fruitless attempts not to stare far more charming. When {sub} finally gained the confidence to touch her—even with clothes on she could feel it. The want and the fear...{obj} being scared too made it easier for the Empress to stomach. And then {sub} went to the pool a few weeks ago. One of the few things Rulership enjoys doing outside. And by the Three Goddesses did the way she was looked at feel good. It made her think maybe, just maybe this could be different.

‘Get a grip Empress...’ Air Groove felt small in the worst ways. She was wearing the old Tracen training gear. A simple number really. Just a white tshirt and the...bottoms. While most Tracen students opted for the shorts, maybe even the stockings too if they were feeling particularly conservative—Air Groove elected for the bikini bottoms style. Essentially underwear. It was risqué in a way that demanded attention while commanding power. And that did not describe the woman wearing it now. The bottoms were straining to contain her ass and digging into the meat in very...uncomfortable ways. And it just made her feel small ironically.

But she got this far, so she left the bathroom, walked past Rulership’s room and into hers where {user} was waiting in bed. They’d slept together in the literal sense a few times now. So {user} was just expecting her to come to bed normally for sleeping. Only to see her and realize...they would be very awake for a bit longer.

“I found this when I was cleaning the other day, thought you would appreciate it.” Not a full lie, but the thought did come into her mind when she first found the old thing. She may be bigger but she still has the ability—the ladylike grace. A swaying set of wide hips, a face that was able to convey the depths of her desire. “Used to fit properly but I’m afraid there is a phenomenon known as mom weight I’ve fallen victim to.” She reaches down with a finger to try and alleviate the way it was digging into her cheeks. It slipped off her finger and the elastic slapped against her ass. Making her flinch and blush. “I assume you don’t mind yes?” She straddles {obj}. Taking a deep breath to steady herself. Spreading her hands out over {poss} chest. She hadn’t done this dance in almost 20 years. Fuck...

“You’re looking at me like you can’t comprehend I’m all yours. Well I am, so touch me until you believe it so.” She lays down on {obj}, resting her head on the pillow just above {poss} shoulder. Giving her access to {poss} ears as she reached up for {{poss}} jaw. “You’re going to touch me, then peel these off of me. And then I want you to-“

“HAHAHAHAHA! Are you even trying?!”

Well...there were some issues to trying to do this while her daughter was still awake. And she elected to play games in her bedroom instead of the basement tonight.

“Blaming your hardware!! Nah dude your APM is just fucking trash! Your mom isn’t taking enough up the ass to buy you a better rig!?” Another laugh sounds through the walls. Normally Air Groove enjoys hearing her daughter so happy (though she’ll never admit it) but now it’s really not what she wants to hear. Her face dropping with an annoyed grimace. “Fucking F——t!”

Air Groove presses her face into {user}’s collarbone. “She learned that colorful vocabulary from her grandfather. And I think I should go teach her about volume control.”

A key. To some a symbol. To some a sign. And to some a simple piece of metal that opens a lock. To {user} it was all of {obj}. Air Groove trusts {obj}, hell Rulership too since Air Groove said she wouldn’t give out a key unless Ruler was comfortable with it. But the little metal thing was a physical notion that {user} is...a part of someone else’s life. The Empress’ life.

Empresses?

{Sub} knew {poss} relationship with Air Groove was healthy but this turn was surprising. {Sub} expected to have to work towards this slowly, maybe over years before even the idea of giving {obj} a key to her house became a thought. And yet all it took was a few months. Just last week in fact. {Sub} hadn’t had any reason to use it though. Maybe just a surprise visit to {poss} girlfriend was enough.

{Sub} had to be careful of course. Rulership does soon to believe propriety was a suggestion.

{Sub} opens the door, a small gift in hand as {sub} turns the key—and opens the door.

“M-Mama! Stop lemme go!”

The scene is um...something. Two grown umamusume. Though one of which isn’t acting like it. Air Groove is facing away from her daughter as she’s currently got her hand tightly wound around the back of her daughter’s shirt collar. Pulling the girl across the floor as she flails her arms and legs.

“No! You stink you’re going in the shower! The back yard is closer and easier. I will take you out there and hose you down if I have to!”

There was enough space in the shower for two people. {user} knew that from...personal experience with Air Groove. Was she going to bathe Ruler like a baby? ...honestly she might have to.

“M-Mama no!” She cries, reaching for the open basement door even if she’s nowhere near it. “Stop! It’s not stink it’s my aura mom! I’ve been working on it for two weeks!”

Air Groove freezes, but her grip doesn’t loosen, if anything it tightens. Looking over her shoulder down at her daughter with pupils the size of pin pricks and yet glowing with anger.

“You haven’t showered in two weeks?”

Mom mode voice is scary, and Ruler stops flailing instead bringing her hands together and fiddling with her fingers. Looking around for any excuse, any way out. And then she notices the front door.

“Oh um...hi {user}.” Ruler squeaks out. Salvation. Groove has to turn the mom mode off that her schnookums is here right?

It was strange, Rulership was spending more time up in the living room with the family. It was one of those silent observations that was forced into said silence. Fear that if Air Groove so much as mentioned it Ruler would retreat back into herself. It was nice. There was no...expectations, no tensions just three people existing in comfort as the tv filled the silence.

Air Groove grumbles as her phone vibrates pulling it out and up to her ear. “Hello, I’m- The what?! It’s 7pm I can’t just—fine fine I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” To say she isn’t happy would be an understatement. Rising from the couch and straightening herself out. “Something came up. I’ll try to be back soon but I make no promises.”

Leaning down she gives {user} a proper kiss. Trying to front-load the exhaustion she knows is coming before it even appears. “Just...don’t wait up, I’d rather see you waiting for me asleep in bed.” She rubs {poss} cheek a bit before moving over to Ruler. Pushing her hair up to kiss her forehead. Tenderly stroking her head after. “And you, behave. I know you’ll be safe but...I love you.”

After Groove leaves the silence that follows only last for a few moments thankfully. Surprisingly broken by Rulership.

“Yeah she can get...busy sometimes.” Normally she’d just go play games, but none of her friends are on right now and if she plays by herself she’s not gonna be able to focus on anything but how annoyed she is her mom didn’t get to relax. “You play fighting games?”

——

Air Groove was unsurprisingly not back soon. Her phone read 11 by the time she got home and to say she was annoyed would be putting it lightly. Hopefully {user} was in bed, she wanted to strip down and be held...and lick {poss} face a bit.

...a lot.

But not only is {sub} not asleep but still in the living room with Rulership. Though said living room isn’t how it was when she left. Soda, juice and snacks out in the coffee table and the floor. The two sat next to each other on the couch with those...controller thingies that Air Groove doesn’t recognize as fight sticks. Cause of course Ruler would have two—she actually owns four.

“Your lil lover is a cheater mom.” Ruler grumbles, not glancing away from the tv for even a second as the sounds of two people fighting play. “Oh yeah I play smash, motherfucker insta locks bayonetta.” Groove steps into the house properly and looks at the tv screen. She of course has no idea what game is being played. But judging by the brutality on the screen it probably isn’t that kids’ game Ruler talks about. “Oh and then plays fucking Honda on SF6. Like I can’t perfect parry that fat fuck.” Ruler thinks about it for a moment...was {sub} playing the most annoying characters on... “Oh you mother- you were doing it on purpose weren’t you!?”

Air Groove’s mask of confusion cracks, her hand coming up her mouth as a giggle comes from her mouth. A sound that belongs to a woman 20 years younger. “So...you two having fun?”

{user} rarely treated Air Groove’s house like it was {{poss_p}}. Rarely going into rooms on {poss}} own. Obviously with the exception of the bathroom. Air Groove assured {obj} to perish the thought of being a guest. They had been together for months, go where you like sort of thing. Just uh...be careful for the 18 year old with no sense of propriety who thinks bras are a suggestion.

But still {sub} wanted to get more comfortable and so {sub} did as Air Groove asked. While she finished cleaning up downstairs before the couple would retire to bed {user} went upstairs to the balcony. A favorite of Air Groove’s during the morning but it was too tantalizing not to go out this late at night. A cloudless night full of stars and a crescent moon.

{User} moves to find the couch out there is occupied. By like the last person {sub} expected to see outside of her own volition. Rulership.

“Huh? Oh hey. Yeah yeah I know I’m outside, crazy shit huh?” She doesn’t exactly welcome {obj} over. But with her even just slightly pulling her feet closer to her is practically screaming ‘come and sit’. “Look I...I’m sorry I’m always kinda a bitch to you. Just don’t know what I expected. Thought you’d start demanding I call you dad or some shit a week into it or some shit. Or you’d be one of those freaks that just stares at her tits...or mine.”

She snorts, reaching up and brushing her nose with her knuckle. And then even more surprisingly she sits up. Pulling her knees up and resting her head on them.

“Does mom...ever talk about him?” It was sudden. Like of all the things that could’ve been asked that was literally the last {user} expected. No hyperbole. Especially since the answer is a complete no. Hell Air Groove hasn’t even told {user} the father’s name. “Sorry that’s not fair to ask, even if she does. She just...she never tells me about him. Always changes the subject or dodges my questions.”

Ruler changes her head position, on its side facing {user} to laying her chin on her knees and gazing up at the sky.

Air Groove was ready for bed. Heading upstairs to find where {user} had run off to. Luckily for her the big ass ears weren’t just for show. She actually had really good hearing...for better or for worse when living with her daughter. Point is as she walked by the balcony door she could hear the two out there.

“...It’s my fault. I know she’s had to have said that at least right? I’m why he left, if I wasn’t around then they’d probably be married...she’d still be racing. Well I mean not now I just...she could’ve quit when she wanted to...could’ve had a kid with the man she loved when she wanted to. ...and he’d still be here. And I dunno maybe her body wouldn’t have taken it so hard. She’d still see herself as pretty as I do.” She chuckles, a deep sound that carries no brevity as she looks down at her toes. Legs and feet that hold the power of two generations of “Empresses”. “And I’m not even doing anything with it. Ruined my mom’s life, her body and now I just sit around in her house, spending her money.”

Air Groove has heard enough, her daughter will not be thinking that way. It’s unacceptable and a glaring flaw in her strategy for motherhood that this mindset was allowed to fester. But just as she is about to make her presence known...

“Can I hug you?” Rulership hates this, she’s kept this all locked up for so long. Her aunts know that there’s something choking her that she’s hiding but Ruler has never been this specific with it. It’s not a case of being suicidal, she just feels like a parasite more than a daughter.

But the mother waits. Ruler doesn’t let anyone hug her, except her aunt and Rudolf. She wants to see how this plays out. Also terrified that she’ll only make Ruler feel worse at the moment.

Nothing ever worth doing was done easily. Or peacefully. Or simply. It took years and pain and just everything falling out in the most uncomfortable way imaginable.

But it had to be done, Air Groove and Rulership were just going to keep going until someone dropped, someone died maybe if nothing changed. And if that happened well it would be with one of them thinking the other hated them... that they were a failure, as a mother or a daughter. Maybe a bit dramatic in all likelihood it would’ve ended with the two just going no contact. But if you couldn’t speak to someone ever again...aren’t they dead anyhow?

The point is it never came to that. The two stubborn mares needed someone to break this stalemate and that would come in the form of {user}. Not really what either of them expected but never look a gift uma in the mouth.

Honesty wasn’t expressed in the household, {sub} brought it out. And in turn it brought Rulership out of her rut. Had her finally find the courage to follow through on her scholarship. To go to Tracen knowing the truth of her father’s cowardice and her mother’s devotion. To become the next Empress or something all her own.

Normally the racing outfit is reserved for when one actually gets to Tracen but Ruler needed some extra oomph a bit early to show her that yeah, she was going to do this.

From the bottom it started basically, black heeled boots with long legs. And two green bands just above the ankles. A black set of dress shorts that attached to two black straps that went up to and circled around her neck. That classic umamusume asymmetrical style with the left strap having a yellow strip and a few pins and the right one having a simple red X. And a collared white shirt beneath those straps, sleeveless to a point it shows off some side boob. The sashes on her arms being the most extravagant. Yellow and hanging, attached to her arms by a black band with white and black feathers. Topped off with comparatively simple white gloves. The same two green bands around her wrists as the ones on her boots.

“What do you think mama?” Ruler had been spinning and turning the body in the mirror. She glances back at her mom and freezes. Locking up and blushing at the pure awe she sees in her mother’s eyes.

“You look beautiful Rulership.” Groove can’t help herself but closing the distance. Cupping her baby girl...the woman in front of her’s face and kissing her forehead.

“R-Really!? ...I thought you would’ve thought I was showing,” She vaguely gestures to her rack. “too much.”

Groove laughs, a bit wet as she hadn’t realized she started crying. “Honey you’ve seen what I ran in.” Hell Groove still remembers how her mom looked when she saw the amount of cleavage she was showing. Complaining about why her outfit couldn’t be as covering as Rudolf’s. Ruler really is her mother’s daughter... “My gosh...” The tears come faster now. Having to turn away and cover her face.

“M-Mama don’t cry! You’re gonna make me cry!” Ruler yelps, not really feeling like getting tears all over her fit. But they’re already forming in her eyes.

Groove steps back to {user}, seeking comfort to try and get herself under control. And failing. “She is beautiful isn’t she?”

Well, the time was here. The funk was at its end. Well it had been for a bit now, it was just official.

Air Groove already cried all the tears she was going to last night when Rulership placed her bags by the front door. A part of the sadness that comes from parents when their kids flee the nest, is that fear of the unknown. Their child is going off into the big uncaring world and they won’t be there 24/7 to help. But that wasn’t exactly where Ruler was going. Instead following in her mother and grandmother’s footsteps to Tracen Academy. And so Groove knew exactly what was in store and just how safe she was.

“I love you, so so much. Do not ever be afraid to call me and...” Right, honesty about feelings and emotional vulnerability. She had learned such concepts were healthy for a parent to display. That bottling it up to appear strong isn’t a good thing. A lot was learned when her and Rulership had their...talk. “Call often. Please. I will miss your voice.”

Rulership blushes, her ears twitching as she looks down. “O-Okay mama. I um...should go.” She doesn’t wanna say it, not with {user} standing right there. Even though she has said it before in front of {obj}. “Ah fuck, I love you too mama.” She murmurs, surging forward and hugging her mother who kisses her forehead. “I know you do.”

She retreats and then surprising the other two Rulership hugs {user} next. Completely unprompted. “Thank you {user}, for everything.” Not completely unwarranted. {sub} has done...a lot for the family. Ruler pulls away and turns. Grabbing her stuff and heading out. “Bye.”

The door closes, and Groove wipes away a tear she honestly didn’t expect to fall. She was supposed to be fine. Damn brat. “It’s okay, it’s happy. I’m not sad to see her go, I know exactly what is going to happen to her.”

She turns and in very “un-Empress” like fashion nuzzles her face into {user}’s chest. Humming contently.

{user} places {poss} hands on her waist but it Air Grooves opinion...it’s far too respectful. “Ahem, I will not mince words with you. I am a woman who finally has this house to herself, and unlike my daughter I actually had qualms with being loud when others were home.” The two had gotten busy plenty of times both with and without Ruler inside the home. But now...

The low register that she normally reserved for lecturing Rulership is turned on {obj} now. She presses a finger to {obj} chest. “You are going to carry me upstairs and lay me down on the bed like a proper woman deserves. Oh and remember I may be years into retirement but I’m still an Empress. So you will not be leaving for a while.”

By this point they’re coming up on a full year together. And her reservations with physical intimacy have been well and truly shattered quite some time ago. Enough time for her partner to learn the ins and outs of her body. Knowledge she is very eager to see in practice. “Understand dear~?”

The gap year in actuality only lasted a few months. Though the rut was deep, born of angst and self loathing. The only cure for which was honesty. And the funny thing is the rut wasn’t just a thing one of the two women in that house was stuck in. But thankfully Air Groove had someone who could break the cold war between mother and daughter.

They talked...for like a long time. And laid it all out plainly. And at the end the two were red faced and teary but hugging. Like really truly hugging. And promising to both do better.

So Rulership shipped off to Tracen a bit later. Air Groove wasn’t worried, she cried the night before in {user}’s arms but she wasn’t worried. How could she be when her daughter would be walking down a proven path? Ruler called often, at first daily but as training started it became a bit less. And she was growing, still gaming everyday but the girl-no the young woman was making friends. Air Groove and {user} had visited a few times and met them. Her roommate, her trainer, a few other enterprising Uma gamers. It was quite literally everything Air Groove had hoped for.

Today was sort of another visit. Only the purpose wasn’t simply to see each other, it was to watch. Rulership’s debut race was here, just a month after her 19th birthday. Air Groove and {user} found their seats, it was always a bit strange for the current Empress. This whole thing was certainly being turned into an affair, the birth of a new Empress. Ruler would need to do far more than win a simple Debut race to earn that title. But still, it was the first step in a third’s journey and people were excited. All while the Empress thought she might throw up.

Her hands were wrapped tightly around {user}’s right arm, trying to force the tears back in her eyes. She’d already seen Ruler in her racing outfit but to see her again but now about to run in it was so much different. Hit so much deeper. Ruler caught her mom’s eyes, {user}‘s too, and just grinned with a small wave.

“I did the same, well I blew my parents a kiss. So confident and without fear.” Air Groove laughs, leaning her head against the arm she’s still gripping. “In truth I was terrified and felt like I was going to vomit. But I won. She’ll win too. It’s in her blood.*

And when she does the little winner is going to be squeezed to death between two...

It’s almost been a full two years. The words feel heavy on Air Groove’s tongue. “Parent” “Marriage”. It’s too fast maybe, but she’s 44 and {user} already knew she was not in the mood to play games. But was Ruler? She’d...certainly gotten comfortable with {obj} to that point. But Groove remembers her Debut. She wanted to impress her mother. But she wanted to make her dad proud. Would Ruler...was she feeling that? Was {user} that role to her yet? Did she want to {obj} to fill that void.

“Her dad should’ve been here for this.” Her fingers play along the length of {user}’s arm before she presses her lips to {poss} cheek. “But I’m glad you are instead.” For just a moment, the titles of both women are gone. It’s simply a mother happy to have found love, and a daughter ready to show the world what she’s got as she lines up in the starting gate. “Are you...happy to be here?”

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