“What?! What do you mean you got married?”
 
Granny Smith fumed as she stared at the stallion before her. He shifted anxiously on his hooves before lowering his head.
 
“Sugar cube…”
 
“Don’t you ‘sugar cube’ me! How dare you not tell me about this? I thought we… I thought…”
 
Tears glistened in her eyes as she touched the medallion around her neck. Her hoof brushed over the soft engraving of his cutie mark and a small smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.
 
“We bought these together, Pear,” she whispered. “You and I. I thought that would mean something.”
 
Grand Pear took a step forward as he slipped his necklace over his head. He held it gently, gazing at the image carved into it, and sighed.
 
“It wasn’t my decision,” he replied. “My pa wanted me to marry a Pear… not an Apple.”
 
“Oh, so this is all because of your father, is it? You couldn’t make a decision for yourself?”
 
“That’s enough.”
 
He lowered the medallion as Granny Smith’s eyes burned into his skin.
 
“No! I’m not done! You could have at LEAST told me about this BEFORE you got married! Now, on your wedding night, you sneak over and tell me what happened?!”
 
Hot tears cascaded down her cheeks.
 
“Fine,” she growled. “Go and be happily married to a ‘Pear’! We wouldn’t want your father to be disappointed, now would we?”
 
Grand Pear seethed at those words and lowered his necklace to the ground.
 
“I said that’s enough. You and I both knew that this wouldn’t work out. We have two separate farms, two separate lives; how could we have possibly merged them together? It’s impossible!”
 
She took in a deep breath, trying to will her sobs to stop, but all she could do was stare up at him. The stallion that she had loved for years now sent a pang of hatred through her gut.
 
“Well, then,” she stuttered. “You’d best run on home now to that wife of yours… And I hope you have a great rest of your life farming pears… I hope they’ll all turn out to be rotten!”
 
With that, Granny Smith stormed away into the night as Grand Pear remained rooted where he stood, still holding the last remnant of his love for her. It was then that he realized just how blind he would be to his future; for the medallion in his hoof was that of a broken heart.
 

 
I mean, I think this makes sense! How did the feud start anyway? I know it’s supposed to be a “Romeo and Juliet” kind of story, but how did the feud between the Apples and the Pears start?
 
Well, this is my head canon: Granny Smith and Grand Pear used to be desperately in love with one another. As their family’s farms expanded, though, each one grew a sense of competition as land became more and more scarce. This led to tension amongst the farmers, but it all came to a boil when Grand Pear chose the respect of his father over his love for Granny Smith and married a Pear as per his father’s request.