The next day, stumbling and retching all the while, Noble Heart made it to Castle Canterlot and demanded to see the princess again.
She appeared before him: cold, regal, and silent.
“Make me Blueblood!” he demanded.
The decrepit mare said not a word.
“Make me Blueblood!” Noble Heart repeated. “You asked what I would do in the face of the apocalypse, and now I know!”
He waited to see if she would say anything, but she didn’t.
“When the apocalypse comes, I’m going to stare her in straight in the eye and tell her she can’t take me or everyone and thing I care about without a fight!”
The two stood in silence for awhile, Noble Heart glaring at her defiantly, and Princess Blueblood staring at him stolidly.
At last, she hobbled down onto her front knees and bowed deeply, much deeper than he had seen her do for Queen Celestia.
“My Prince.”