“I wish to make Princess Twilight of Ponyville my bride.”
You cannot be serious.
“For this, I need something stronger.”
Accurate.
“And for that, you came to me.” Rarity shook her head slowly and shot a glance at the bottle of wine that Blueblood could at best describe as longingly. “Truly, the fates have a cruel sense of humour.”
You ain't wrong.
Blueblood hesitated. This was a question he hadn’t expected, yet it reminded him of something he couldn’t quite remember. He blinked, mulling over what he could say to this, and the expression on Rarity’s face seemed to darken with every second of silence.
Wrong answer.
“What… do you mean?” Blueblood didn’t stammer, because a prince did not stammer. He merely… took his time to formulate a proper answer. Wherever was this coming from?! “She’s a princess. She has a castle in Ponyville. She’s an Alicorn.”
As a pony, Blueblood, what do you know about her as a PONY.
“S-so… is that a, a no, then?”
That may be the first smart thing you've said all day.
Mag seemed the best option to him
Magic.
“I didn’t touch you while you were knocked out.” Lightning Dust pushed a raised finger in his direction. “I’m not that kind of girl. Don’t flatter yourself. You’re in your briefs ‘cause I didn’t think you wanted your expensive suit to get all crumpled when you keeled over here.”
Fair enough, I suppose.
And it would ruin any chance of winning Princess Twilight Sparkle’s hand in marriage, if she came to think of him as a philandering ass!
Pretty sure she's not interested in you as is.
“Hire me!” she repeated. “As a guard! No, not just a guard—make me an officer! Hire me as your bodyguard, get me a nice rank! You’re a prince, you can expedite the process however much you order it! You do that, those pictures stay safely away from the public eye with nopony the wiser!”
You just want a job?
“Did you know the Wonderbolts require a written exam before they let you join? They do. There’s a lot about military history in there. I know more about how your troops work than you do, chief. So don’t act like you couldn’t do it.”
Huh. Neat.
“You don’t believe me, huh?” Lightning Dust drew his gaze to her when she audibly scoffed. The Pegasus glowered at him from below the wet bangs of two-toned mane hanging over the side of her face. She swept it aside, never losing eye-contact with him. “My dude, you’re talking to the best candidate the Wonderbolts ever had. I’m more than capable of flying rings around anypony in your guard regiment, with or without armour. I can outfight any six of them. At the same time. Rainbow frikkin’ Dash couldn’t keep up with me. You should beg me to let you hire me.”
Bold words.
Perhaps some idiot filter had activated in his brain?
Finally.
“Your hair looks stupid.”
“You take that back!” Before Blueblood truly knew what was happening, the sheets he’d held so close were thrown aside and he took a step towards the grinning Pegasus, pushing his index finger against her collarbone.
I like how that's what gets him.
Blueblood held up his fist to his eyes. “I would probably break my fingers doing that.”
Probably.
If you tried to lay a hand on me, you’d pull back a stump.
Honestly? Accurate.
Lightning Dust herself let out a not-quite grunt as he smacked her. He barely moved her as well. She seemed ready for him this time, not letting the slap faze her. A quick look down showed her chest was rising and falling steadily, if more pronounced than before. Now both her cheeks were flushed.
Is, she enjoying this?
It was wood, alright, a thick board with two small and one bigger half circles cut out at one of the longer sides, as well as a metal hinge and buckle opposite each other on the shorter sides;
10181646 Well this was a nice surprise to wake up on a Saturday. Excellent bit of drama in chapter 8. No clue where this is going, which is a treat. As before, see you next year!
You may or may not be on to something. So, if you were, would there be, hypothetically, something you would like to see in or around the next chapter? No promises, but it may or may not be taken into consideration.
You cannot be serious.
Accurate.
You ain't wrong.
Wrong answer.
As a pony, Blueblood, what do you know about her as a PONY.
That may be the first smart thing you've said all day.
Magic.
Fair enough, I suppose.
Pretty sure she's not interested in you as is.
You just want a job?
Huh. Neat.
Bold words.
Finally.
I like how that's what gets him.
Probably.
Honestly? Accurate.
Is, she enjoying this?
Stocks?
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Well this was a nice surprise to wake up on a Saturday. Excellent bit of drama in chapter 8. No clue where this is going, which is a treat. As before, see you next year!
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Please don't jinx it, I'm trying to get better!
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You may or may not be on to something. So, if you were, would there be, hypothetically, something you would like to see in or around the next chapter? No promises, but it may or may not be taken into consideration.![:twilightsmile:](https://static.fimfiction.net/images/emoticons/twilightsmile.png)
taking shot at all shippers i see
Nice chapter.
Are you going to continue?
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Yup! Just need a little more time with the next chapter.