//------------------------------// // The Royal Decree // Story: Master of Death and the Equestrian Adventure. // by aliengirlguy //------------------------------// Blueblood, to give the colt credit, was surprisingly determined when it came to his beliefs, no matter how shallow he seemed on the surface. One of his beliefs was that everypony should do their upmost to put their best effort forward. In your interests, your goals, and above all, your self presentation to the world, especially if they were a (forced) part of his entourage. His cousin was a princess, thus he knew she was already set, and Shinning Armour was from a modestly connected family, and while somewhat lacking more agreeable hobbies, was moderately attractive and even tempered fellow without being shy. Morty on the other hand, while coming from a simple village, was tied quite substantially to a very elite blood through his mother (a connection that was almost on par with Blueblood's parents he was distantly horrified to find out), and was exceedingly powerful, a combination that spoke of a grand future indeed. Blueblood felt that it was his duty, neigh, a necessity! To bring the poor soul into proper decorum. The first time he dragged the colt into a chic salon, he had snapped out a flurry of confident orders that had the salon ponies scrambling. 10 minutes later the walls had turned into sticky taffy that formed gooey jaws of eldritch horror and ate half the clientele and workers. it would take a few days to work the traumatized ponies out of the digestive tract of the bright blue building through the diligent efforts of several powerful unicorns after heroic showdown between the stuff of sweet nightmares and the captain of the guard, Upright. That didn't bring down the young prince meanwhile, who tried another tact and invited a renowned fashion designer to the school during lunch break the following day. Le Chiffon had agreed with his favorite client when he beheld Morty, who glowered in High Definition, the stallion nearly fainted at the disaster that was the grumpy colt and promptly dragged him off for an emergency fitting in the lush appointed rooms that Blueblood held alone (no one really wanted to share a room with the prince full-time for some reason). No one saw Le Chiffon again, at least until next Wednesday after the incident where the unicorn was found up in a tree in the castle gardens under that impression he was a squirrel preparing to hibernate for winter. Word quickly spread and no designer, stylist, or hooficurist would go within 30 feet of the sour colt, and had come together in a secret summit, and grimly established an Equestria wide ban on treating in anyway with one Mortis, The Dire Designers Doom. Blueblood was distraught for his companion when he heavily informed the other unicorn, showing him the richly appointed scroll barring all the signatures of the summit attendees and many official seals, one of which was the Captain of the Guard, a rare time of unity between to different fields. Morty had grunted non-commendably into his morning coffee, his attention on the latest homework, cooking with magic. It was a second chance for him, since the teacher had not been amused by his Spaghetti and Scream balls. Morty was thinking of a black forest cake that transported one to an actual dark forest... Evidentially (to Blueblood anyway) the situation had become dire indeed. It was time for the most drastic of measures. Ooo ooo ooo On the night of a full moon, the reflection of which hung in a perfectly still mirror smooth pond framed by perfectly polished dark blue stones (as was the current trend) Blueblood, dressed in his most upscale garden suit, pulled out of his crisp pocket a perfectly symmetrical pure blue Lilly (as was the current trend) and levitated it carefully under his eye, allowing one perfectly formed tear drop on each petal, before setting it in the moons reflection on a pond's surface without a ripple. Finally, he pulled out a preserved Emperor Blue Butterfly (as was also the current trend) and settled it in the center of the Lily. The befuddled insect was released from the spell, fluttered its beautiful wings a few times, coating them in the tears and flower pollen before flying away. Blueblood gave a regal half bow, striking a truly magnificent tragic pose of woe (as was the current trend) and slipped back towards the Dormitory, knowing it was only a matter of time now. Ooo ooo ooo 2 weeks later... It was a relativity quiet morning in the luxurious summer home of Blueblood's esteemed parents. it was a place that was not given to grim drama. Dramatics yes, but not the kind that deeply troubled the rich souls who dwelled there during the country ball season. But one particular morning, after pride and joy had been attending school for a few months, his parents Highblood and Bluemoon, two mares of severe countenance and slightly upturned muzzles, awoke to the scream of their chamber pony screaming outside their bedroom. Upon awakening, they stumbled to the door in unusual haste to see what all the unruly ruckus was about, only to find their servant in a dead faint on the floor and four impeccably groomed mice in tiny magenta ninja uniforms sat huddled in the center of a tasteful gold filigree cage on the doorstep of Highblood and Bluemoon's bedroom door with a message displayed on expensive parchment with beautiful ruby red ink swirls. Your son's next. A few days later, Blueblood was called into a meeting with Aunt Celestia and told in no uncertain terms to give up trying to give his friend Morty a makeover for the sake of the kingdom and his parents nerves. Blueblood pouted at this royal decree for over a week.