//------------------------------// // My ponies // Story: Blue blooded Prince // by CeresBane //------------------------------// "Where oh where did you find such an amusing little clown?" Uppercrust and Jetset had once again gate crashed upon another of my soirées that I've been organising recently. A series of social gatherings that was in no doubt in my mind the talk of the town. The return of the prodigal prince onto it's people. No pony who's any pony would dare miss it, and yet these two fancied themselves worthy of it. I had tolerated them the first time and suddenly they thought that a signal from me to want their continued companionship. Indeed they were more capable gossip mongers than the Equestria Daily and that indeed had it's uses. But if they thought themselves friends of someone like me merely because of that, then they would have to be educated for it. However they still had their uses. Their trespasses can be forgiven for now. Once I have what I need of them, Tartarus hath no fury like a charming prince scorned. After all, how dare they call my Trixie a clown? If anything that mare on the stage, performing in my grand ballroom was something as mystifying as a harlequin. A clown of sorts, but no where near as common. For these two peasants to presume that I associate with common clowns was a sin against their god-prince. These jokes will be the laughing stock of Canterlot by the end. I swear it. "Trixie is a special case." I began to explain, choosing my words carefully to cover my uncertainty of where I would want to take my retort. "A performing unicorn who's profession is being a magician. An interesting choice for entertainment. It has a sort of, redundant charm to it, using something as mundane as magic to entertain with parlour tricks." Fancy pants. After missing out on many occasions and opportunities to show his face, he now chooses to pick now as his time to appear. And as usual, he picks the most opportune time to make a fool of me while he's at it. "I dare say, I wager it wasn't her special talent that you liked about her." He whispered, but he spoke loud enough to be clearly heard. The room chuckled. Fancy pants once again made that face he does when makes his jests. Looking as if he doesn't understand what everypony finds so funny. I hate it when he does that! It forces me to politely refrain from retorting back a dagger at him. The perfect defence. "Fleur my darling, look at her! Isn't she just lovely!?" She didn't look like she knew what to say. Making out an insult to me as a compliment. Must you forever stoke my ire Fancy pants? - For the third time that night I destroyed my chambers and already for the third time that night, I rang the bell for it to be cleaned up at once. Tired and haggard maids sluggishly stalked into the room, their eyes were blood shot with dark bags forming under their lids. They walked with purpose albeit lopsided from the amount of fatigue, and lack of the clarity of mind one would get from a good night's rest. No doubt by the end of the day their day's work will be so unsatisfactory that I would have them all fired and replaced within twenty four hours. "What do you care for the words of some old stallion?" I had settled on the window to feel the cool wind upon my face. Trixie had left the bed to speak her piece, less to console but to no doubt boast some more. I said nothing in reply, so as usual she sees that as a signal to continue to speak. "It doesn't matter what those foals tonight said. I know that I am the great and power Trixie, a mare of such amazing show stopping ability as to astound and amaze with the least bit of effort. Their arrogance merely closed their minds to the power of my greatness, why I remember this time in Ponyville when-" "Enough!" I roared out as to have the whole household freeze in terror. "Blueblood... worry not, I, the great and po-" I gave her a hard look and she hushed, frozen in her pantomime pose of proclamation. "Tonight was a revelation, dear pawn. A sign that no pony feared me, that the control of this city is slipping before my hooves..." Trixie looked puzzled. I liked telling her things like these, high society politics was something beyond the mare's thick and arrogant skull. And mayhaps I do confess that I like that about her. And mayhaps she wasn't the most choicest mare of all Equestria, but she did have beauty that could turn eyes. Fancy pants may have said it in jest, but she was a talented and beautiful mare. And the day that I show her that I am the greater pony, the sooner I may enjoy breaking her for my purposes. For now though, looking at her simple-minded obliviousness to the intricies of politics is enough to amuse me. A constant reminder that I was the better pony, even if she didn't understand. Yet. Tonight Fancy pants showed me just how alone I was in this city. Many ponies were under Fancy pants's thrall now and he was at the very moment powerless to contest him. All I had right now was this rival of mine, sharing my bed, eating my food and living in my home. And for what? What use is this... "Blueblood. I promise. I will show them, I'll show them all. I will win those ponies." I laughed weakly, the simple creature still didn't get it. One of these days, I will teach this pony to kneel. Trixie, one day you will know humility to me. One of these days you will no longer live by my charity but by my employment. And then I will enjoy the pleasure of making you feel worthless. But first, I have Fancy pants to destroy. "Come Trixie! We go to war."