The king's chariot moved down the streets of the business district. He had already told where to go next. No more business was to be made inside this section of the city.
As the king waited for the chariot pullers to reach the destination, he thought. He contemplated his plan, and how well everything seemed to pan out and work in his favor. Nothing had troubled him since it was set into action. It had gone flawlessly.
Except, his subconscious spoke, for the rogue invader.
What difference could it make? He spoke to it.
It could make all the difference. His subconscious retorted sharply, as if it weren't his own thought.
"Sir." One of the pullers spoke up. "We've arrive at the destination you specified." His internal conflict had left him unaware of the surroundings. In fact, he started to waver out of his realm as he concentrated on winning the argument with his inner self. If it had carried on much longer, he would have completely disappeared, leaving the area in chaos, ruining his plan.
"Oh." The king spoke, stabilizing his form before anypony noticed. "Thank you."
Exiting the chariot, the king strode quickly up to the cafe in front of him. "The Espresso Lane", the sign read. The pink pony by the name of Pinkie Pie worked within this building.
"Hello, faithful subjects," The king spoke regally, "I've just come by on casual terms to say hello and see what the life of normal ponies are." He surveyed the room, enjoying the royal treatment he was receiving. This, he thought, I could get used to. "Would it be okay with all of you if I buy everypony a drink while I have a conversation with the pony by the name of Pinkie Pie? Everypony acted exactly as expected. They were all for the idea.
Pinkie Pie stepped forward. She looked the king up and down, surveying him. After a long speculation, she came to her conclusion.
"I have no objections." She said in her high, peppy waitress voice. Even when she suspected the king, she had a appearance to maintain.
"Good. Now, if you would just follow me." The king lead Pinkie into a back room, and like with Twilight's interrogation, he locked it to avoid interruptions.
"So, whatcha want to ask me?" Pinkie started the conversation. " I'm quite busy right now, so please keep this fast."
"Okay, I see." The king replied kindly, "Then this works for the both of us. I, too, am quite busy today." He went through the same procedure as he did with Twilight Sparkle. He removed six pictures from his satchel, and after looking through them, he replaced the one that was Pinkie Pie. "Please take a look through these photographs and tell me if any of the ponies are familiar.
Pinkie Pie looked through the five pictures. After some time, she decided that none were truly familiar to her, except the white one with a lavish purple mane and tail. She's the same pony she bumped into walking into the cafe for work. She expected that it was something that was seriously important to the suspicious ruler.
"No." She said flatly. "I don't recognize any of the ponies in these photos. Will this be all?"
"Interesting," The king contemplated, placing the pictures back in his satchel, "and before you leave, I have one last question for you, if you have the time."
"Shoot." She replied quickly.
"Okay then." The king strode around Pinkie, turning so he was behind the pink pony. "Have you been experiencing any weird feeling, like a burning hoof or itchy nose?"
Pinkie Pie froze, locked in place from the question. It caught her completely off guard, and the king now knew it. Lying would be obvious. She now had to speak truth.
"Yes." She sighed. "I have been experiencing these feeling."
"I see." The king walked back around, unlocking the door. "This concludes our conversation. You may leave now, Pinkie Pie." all hints of kindness had faded from his voice, and now he needed to leave as soon a possible.
The king hopped into his chariot, calling forth his chariot pullers. He gave them the location of the next stop. He sat down on the pillow in his chariot, thinking hard.
This could be bad. He spoke to his subconscious yet again.
Could be? It replied. Pinkie Pie's Pinkie Sense still remains, and who knows what power it could hold. This, combined with the rogue presence, could obliterate your entire plan.
"Would you SHUT UP about that?" He scream, louder than he expected. The chariot stopped, and the door open.
"Sir, are you alright?" A concerned chariot puller said.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just continue with your job, please." The king sat back down, sighing. His subconscious would not stop until he confronted the intruder.
I'll check it out after we've finished with this. He concluded with his subconscious.