Blueblood’s screams echoed down the hallways, he seemed bewildered, confused and scared all in one. His lower jaw hung unseemly low, as his lower lip quivered he spoke, “A, a, a grey hair!-in my beautiful mane!” he exclaimed punctuating his wild claim by pointing a hoof at his mane.
“My sire,” the servant pony drawled, “it is most unfortunate, this situation, might I see if I were to be so bold?”
Eyeing the servant critically Blueblood acquiesced, “very well.” Trotting up so as to take a closer look, the servant brought out an oft used magnifying glass. The servant brought out a step ladder so he could better find the accused and began to search for the offending hair. Looking though layer upon layer, the servant searched till at last the hair was found, scissors summoned and the hair promptly cut off of the prince’s scalp.
“There my sire, the offender has been removed. Will there be anything else you require your excellence?”
“Hmm?” the prince mused, “no, no that will be all, you are dismissed.” Bowing the servant left his liege’s bedroom and returned to his quarters. “My you certainly are devishly handsome, mhhm, hmmm.” Blueblood approved, whilst regarding his reflection.
After kissing the mirror, Blueblood stole away to bed; his dreams peaceful and serene. He slept like a rock.
As the sun rose, the ponies of Canterlot went about their business, readying for the day, merchants set up stall, shops lit up with life, ponies went out meandering simply enjoying the day, workers repaired and built all around the city, children ran to school, the elderly sat in the park, courier ponies made deliveries and servants rushed to prepare for their lieges.
Canterlot Castle stood proud overlooking Canterlot city, it’s spires dazzled pony and foreigner alike. Inside the castle: servants, guards, nobles and travelers scurried about as Princess Celestia raised the sun high into the heavens.
Amidst all this hustle and bustle, Prince Blueblood royal blood tracing back into the shrouded mist of ages past, carried himself forward, chest puffed, mane glistening as he strode down the corridor toward the Royal Dining Hall. He passed servants, guard ponies, petitioners, hanger-ons, court ponies, lost tourists and a gaggle of ambassadors from the Donkey Empire, as he made his way toward the humble wooden doors from which only the most important ponies passed.
As Blueblood drew nearer to his destination, his eyes gazed across the hall to the windows framing one side of the hall, he made special remark upon the time of day and breathed a dignified sigh. Approaching two great wooden doors two ponies dressed in fine livery and with cutie marks of doors being opened did approximately what their cutie marks described. As the doors sailed across the floor Blueblood entered the esteemed room where he saw his Auntie Princess Celestia delicately taking small nibbles out of her breakfast.
The Royal Dining Hall was much smaller than one might assume; it begat more of a homely feel with wood being the main material used in it’s design, low hanging chandeliers and the small rectangular table used when there were no feasts to be had added to the atmosphere.
At the head of the table stood two thrones, the larger one was occupied whilst the one to its right was not. The prince bowed lowly toward the Princess and then proceeded to his traditional place at the table seated right of the inferior throne. Lowering his royal personage into the high seat, Blueblood made himself comfortable as his breakfast was brought hither by a team of servants.
Blueblood took his morning fare of wheat, orchard hay and blue berry salad with less gusto than a stuffed mare. He ate exceedingly slow. As this customary practice continued, he waited to be addressed, familiar with the pattern after having experienced it more than several thousand times.
As if on cue, the Princess began, “Good morning Blueblood, how are you on this fine morning?”
Not skipping a beat the prince responded, “Remarkably well, your highness, what, if I may inquire, of your illustrious self?”
“Quite well, thank you.” Celestia regarded him with a look as if to convey she was pleased at him for something, what exactly, blueblood could not tell, though he supposed it was his mere presence. Common ponies fainted at his mere scent, royal mares blushed at his handsomeness, and Celestia was pleased to dine with him on occasion. Truly he thought to himself I am a most blessed stallion of many attributes and no vices at all, positively perfect.
So the meal continued, small talk was exchanged infrequently, Blueblood enquired of the health of Celestia, the whereabouts of Princess Luna to which she had no answer and other mundane things. Until Blueblood finished his meal, got up and left with all the proper dignity required.
Once again the wooden doors opened wide and Blueblood sashayed out, happy that no unfortunate presences were encountered unlike previous dining experiences. Blueblood shuddered and thought better of dwelling on such things.
Cantering along, he trotted like a show horse snout pointed high, hoofs rising up high and coming back low but quickly rising back up again. He looked like a model noble stallion of high birth and not a care in the world but his own vanity.
Then the voice he dreaded, had kept him awake for long amounts of time, and generally spooked him yelled, “Blue-blue!” He froze, his blood ran cold, his eyes pinpricked, and breath shallow; as hoof steps swiftly gained up, he would be caught like a beautiful peacock in a cage, his warden, his entire prison the stuff of nightmares. She who would bring ruin to all, lay waste to the country, eat foals- suddenly Blueblood was grasped in a pair of strong fore legs. Any air he had stored in his lungs was quickly expelled as she squeezed him in an iron like grip.
“Oh my widdle baby Blew-Blew! How are you feeling? What’s wrong do you have a boo-boo?” Recently Blueblood was doing rather poorly, he had not an ounce of breath in the past minute, he think he may have wet himself in abject horror and he was fairly certain his pride had taken a fall if all of the smiling ponies and that one griffin were any indication. Still he had his good looks, good health, a fine fortune and-“Don’t worry Blew-Blew momma Wuna will help her wittle baby.” With that a blue alicorn sped off toward some unknown destination with a full grown white unicorn stallion on her back. Never mind looks, fortune and health are overrated.
Rushing through the halls the lunar princess with occupant in tow galloped through the various halls and rooms, passing lesser ponies and a smattering of other creatures who gave the strange procession bewildered looks. Barreling through the halls Princess Luna and “Blew-Blew” along for the ride, quickly trot up a staircase and entered a room at the top of the stairs.
Using her wing, Luna deposited the poor stallion into a rather large crib, Princess Luna set off toward a dresser cluttered with a variety of pictures of Blueblood and Luna, Princess Celestia, Blueblood in a little sailor outfit, Blueblood wearing a foal’s pajamas, Luna and Blueblood in matching frilly attire, and so forth. Pulling open a drawer with her magic, Luna tossed garments, toys, diapers, pacifiers and other foolish things. Blueblood was frantically searching the room for something to end his misery, it did not help that Luna had foal proofed the entire room after the last time Prince Blueblood tried to commit suicide, suffice to say he failed, miserably.
This pen will not burden the further horrors that awaited our entrapped prince, but suffice it to say, Blueblood would not leave Luna’s chambers with his pride intact.