>You are Anon
>And the last time you felt this bad was when... When what?
>... You can't remember
>Fucking Freud, making your mind slip on shit, just fucking get on with it
>You crack open your crusted shut eyes and hiss at the radiant sun's rays, bathing your room in beautiful light
>Jesus Christ, is it possible to hate it more than you currently do?
>Blinking away the grit, and a botched attempt of pulling yourself out of your bed is the fifth best slap in the face you could get in the morning, especially since it sucks all the blood out of your lower extremities, and puts it somewhere important, like, you know, your brain
>Of course the first through forth best slaps in the face you have received have involved lots of drunk sex, physical abuse, and realizing that, that wasn't water in that glass on your night stand, only after you began to smoke what you thought was tobacco in your pipe
>You begin to stretch and pop all your various joints and aches in your worn frame
>It feels pretty good up until you get to your toe knuckles
>Fucking walk on marble for twelve plus hours and see how much it hurts your feet when you pop them
>With your body ready for the daily shit slinging, you begin a fitness maintenence routine that was ingrained into your thoughts and muscle memory
>Every move, every push, pull, squat, and lift felt familiar
>It almost sucked as much as the sunlight's rays
>You hate it, but you love it, or something about ripped abs or whatever
>You would shave but you know, you aint to manlet
>That, and the first time you met the Minotaurs without a beard, they thought you were a tranny, something about how they all grew beards but facial hair, something about masculinity and femininity
>Who cares, it's too early to think bout work, hell, thinking about work while at work was bad for your health
>And when did you start caring about your health?
>Right around when you got lost thinking while in the shower, and used up all the hot water
>Oh hey, that's really fucking cold
>...
>Toweling yourself off quickly, and donning your work attire, a thug ass nigga well fited pin black on gray pinstripe suit, black shirt, purple tie, black belt and matching shoes, you swagger out the door
>Damn nigga, damn you feel good
>"Good to see you're awake Anonymous, Sir."
>Hey, there it goes! Your honest, cheery disposition! Out the window, through the woods, to grandma's house where she's butchering it and making it into some sweet ass grandma food
>Grandma was always into weird stuff, you think.
>Grinding to a halt, you turn to your right, facing the mare of the hour who's currently saluting you
"Ah, Emby my little Fraulein," you grit through your teeth
>You cup Ember's face with your hands, staring deeply into her eyes
>She stands nonplussed in your attempt to get an a rise out of her
"Did you know that, as with most mammals, such as you ponies, that when a human's hands are placed in such a location, it takes but the flick of the wrists to snap the neck, breaking the brain stem?"
>Ember just stands there, vigilant as ever... wait, the fuck is up with her eyes? Why they red, and have bags under them? Meh, maybe you didn't notice it last night, you were pretty drunk
>"Yes, I am familiar with that Sir, I learned it during my counter Griffon and Minotaur training. But considering that you're awake and well, that means I can go get some sleep of my own."
"Oh shit, I didn't do something stupid like hurt you last night, did I? I kind of don't remember much of last night, I do remember talking to you though." You immediately sputter out, your mind immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusion for Ember's foul mood,
"Jeez if I fucked up I don't know how I could deal with that.," you mumble
>This catches Ember and pulls her out of her stupor
>"Oh, no, no, no, just tired, Anon. Just, had to, you know, stand out here all night, and stand watch."
>Confusion begins to be dredged up with a helping of concern
"Wait, why did you end up following me anyway? And why did you stand outside my room?"
>Ember's eyes snap open, and they begin to dart left and right
>"Uh, I'd love to tell you sir but as you said last night, I am very much tired, and would love nothing more than to go and rest. IfthatisallI'ltakemylivethanksbye."
>And there she goes a runnin
>Eh, it's easier to not care
>Time for your favorite way to begin your day! By fucking with the noble houses!
>Too bad Equestria didn't have lions, manticore has one too many syllables and doesn't sound that good when used in the Rains of Castamere
>Despite the earlier interruption and that voice jumping around in that deep, dark place you don't like to talk about, telling you that you fucked up big time, there is still a powerful swagger in your step
>And why wouldn't there be? You get to play one of your two favorite games! Lets get Blueblood to act out of character, and terrify the shit out of Celestia's sycophants!
>You would say that you enjoyed the smell of terror release urine and feces, but you don't, it's fucking disgusting
>As you make your way to the main hall, all the various guards give you their formal salutes, some even give slight smiles and nods, to all of which you give your own nod
>God, you fucking hated salutes, save that shit for the actual Officers, not your POG ass
>POG... Another strange choice of words for you
>Shit, it's the main doors, no time to think, just do
>You stop, straighten your tie, stop your heels, and give the two door guards a gleeful smile
"Show time boys, whats the wager for today?"
>The guard to the right of the door is the one to address you
>"Odds are in favor of you ending the Celestia's morning hearing prematurely, Ambassador. And are against you getting Blueblood to slip up today, supposedly there is a hand maiden of one of the family's in attendance who by judging by the carefully applied makeup, is being treated a little too rough, and you know how Blueblood takes to that kind off treatment."
>Ho boy, Bloody, not another one
"Damn, now I got to play by his game, I owe the blue balled bastard anyway for forcing him to repair his act by using that one mare leaching off of him during the Gala as a cake shield. Well, all of Equestria's a stage."
>"There's one more thing sir."
>Oh?
"Yes..."
>"Sir Fancy Pants is in attendance."
>Uh oh
"And Fleur?"
>"She is present as well."
>Oh god, the pain, not today, not when Blueblood has a moral vendetta
>Why Can't pinching your nose and rubbing your forehead work like some sort of morphine pez dispenser?
>The guard on the left addresses you this time
>"If I may sir, Blueblood, Fleur and Sir Fancy Pants all came to today's morning Court, and they all seemed to be of good spirits."
>Oh god, they're getting back at you
*Sniff*
"Alright."
>Turn on heel, stomp foot, small flourish, and everything lines up
>The guards are smirking, no grinning at your small display
>Supposedly it's synonymous with the guarantee that they're going to be getting a good show, or so you've been told
>Fucking bastards enjoying the fruit of your hard labor
>Without having to give the go, the doors are bathed in golden magic, and slowly grind open
>Without hesitation, you accept the forward, beginning to walk into the throne room once the doors had begun their journey
>Hell, making the impression that you were expected and precisely arriving when meant, walking as if you weren't breaking your stride was one hell of a way to set the board
>You're well past the threshold before the doors stop, their booming stop echoing throughout the vast hall
>Flanked by the upturn faces of the many members that make up the noble houses, you keep your attention ahead, walking toward's Celestia's dais
>No worse for wear after last night... No, forget that, this takes precedence
>You reach the beginning of the steps, and take a knee
>"Rise Ambassador Anon. You may now address the Nobles."
>And rise you do, turn on heel, stomp, flourish, and hands resting behind back
"Let us begin today's court, shall we?"
>You swear you could hear the racing of their hearts, the sheep knew they were in the presence of the shepherd, and the big bad wolf that kept the rest of the pack at bay
>The court starts out simple thankfully
>A number of nobles bring up the status of various trade agreements in Equestria, others merely inquiring the status of various laws in the process of review
>Basically a big round of everything you could care less about
>And yet had to have your input on, an unfortunate effect of being the Human Ambassador to the Equestrian Court, you were "duty bound" to make an appearance to these meetings, and give your thoughts on them, deciding if they would help further or harm the Human and Equestrian relations
>In reality, it was a way to make you not look like a free loader
>And in practice, you were free to use any of the nobles as verbal target practice, tearing them apart brick by brick
>So long as what you were saying made sense to Celestia and you weren't just talking out of your ass
>"Thank you Celestia."
>Oh fucking finally, the bastard stopped talking
>It's Celestia's turn to address the crowd
>"Thank you my pony. Now that the formalities have been taken care of, let us move onto any propositions."
>Your ears perk up at the sound of this, this is the part that so many fear you for
>Cold, hard, human logic
>The crowd parts before you, and out comes your very own Fancy Pants and his loving wife, (Or cock sheath, at least you thought so) Fleur De Lis
>They stop at the accepted point of address, and you begin the act you should have been planning out in the lull of the first hour you spent standing
>"Princess Celestia, Ambassador Anonymous, if it pleases the court." Fancy begins, taking a bow with Fleur matching in kind.
>"Fancy Pants, it is a pleasant surprise to see you today."
>Ugh, Celestia's fucking cheery disposition, it's too infectious
>"And it is my pleasure to address you, as well as our dear friend, the Ambassador."
>To which you gave a curt nod to both Fancy and Fleur
>Big fucking mistake as both of their cheery smiles seem to have grown in a magnitude
>They turn back to Celestia, smiles still plastered on their faces
>"Yes, we came before you today to address the seemingly growing orphan issue."
>Classic, the fucking orphans
>"Yes, I have read reports, and I must agree that this is indeed a growing issue, though you are among the first to be counted towards those who have first brought up the issue. Do you have a proposed fix to this issue?"
>Classic move Celestia, have the child work through it's issues, though expected of an ancient diety with ages worth of wisdom
>Fleur is the one to respond in kind
>"Oui mon Princess. Mon dear Fancy and I have always taken an active interest in taking care les foals of Equestria. And as des late, when we've reviewed le status des Canterlot's very Celestial Orphanage."
>Fancy cuts in here for some reason, you don't care, this is taking too long anyway
"And while the facility was of the highest standard, we seem to notice that the adoption rates were slowing down, necessitating in the prolonged visitation of many young foals and fillies. Thus we would like to propose the re-purposing of the Ponyville Everclear Hospital."
>Ah yes, lets convert a falling apart, and abandoned Sanitarium into a orphanage. You can swear you can hear Stephen King rushing to his publisher with the script
>You wait a moment, considering the details of what such a project would entail
>It's a stupid idea, but you always were a sucker for abandoned children
>As you think, you notice the distinct lack of Celestia responding to the proposal
>You turn to look to Celestia, trying to catch what's delaying her
>Surprisingly, she's looking at you
>You roll your hand, trying to tell her to get on with her decision
>Her face flashes with a look concern, before she adopts her natural, calm visage
>As you turn back to facing Fancy and company, Celestia clears her throat from up on high
>"I can understand your concerns my ponies..."
>Everypony grows tense at Celesia's pause, cept you, cause you're not a pony and she does this kind of shit all the time
>God, to pick up all of the habits of Discord, she picked up the art of the dramatic pause
>"But I would like to hear the thoughts of our dear Ambassador Anonymous, first before I make a final decision."
>Fuck
>You give Celestia your best sideways glare, before you bring the issue to the forefront of your mind
>Wait, issue? You don't have any real problems with it. None besides the concerns Celestia no doubt shares
>Giving the hall a look over reveals some rather expected expressions
>Worry, fear, concern, and apathy, all mixed in with a rather large helping of general distaste, probably directed towards you in general
"I just have a few concerns, Sir Fancypants and Lady Fleur."
>They both nod, letting you continue
>"First, funding. Who's paying for this, specifically. You plan to refurbish a run down hospital that probably hasn't had a living soul inside of it, legally, for the past fifty or so years."
>"We were thinking that since yes, this would be a rather large up taking, that the royal coffers would pay for the initial investment needed to begin the process. This of course would include evaluating the site, clearing debris, demolishing any undesired wings, and to set the bidding on a construction team."
>Hmm, okay
"What about the rest Fancy?"
>Fleur responds in kind
>Why did they have to fucking finish each other's sentences?
>"Nous would provide pour le rest of the funding for the building. Le founding, while largely ours, will also be split by un fundraising banquet taking place at notre estate."
>Kind of risky, your betting on the charity of the other noble families, but the Gala is not for another five months. What better way for them to privately stab each other in the back than in the public? Not to mention Fancy is a Knight of Equestria, refusing to attend would not only make you look bad to the other royals and sycophants, you look bad to the public for not supporting the building of orphanages
>Damn, you two did think this through
"Materials, and what of all the additional costs, like having to extend the Royal Guard's presence to the hospital?"
>"As stated, the Everclear Hospital is stationed near Ponyville, the town where Princess Twilight currently resides. Being that it is a trade town, it would not be difficult to have materials shipped through there for the workers. Other materials, if in immediate need, could be acquired through the local economy, and if the need is that important"
>Okay Fancy, but what about the guards?
>Fancy puffs his chest out at this, and seems to beam with pride
>Okay, what did the bastard manage to do?
>"As for the Royal Guard's presence, it would not be difficult to draw forces stationed at Princess Twilight's Palace. while supplementing their draw by deploying additional guard members for the duration of the construction."
>Okay, an idiot could figure that, but was making you proud earlier
>Fleur takes the stand from Fancy
>"Nous would also like to state zat Princess Twilight has volunteered to over see the project."
>Hmm, nice move guys, you just managed to make half the court swoon over having been able to convince the newly crowned princess to not only listen to you, but to take on a personal favor
>Lets pour some gas
>You turn back to Celestia, who, by your best guess, has adopted a knowing smile, out of the corner of your eye, you see the lovely couple reflecting it in earnest
"I take that you knew this already Celestia?"
>She casts her smile upon you
>"Actually, yes, I did Ambassador, I was notified this morning by Princess Twilight herself."
>How to address this... Eh, supporting it in true earnest seems like it would be the funniest
"I like it."
>Oh how you revel in their expressions. Utter shock, painted in confusion, oh the fools had you figured.
"I agree, there is an orphan issue not only in Canterlot, but in Stalliongrad, and Manehatten as well. Refurbishing the hospital will stimulate economic growth locally, and in various other cities where materials will have to be out sourced due to the industrial restrains Ponyville currently possesses. And having the guard forces being drawn from Princess Twilight's reserves give her Officers a chance to properly conduct a large scale security detail due to the Everfree Forest's vicinity to the Town, and due to Princess Twilight overseeing the project personally. The more finite details can be dealt by the lower orders of Twilight's and Canterlot's bureaucracy, strengthening the relations between the two Sovereignty's."
>Huh, you must have broke them, you can tell by the slack jawed expressions shared around
>So, what, just because you play the Nay-smith for the court, you must automatically tell an bunch of kits to go back to their box homes?
>You think your not that heartless
>You like to think so at least
>"I agree with Ambassador Anonymous. He shares my sentiments as well, almost." Celestia addresses
>Ah, the sound of pins and needles being dropped
>In 5, 4, 3...
>"Celestia, I must object!"
>"I as well.!"
>A murmur grows in the crowd
>Aw, the fucker's timing was off!
>Wait, so what were those shit heads saying?
>Blueblood who has surprisingly been silent for the entirety of the court gives you a nod, before flicking his head to the back of the crowd
>Like the parting of the red rug sea, the Royals part way for a pearl white Unicorn Mare with an azure mane, her frame adorned with a dainty dress, embodied with sapphires
>God damn it
"Hello Princess 'Give them cake'"
>"The mare, making her approach, doesn't bother to 'grace' you with a response to your nickname for her
>Great thing about being a human, nobody gets your insults. That being said, being able to call many of the various members of the Canterlot Royal Families 'huge fucking faggots' was unfortunately the only thing that kept you sane for a number of months upon first entering Canterlot, and Equestria as a whole
>The mare stops before Celestia, barely managing what one would consider a bow of respect
>Now Blueblood may be a bastard as an act, but his sister was an honest bitch
>"What seems to be the issue Royal Azure?" Celestia addresses.
>Hue, Royalty and blue puns actually run in the family
>And so does the genes for Mommy's and Daddies to make little sociopaths of their own
>Oh god, how bad would have Blueblood been if he didn't have Celestia for all those years?
>"Yes Princess Celestia, I do actually have a few issues with both Fancy's and Fleurs plan, as well as Ambassador Anonymous's interpretation of said plan."
>EH! LETS PLAY KNOWINGLY INSULT THE PRINCESS!
>"For one, how can we expect for the Royal Coffers to be able to cover such a large theoretical estimate?"
"Watch it there cakey, you used a word with more than 3 syllables."
>Aw, she's trying to kill you with her eyes, its so cute. Holy shit, she's actually leering at you pretty strongly
>"I am a Princess Ambassador, you would due best to remember that."
"Psh, well I didn't vote for you."
>Rule number one about insulting Royalty that you should not associate yourself with, completely disregard their authority
>"AMBASSADOR ANONYMOUS! HOW DARE YOU!"
>Hey, your nails suddenly need to be polished against your coat
"Hmm? Sorry, I thought you were going on about your justification for liking snuff kiddy porn, not something that actually mattered, like keeping all those fillies out of your basement."
>Azure's horn charges sanguine, before you realize just how much too far you went with that jab
>"THAT IS ENOUGH!"
>You whip your head towards Celestia
>Her eye's are glowing white, her ethereal mane is pulsating with orange streaks through her spread wings, She stands on all fours, almost ready to jump between the both of you
>"BOTH OF YOU WILL STAND SILENT!"
>You whistle internally, the thought of making Celestia bring out the Royal Canterlot Voice is finally something you can check off your bucket list
>Eventually Celestia's intensity begins to dull. She falls back into her cushion, her eyes closed, and mane slowly calming
>That doesn't change the fact that all the guards in the hall all look like they are ready to give Royal Azure a number of new breathing holes
>And judging by how the guards are shifting their glare to you as well, you're not the only one who thinks it went too far
>From the looks of it, Royal Azure's magic has long since dissipated, and she's decided to recover as much of her appearance as possible by bowing before Celestia
>Eventually the tension in the room grows slack enough for Blueblood to walk out of the crowd, before Celestia, where he gives Celestia an honest bow before addressing her
>"Princess Celestia, if I may?"
>"Yes Blueblood?"
>Wow, not even bothering with the titles Celestia, that one really burned you out
>"I believe it would be best if I were to escort my Sister out, personally. I would also like to sincerely apologize for her behavior. Our entire family has been tense due to recent events, your highness"
>Royal Azure tries give Blueblood her signature glare
>She's stopped when she catches Celestia's own narrowed eyed glare
>She only dips deeper at this
>"You may escort her out of the castle Blueblood, where she will be escorted to her estate by two Royal Guards. When you leave her entourage, you are free to return."
>Celestia turns to one of her Guards lining the Hall's walls, giving him a silent nod
>He, along with his pair, give a salute in kind, before marching up to flank the two siblings
>On his way out, Blueblood gives you a wink, and his stony face barely curls into a smile
>Royal Azure keeps her nose aimed to the sky, carrying the same elegance she possessed upon making her entrance
>The golden doors open and close for the quartet. being the only willing to break the silence
>"In light of the recent events, I would like to call a thirty minute break, all are free to mingle here, or leave the Caste grounds."
>Many nobles begin to make their way out, none seem to want to stay in the same room that almost caused Celestia to lash out
>None except a disappointed looking Fancypants and Fleur De Lis
>"Anonymous."
>Celesia's voice, and the clop of her hooves, descending from her throne is more than enough to turn and bring your full attention
>She does not give you a command, but the sight of her walking towards one of the side rooms is enough to tell you to follow
>Feeling the pit in your stomach, combined with what many refer to as your conscious, makes you turn back to Fancy Pants and Fleur Di Lis
>Its also what makes you bow parallel to the ground before them, and kicks you in the jaw, telling it to start talking before Celestia becomes impatient
"Sir Fancy Pants, Lady Fleur Di Lis, you have my most sincerest of appologizes, for what ever it may be worth. I also am willing to do what ever is necessary in order to make amends for my misconduct expressed in my defense."
>There is silence, then the slow, meandering clop of hooves
>Alabaster hooves enter the rim of your vision, and you feel a hoof pulling your head up
>Fleur's fuschia eyes greet you
>Every nerve in your body grows tense, her eyes drawing you miles out of your body
>You barely feel her lips pressing your cheek
>You even less hear her whisper in your ear
>"Nous shall hold vous to zat our dear friend. Now go, les Princess es waiting pour vous."
>You rise to your full height
>Fleur is beaming at you, Fancy is smiling just as much
>You would feel at ease were it not for the fact that there is something seriously bothering you about their smiles
>"Anonymous, if you would."
>Well that's another thing you're going to have to think about later, Celestia's got the rightful possesion of your balls right now for making a mess of her court
>Fun, fun, fun
>You give the smiling pair another bow, before turning to Celestia who stands at the entrance of a branching hallway
>Eh you owe her this much
>You bring yourself next to Celestia
>She still possesses that same edge she held when staring down Royal Azure
>You fucked up
>"Anonymous, if you would follow me."
>Not an invitation, not a suggestion, an order
"Certainly, you Majesty."
>This seems to appease her by no small amount
>She turns and walks into the hall, leading past a number of what you recognize as rooms to where the up most privacy could be acquired
>And such privacy would be needed in the rooms where the fates of entire nations would be decided
>Such was the nature of Celestia's ambassador's chambers
>You reach the end of the hall, ending in what you liked to consider as your room
>It was the one Celestia, Luna, and Twilight first took you to upon entering Equestria
>As much as you hated the room, for being the one that would be the place where you developed many a headache, it always drew you in
>Celestia magics the door open, the locks being undone by a flick of her horn
>You follow her into the simple chamber
>Simply furnished, done in such a way to bring ease and relaxation
>You still fucking hated the couches
>Celestia crosses the room, and takes her place on the couch to your right, divided by both the door and dead fireplace
>You take your place across her
>Celestia sits, or more lies on the couch, with her head buried in one of the throw pillows
>You sit in silence, laid back on the all too small couch
>You feel more than content to just lie here, leaving Celestia to break the silence
>She does that with a moving groan
>"Was that really necessary of you, Anon?"
"Can't hear you, your're speaking to the couch right now
>She raises her head, and casts you a look of motherly disappointing
>She begins to say something, but bites her tongue, stopping herself
>She looks back to the pillow
>"You know I am sorry about what happened last night, don't you Anonymous?"
>Water freezes to ice in your blood, and your sweat draws the heat from your bones
>You mumble barely above a whisper because that's all your body is able to force out
"I... I know that Celly. I know."
>You unconsciously begin to pop your knuckles, first your right hand, moving onto your left
>You linger here, trying to feel something to stop you, a hand, a hoof, anything, trying to pull out the joint stopping you on your middle finger
>Celestia's voice brings you out of your stupor
>"Anon, you know I would do everything in my power to help you, but..."
"Were I to be returned, I would be returning to the fixed point I was being pulled out of. And since my planet is hurtling through space, whilst the solar system pulls it along, there is no guarantee that I won't return to an unrecognizable vacuum in some undefinable place in space."
>You look at Celly, barely holding back her tears
"I know, I already talked to Discord."
>You crack a broken smile, because its the only thing you can to do be in the moment
"I know you would, and I know Discord would as well. You know, I actually found him literally tearing himself to pieces once, out in the maze."
>You blink a few times, attempting to reinforce your smile
"He couldn't accept it. The god born from the grease stains left over from the birth of the universe, and he's forced to remember that outside of life and death, there is still one other thing he can't change, no matter what.
>You clear your nose, Celestia doesn't bother to fill the silence
"You four are good like that. And I know how Twilight tore herself to shreds, looking through Starswirl's journals, trying to find scraps of something to at least use to act as a compass needle. Just as much as I know how Luna tried piercing the veil through the bridge, risking falling into madness just so she could understand the fraction off the universe my ass was dragged from, so that they'd have a map of where they could possibly plop my hopeless ass."
>Celestia shifts around on her couch, but doesn't move from her spot
>You could ask for nothing more from here than to have her just sit there
>You barely catch her staring intently at your fiddling hands
>Shoving them in your pockets serves to stop your unconscious tick, and give you the moment needed to sort your choice of words
"I know of what you four have done, and are willing to do for me, Celly. You, I cannot begin to describe how much that means for me."
>Celestia chokes down a smile, which draws your full attention
>"I count that as one of the many blessing in my immortal life, Anon."
"But that does not excuse the way that I acted. I do not think its needed for me to explain why the way I acted, but you should know I won't hesitate to speak my peace again."
>Celestia gives off a more genuine smile, shaking away the left over tears in her eyes
>"I know Anon, I know. But you did go too far with that last bit with Royal Azure."
>You give off a snort
>Wouldn't surprise you if she did like to keep fillies locked up in her basement.
>"I know you have ample reason to... have your differences, but she was only acting the part you have taken to playing with the other nobles in the court."
>Yeah, she was playing the nay smith for that dance
>Doesn't give her the excuse of blatantly insulting Celestia, Fancy, or Fleur
>You, eh? You could trade insults all day with her, and still leave the room grinning
>"As I've said before in our previous meetings, bite your tongue until it bleeds if you have to. As much as you wish to see us unharmed, you are of no good if you are found in an alley, cold and lifeless."
>You cock an eyebrow at Celestia's choice of words, but she's right and you know it
>Doesn't mean you have to like it
>You give your eyes a rub, clearing them of the dust clouding them
>You swing your legs off the couch, taking the rest of you for the ride
>Celestia follows your que, and stands as well, albeit, with more grace than you could have used
>The two of you make your ways out of the room, silently
>There is nothing of note you need to share with each other, what was needed to be said has been done so
>You enter a nearly empty Throne room, the only occupents being the two guards at the door
>You and Celestia share a look, to which you merely shrug your shoulders, and put your hand forward, giving her the lead
>Its only when the two of you are approaching the guards, do you hear the sounds
>The dull thuds of explosions, and the casting of magic
>Oh god, why does it suddenly feel like Blueblood did something incredibly stupid whilt he was outside of Celestia's attention
>The two guards give a salute, and the doors grind back open to the outside
>Immediately the sounds of combat become driven to the forefront of your mind
>As the two of you walk out into the hall, you catch a blue glow coming from the Castle's exit down on the end
>Celestia seems content with walking, but her grace has gone rigid, and her wings are tense
>You, however, are really trying to remain calm about the whole issue, but considering you're not a reality defying sorcerer who uses rugged good looks, and wise cracking comments in your charisma checks, you're having a really hard time not imagining that at the end of the hall is another bunch of rogue, pissed off Changelings
>Half way through your walk, the noise stops, the glowing blue light dies, and cheering begins to reverberate through the hallway
>You now set the pace, Celestia easily matching your near jog like pace
>As the cheering grows louder with you coming nearer, your fears fade as you make out various ponies outside in the courtyard ahead
>The two of you pass the threshold
>Blueblood is standing in the middle of the yard, panting, bruised, and singed
>On the ground is a noble from the court, from the looks of it, the one Blueblood had an issue to take up with
>Celestia stands at the entrance while you begin to walk down the stairs
>During this period, Blueblood looks in Celestia's direction, smiles at her, before he collapses in a heap
>The cheering of the crowds stops at you entering the ring
>You immediately notice one of the Royal Guards on the other side, looking at you
>It takes but a flick of your head for him to go trotting towards the noble pony lying on the ground
>You make your way to Blueblood
>From the smile on his face, he seems to be pretty happy right now
>A check of his pulse tells you that he's merely out cold
>Celestia addresses the crowd as you take hold of Blueblood, and throw his limp form over your shoulders, carrying him
>"My ponies, though I have a few questions concerning... What has transpired, I know many of you had other concerns you wished to be addressed, so without further a due, would you follow me back inside."
>She just casts you an all to quick of a glance, to which you respond with a flick of your hand, your farewell until you meet again
>Celestia's form is consumed by the masses of ponies following her
>They filter past you, oblivious to your presence
>The square clears and you and Blueblood are matched by the Guard from earlier, carrying the same Noble
>"Ambassador, the infirmary is this way."
>Is all you're given before he begins to march back inside
>You shift Blueblood on your back, into a more comfortable position for you
>You're getting too old for this shit