As I laid awake I stared, it wasn't an uncommon task, my mind as blank as a freshly made piece of parchment, as my eyes stared out at nothing, normally. Yet I found myself staring out that natural lighting, that piece of melted sand. I always found it strange, something. Something so irritating when getting into your food or hooves could make such a clear piece of solid transparency. Clarified, in the world as a commonly overlooked object. "Oh, you broke the glass? Don't worry we can just replace it, your still grounded though, mister."

So trivial. So completely... overlooked, and as I looked out over this over looked object I found another. Luna's moon ignored, pretty as always, yet like that piece of sand, most found it so trivial... was Auntie Luna's moon no longer a gift of silence and good blessings to all those who slept beneath it? To those who enjoyed its sight, was it no longer as graceful and pretty? None of that, mattered to the normal ponies or the royals roaming the streets of this damned city. Snobs so low-class even the Night Princess was no longer good for them. WAS THERE NOPONY WHO UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING IS SPECIAL!?

That I was uncertain of. I however thought of it all. Every single moment planned, as everything mattered and was important. Every memory, moment, or hoof step, every piece of melted sand, or the moon and stars, IT WAS ALL important.

I had that night learned what no one could teach. It enraged me, yet it was somehow enlightening. It was to be shared, the philosophy, the sciences, ALL OF IT WAS NOW IMPORTANT AND WANTED, NO NEEDED TO BE SHARED.

Then it dawned on me. I had no one to share my enlightenment. I was alone, separated by my will from the ponies of low mentality, or of such low-class their blood was like grease needing a good waste disposal. I needed someone, in my house of gold, marble, and mahogany wood, a house where if you took a step rail you could live three lifetimes and still have enough money to support five others just as long. There was no one. Empty of every, and all thing living, except me. The thought had never reached my mind before... My hooves had started to shuffle under my thick silk and cotton blanket.

That night my mind had been made up. Whether whoever I found wanted to or not, I refused to be alone any longer. That's when the plans came. Oh, how the plans came, such well thought out plans. I would have someone. Someone who understood my logic on any subject. One that wouldn't try to escape. I had it figured out. I knew who I knew when and how, I knew why, and where, it was perfect.

I would have someone, someone for me to take as mine. It would happen that night. Best to catch my only try at to finding someone truly understanding, all at night before the dawn of Auntie's sun.

By then my hooves had already started to grab all I needed. If I could stop her magic then it would be okay, no worries past that. I was physically set for this, but at that moment, I wasn't mentally prepared, oh but you will be when the time comes. You're a prince. My mind kept replaying, little to my enjoyment. By the time it played through the 40 times in my mind, I was already down past the Canterlot streets and on my way to the train station when something hit me, not physically, but something hit me. I was able to teleport into that disgusting low-class town that my aunties loved all so much. Pigs and low life idiots, that's all that town had to offer, all but one mare. Somepony I had seen many a time, one I could say was quite at home where ever you put her. That was good, it meant when I got to her she wouldn't be all to uncomfortable.

Of course by now all of what I did was illegal, or it was as soon as I preformed teleportation. You see, after flashing though the spacious void to arrive, it was well past even the hours guards are allowed out. A time of criminal activity, in this quiet piece of filth, I doubted there would ever be any trouble at this hour. The place had landed was the middle of town market. Deserted, missing life, that was always true for this time of night. But for then I moved, not to fast as not to draw the attention of light sleepers to my shuffling hooves. Looking back I saw I still had the magic cuff. Grinning. This will be much easier than I imagined, all that was left was bypassing a single door lock and the lock implant.

This much I could do. A prince taught how to lock pick? Unheard of no, I wasn't going to do that much. I shifted my eyes to look back and forth in my peripheral vision, seeing nothing in sight I proceeded even further. The great oak tree, a seemingly ironic fortress of knowledge. I however wasn't pleasures the time to laugh at it, lighting my horn I quickly clicked the door handle's lock open as fast and quietly as possible, millimeter by millimeter. I thanked my bloodline for the strength and magical power it had brought into my hooves, my favorite DNA trait was that of my magical strength.

Was that what drew me to her?

It had to be.

I pondered only a moment, hearing a soft click I began my invasion to the inside of the house. The door didn't creak and with what little magic it needed I held the doorbell in place. Keeping light on my hooves I surveyed the dark front room.
Nothing.

I enter the next room over.

Nothing.

Bathroom.

Storage.

Stairs.

What? My mind clicked back to the last one on the list, as if I had had tunnel vision I simply waved of the stairs, almost at least. Almost though was good enough as I crept up the old oak stairs, the surface of the unpolished wood was cold. Like death, making it all the harder to travel up the stairs of this abomination of knowledge and irony, I wanted to take out the books and burn this place to the ground. Oh how cruel it was, I had normally never bothered with such things. Most buildings made of tree were normally just homes. I could live with that. This, however, wasn't the case. Putting parts of some dead tree inside one of its living brethren. It was practically cannabalism in plain sight! Not that these low life moral less scum could even have enough smarts to realize such a thing.

Another goal came apparent at that time. I was saving a higher being from being clogged and stuffed with the grim and dirt of these disgusting maggot filled street whores and low life lazy scum bags. I was in all cases her knight in shining armor from then on.

By the time my thoughts had concluded to this point I had found it. A large study room. I had checked her room already, my love was not in her bed as anyone would think. No she was asleep head against a book and a desk, a rag of some sort draped over her shoulders.

Seeing my chance I slumped down low. Not out of caution but so that I could be at eye level. I was bowing to my queen, my one and only queen. Quickly my magic flowed over the magical horn cuff, made by Auntie, and strong enough to contain even she. Quickly I slide it onto the sensitive appendage.

Finally, my prize was won. FINALLY, I could talk to one who could never judge me. I needed only time to prepare the next step. Embracing my love in a tight embrace and kiss I was faced with a startled lavender mare.

Quickly my horn flashed and my mind went to my castle. The room I had only seen 15 times in my life so far. The cells. I had already prepared the cell earlier as it was only the best for my love. Soon we were their, I was faced with a shocked lover who was still too drowsy to process the situation of this unity. My horn lighting again it pulled the key out and unlocked the cell I had fixed. The cushions, books, and several pieces of furniture surrounded the cobblestone-walled cage.

"Stay well. My lavender love." I called, as I forced her into the cell. Unable to use magic she had been at a loss, as I had levitated her in and simultaneously locked the cell door. When that was finished it was close to sun rise. Grabbing aside a servant, I ordered for them to get a maid prepared for getting ingredients I was quick to list down on a piece of paper. Handing it over I went to find the spell I needed and the potion that was required as well. The recipe of success and a spell of victory in conquest. Oh the scandal! Oh the love that would burn on from here.

My hooves pounded on the carpeted floor as I found myself I a mad dash for my personal study. This was serious business. No more deprivation, no more lonely nights, yes it was all mine now, a charming young mare for my own wife, intelligent as the got, cleverness, however was not her strong suite. I knew this already known, before any of this. I was in fact one of the few that had ever known my lavender wife in her filly years. Through out school, her work as Auntie's apprentice. Oh, oh what joy.

My mind escaped reality as it scanned book, after book, after book, after book, after book, after every wretched damn book. But finally I found them.

Siegfrei's spell of permanent, sane-love tampering

I scanned it over. The potion was simply to open any additional mental problems and delete them. The spell to permanently, through the potion's neuron rewriting I could make her love me, WANT me, it was all too simple. Difficult to pull off, but simple in mind.

I went to work as soon as I finished memorizing the information. The maid had long since collected the necessary supplies and I wanted this done, I wanted not to imprison my heart's reason to pump a moment longer.

A dash of Tibulin Domasion, three cups of purified glacier water, two spoonfuls of Dimbalis Lavenders (ironic I will admit), two pints of liquified magic. That was the entire recipe, the entire way to first unlocking my mare's heart. But it was not yet time. I had to wait 'til Twilight. Under the ironic time would I finally have my object of affection, feel the same towards me.

Ah, Auntie Luna's moon... I was truly thankful for such a beautiful night, my desire would be able to love me on a night so dream-filled. Yes, it was time. I had prepared it all. From the spell, to the potion, next was getting it into her throat. That was the challenge. Or it should have been had I not brought along my hoof cuffs. As I entered the cell I had left her in I found a heart aching sight. I wanted not for her to cry. No, that would be the worst situation, in my head at the time. Walking over I saw just how exposed she was, now was my chance. Levitating the hoof cuffs I quickly clicked them onto the mare.

It was easy from there, the potion, I had had to plug her nose to force it down. The spell all the simpler. So simple I waited from there on. If it worked of didn't work was my only question. I began however to think. Think like I did while staring through that transparent, burnt sand.
I was beginning to like philosophy.

Author's Note

Authors Note:
The Notebook: More of a twisted feel than anything. Not meant to be gory.

Credit
Concept: The Notebook
Written by: The Notebook
Edited by: Comegas_Flare