A Beautiful Night

by Dsarker

Rating: everyone
Tags: Romance
Length: 403

Octavia and Blueblood one-shot

Octavia and Blueblood spend the night celebrating Blueblood's birthday. Below them, the town also celebrates the national holiday, but are there other reasons for the lights in the city below? A quick examination of the history of Equestria reveals nothing of revolts - except for the case of Nightmare Moon, whose alter-ego has returned recently. Could the night sky be more than just a mere appearance? And just why does Blueblood seem, in almost every appearance, to have been more concerned with his own aesthetic appearance than with how he appears in feeling to other ponies? Could it be that he has a secret of his own to hide? And why is he the sole royal who is no alicorn? What is Celestia planning for him? Could it be that he has not yet fulfilled his own destiny? What could that destiny be? Perhaps he has his own monsters to defeat…

Meanwhile, in Ponyville, nothing major has happened since the night of the Grand Galloping Gala Grief. What could Celestia have promised or revealed to Blueblood to keep him from investigating? Are his bad manners ignorance, or learned? What possible motive could he have to have such terrible manners deliberately? What secrets are Celestia and Luna hiding from Blueblood? What are they hiding from Twilight? What about the prophecies? She already knew that Discord and other foes were coming back. Why hide this from Twilight? Could there be something more suspicious going on? What possible reasons might she have? And why has Blueblood been isolated from society from so long? Just what is Celestia up to? And where is Luna in all this?

And why are Equestria's legends identical to the truth? Why didn't Twilight Sparkle know that Celestia was the other Royal Pony Sister? What is Celestia up to, that she would keep secrets like that?… that she could keep secrets like that?

These things, and others, are not really talked about in this story at all. Instead, what you get is a 400 word, one-sitting, Octavia and Blueblood ship. That's all that this really is. No more, and no less. Do not blame me for any false ideas you may get. Do credit me for any good ideas about other stories that I inspire. Also, if you do write about that, let me know so I can read it. I actually do think some of those ideas could be interesting, but I don't know. Well, anyway, that's enough of a description. On to the story itself! Go on, read it. You'll probably enjoy it. I think, anyway. Anyway, it's time to read. And you're not reading yet. Go on, get to reading it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-11 15:07:59 UTC

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful evening, and though it was a little chilly sitting outside with Prince Blueblood, Octavia did not mind a single jot. The table between them had, indeed, once had plates with food on them, as they had eaten together. But they had long since been taken away, and now they were alone.

"Octavia," said Blueblood, picking up the conversation again, "what do you think about the sky?" He was smiling. Any time he spent with this mare seemed to fill him up inside, deeper than he had thought he could be.

Octavia looked down from the stars, back at her prince's face. She smiled a little as she answered him, saying "Why, it's beautiful, of course. I love the clear evenings like this one, just being able to see the stars."

"I know how you feel," the prince said. "I cannot go a night without looking for the handiwork of the Princess in it." Ruefully, he shook his head. "Beauty should be admired wherever it is found, after all."

Octavia giggled as he said it. "Why yes, my prince. This isn't the first time you've said that." She smiled at him, and winked. That, of course, was part of what she liked about him. He was predictably enjoyable company.

He coloured a bit, and nodded. "Yes, I'm not always the quickest to think of new things to say. It is my flaw, in that respect." He bowed his head, in mock shame, and Octavia giggled even more.

"It's a good thing I have it," he continued, "else I'd have far more pride than I do already." He chuckled a little after that, and Octavia joined in.

Eventually, he stood up, and helped her to her hooves. The two ponies walked over to the railing on the balcony, and looked down below them. The city of Canterlot always bustled, though tonight the lights they could see in the city below were for a different reason. It was the prince's birthday, and the holiday continued through the streets.

That was why he had retreated up here, with Octavia. Although he could easily speak to a single pony, or even to groups, he had always disliked crowds. And he preferred the truer celebration with a single pony, than a false one with the crowd.

He leant over to Octavia, and Octavia reciprocated at once.

It really was a beautiful evening.