Prince of Nothing Important, Yet

I felt the last of my energy slowly drain away. These tutors had been droning on for hours! Taxes this, spending that. Everything was just so boring! Why couldn't my family find a dead end posting already?!

"Now, tell me again what the creation of the first Pegasi fleet contributed to classical pony cultures?" I dragged my head from my hooves and stared down the professor for the third time that day. I swear he'd asked me this twice already.

"The first Pegasi fleets allowed the spreading of Pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies throughout the Eastern Continent." The professor sighed and gave me another check mark. I think he missed the days I got things wrong. He knew I never studied, and I think he took that personally or something stupid like that.

"Aand?" Bucking old geezers, always going on about 'understand the material.'

"And it empowered Earth Ponies in Pegasi nations, by increasing their representation in the military."

"Aaand?" BUCK you too!

"And, it eventually increased the length, amount, and sustainability of trade for the middle class." I could hear the proff's teeth grind against each other, and to me it was like a choir colt chorus, glorious.

"What are possible reasons that Pegasi heavy cities have lower income inequality?" Buck, a tough one. He hadn't covered this exactly.

"Pegasi societies... have a slightly lower gender ratio inbalance?" The professor slowly took on a vengeful grin.

"Aaand?" BUCK! Come on, this geezer's hard on is history not genetics. Something historical... something historical...

"The stallion was expected to take up a spear if one of the soldiers in his herd became pregnant? Pegasi also have more of each gender in herds, unlike earth ponies and unicorns who general just have one male per herd?" I don't know where I heard that, but it must be right, because the proff sagged in defeat, his wand sagging.

"Excellent!" Huh? I watched in shock as the professor, err, the image of a professor dematerialized before me.

"I knew using your hostility against you would produce results!" I groaned in painful recognition of the voice, Aunt Twilight. "Sorry for tricking you, but Celestia didn't want you to drive away another history professor. Of course, I love teaching history too!"

"Twilight... can you give me a bit for my headache to go down?" Twilight dropped her cloaking spell, and trotted towards the door. Of course, she didn't leave. All she did was cloak again, open and close the door, and use magic to simulate the sound of her leaving.

"Y'know, that doesn't work the seventh time." I could hear a grunt of frustration, and the sound of real Twilight leaving."

Finally, peace and quite.

"Gotcha."

SON OF A WHORSE!