Author's Note

Once again, I apologize for the huge delay. And let me tell all of you.
Once again, I'm like her.

Main reason is that something happened in my life. At the end of the period known by the community as senior technician , there is a whole quarter dedicated to get into an enterprise to practice whatever you learned in the whole period. Therefore, when you get to this quarter, your labor life starts.
So, though it's not official yet, i'm already working in something like a job.
(Yeah, I know: )
But do not fret, dear friends! For I haven't quit on this!
For everything I hold dear, I promise to finish this!

Fun fact:

Anyway, I'm just delaying things.
Enjoy!

Homecoming?

As the day passed, the prince was taken for a tour through all Canterlot, and he was impressed beyond words. To start with, the city was one like none other he had ever seen in his life… in his past one, of course. The city itself was embedded in the side of a mountain. How did these creatures made it? Pony knows, but they one hell of a good job.

Continuing through it, the city seemed to be very prosper. So prosper that every single pony who saw in there was dressed with rather good and expensive looking clothes. The city itself expelled an air of self confidence.

Deciding to keep exploring later, princess Celestia decided to return to everypony’s home: the huge royal castle of Canterlot.

At first sight, it might have been confused with a fortress. But once in the insides, it was something else.
“... Wow...” The prince could only find that word to describe the infinite corridors of the castle adorned with the most beautiful pictures of what seemed to be the country, going from splendid sights of the desert (some place called Saddle Arabia) to the sunrise upon some mountains covered in snow (a place called the northern mountains, near of the “crystal empire”).

However, as he kept staring to the last picture, Celestia seemed to notice it. Upon a closer inspection of the picture, she smiled.
“The beautiful sights of the morning in the crystal empire… your cousin’s kingdom.” She said casually, not noting the prince’s surprise showed on his face.
“... I have a cousin?”
“Of course. Her name is Mi Amore Cadenza. She rules the crystal empire with her husband, sir Shining Armor.” Luna said with an air of proud for her niece.

The prince simply nodded, not having the slightest idea of what the hay they were talking about.

After about an hour later, the group finally stumbled upon the majestic throne room, adorned with banners of both, the sun and the moon, hanging from pillars around the room. On the far side of the room, after a pair of guards who had the same serious and neutral expression (seeming somewhat boring), stood proudly two thrones having the same colors as the two sisters.

Celestia and Luna climbed the few stairs leading to their thrones gracefully. Upon having reached the top, they turned around and took seat. The prince walked toward them, stopping at the edge of the stairs.
“So, Blueblood...” Luna said, looking at him with a smirk. “... What do you think of this castle?”

The prince simply shrugged as he couldn't find the right words to describe it.
“It’s big, beautiful, majestic… I don’t know… Whatever other adjectives can be used that resemble the past ones.”

Luna nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Meanwhile, Celestia merely looked at him with interest. In the past, there had been many times when he declared that the castle lacked of something interesting (to put it simply, more of “him”). And there he was, declaring that the castle was beautiful. It made her reminisce of those times when he started like that: a stallion gentle and caring, honest with no bounds.
“TIA!!!”

Celestia blinked in surprise as she looked at her sister, who had an annoyed look on her face. The prince merely smirked as he stood in the same place.
“... What did I miss?” Celestia asked, confused as to why her sister would shout. Luna glared at her, annoyed, while the prince chuckled quietly, trying to stay still. After a few moments, Luna huffed and sighed deeply before continuing.
“We were recommending our nephew that he should be returning to his house for the meantime. Don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes. That would be very recommendable, Caeruleo.” Celestia said as she smiled.
“Then, it’s true that I have a house apart?”
“Yes, Caeruleo. You insisted some time ago that you should have your own home.”

The prince nodded, not entirely sure about why that prick would want his own home. It looked like he could have had everything in the castle he was standing on. As far as he had seen everything in there, the whole castle had guards patrolling every now and then (even when there seemed to be almost little to no need for it). Not to mention the maids. Tons and tons of maids working to keep the castle dazzling.

Even when some maids gave him many kinds of looks, some going from simple glances to the ones who glared at him, almost like wanting to burn a hole through him (almost succeeding on it), and there were the ones going to the other side, giving him lustful looks, trying to look even more enticing of what they already were. It was then that Mark’s theory was proven to be true: this world seemed to have unnaturally beautiful females. (If one was to make sure of it, then a simple glance at the princesses could prove it)

The prince stopped his thoughts as he looked at them.
“Then, I shall take my leave at once. I’m curious as for this house of mine.” Both princesses nodded. “Well, then… with your permission, princesses.” He said with a bow.

Once it was over, he turned around to leave. That was until he stopped as a certain idea came to his head. Blushing slightly, he turned once more to them.
“Umm… princesses? May I ask something?”
“Ask away.” The prince sighed as an embarrassed grin formed into his face.
“... Where is my house?”

As many ponies walked through the streets of Canterlot, they took glances at the stores’ fronts. Many of them showing intricate and beautiful dresses, for the mares. As for the stallions, they showed clothes proper of a gentlecolt, like the ones they usually wore.

However, as they kept watching it, their eyes were drawn toward the royal carriage that made its way through the roads. Even as it passed by, they all turned to it to try to take a glance at one, if not to both of the princesses, being constantly disappointed as they saw the only and one, prince Blueblood. The notice of his “accident” had spread quickly, soon reaching the ears of almost every pony in Canterlot.

Mark could only stare in sadness and barely any comfort provided by the carriage as he saw the anger and disappointment on the ponies’ faces as they saw him. It was ponyville once more, the ponies from that place having set the same stares upon him.

However, there were some stares who gave him chills instead of sadness, for they were lustful. Lustful to no bounds. He started to get really nervous at the prospect of how many mares gave him the same look, being almost a fourth of all the mares he had seen so far, meaning that at least, several hundreds of mares wanted to… spend some time alone with him.
“Oh, gosh.” He said to himself as he started to massage his temples. “Hope I don’t have to deal with that kind of things soon. It’d be so embarrassing.”

As he kept these thoughts, on his head, the carriage started to slow down. Noticing this, he poked his head, only for his eyes to gaze upon an excuse of a castle. It was more like a very big mansion trying to pass for a castle.
“Wow… Somepony very rich must live in here.” He thought as kept his gaze on the mansion, not noticing as the carriage fully stopped in front of the house.

Once parked, the guards in the front of the carriage stepped in front of the door. Mark, upon seeing them waiting for him to get down, suddenly understood it. However, just for caution, he tried to play safe.
“Umm… Why did we stop?”

The guards simply stared at him with a flat expression, showing exactly what the prince wanted to avoid. He just groaned as he stepped off of the carriage.
“Welcome home, prince.” One of the guards said as they escorted him to the gates. Once in there, they prince opened the door and told them to leave. Seeing this, the guards turned around and sat on the carriage, leaving few moments later.

Watching them leave, Mark couldn’t help but wonder how the hell did a carriage just move by itself.

Meanwhile, the royal sisters sat once more in their secluded office, where they could do the monotonous and extremely boring duty of reading legal documents and signing them without the constant pressure of having nobles to attend to.

Luna, with her muzzle buried deep within an official paper, kept reading as fast as she could so she could have her job finished as soon as possible. However, not the same could be said for Celestia, who kept pacing around the room with a concerned face, seemingly thinking deeply in something.

Seeing this, Luna snapped from her job and turned to her.
“‘Tia? Is everything alright?” She asked. However, Celestia kept her pace in the room, obviously not listening to her. Luna could only groan lowly as she cleared her throat for her shout.
“TIAAAA!!!” The whole room crumbled at the force of her voice, having the effectively snapping Celestia from her thoughts, only not as she expected.
“... Hm? Oh, sorry, Lulu. Did you say something?”

Luna’s right eye started to twitch as she tried to hold on her anger. Being the younger had its disadvantages.
“I asked if everything was alright, dear sister?”
“Oh, yes… It’s just I have this feeling like I forgot something important. Something related to Caeruleo.” She said as she started to walk around once more.
“You told him about his status of prince…?” Luna started to say, trying to lead Celestia to guess what she forgot. Celestia merely nodded. ”... about his reputation?” Another nod. “... about his house?” Yet another nod. “... About his harem?”

Celestia was about to nod again when her eyes widened in realization. She never told him anything about his harem, which had more than a hundred mares as far as she knew.

Luna just watched her sister, waiting for something to happen. Seeing her sister not moving at all, she turned to take out a watch from her desk, only with curiosity about seeing how much time would her sister delay in doing something. However, as she took the watch on her hand, she turned her face to the front again, only to find that her sister was missing, as well as the window was opened.
“That’s a personal record, ‘Tia.” She mumbled to herself as she turned once more to her job.

Mark kept walking through the huge gardens of the mansion, admiring their beauty and how well kept it was.
“At least the prick knew how to keep a garden in shape.” He thought as he kept walking. Suddenly, the mansion’s doors finally got into sight, a sudden indescribable feeling began to manifest itself into him. Something like joy, but tending to ecstasy. But why, he couldn’t describe it.

Almost like running, he soon reached the doors. Putting one hand into the door knob, he started to twist it. The ecstasy within him started to grow more as the door clicked and he pushed it open. Gazing upon the main hall, it really looked fancy. Pillars made their way from the start of the hall to stop upon the end of it. However, that wasn’t exactly what caught his attention, but rather the sound of a piano being played.

Mark instantly got attracted to the sweet sound of the piano, following it like a fly toward a light. However, as he identified from where the sound was coming from, something in his head clicked. His mind was flooded with images of a young mare, almost a filly, with an scarlet fur and purple mane. Mark could see her perfectly for a moment, seeing her grey eyes with such a detail that he thought that the mare he was seeing was exactly in front of him.

Blinking again, he focused his eyes, finding himself again in the main hall, still walking toward the door. Once in front of it, he pushed the door open. Walking into the room, he instantly saw the piano, and the very same mare who he had seen mere moments before. Her purple mane fell from her head to the lower part of her back, covering everything about her. Therefore, Mark could only see a ton of hair and a pair of delicate hands of an scarlet color playing the piano tiles.

Almost entranced by her and her music, he didn't notice when the mare turned her head to look at him. His heart almost stopped as her grey eyes focused on him. However, those thoughts were put aside as the mare’s eyes began to fill with fear. As he was about to ask her about it, she instantly turned around and fell to her knees.
“I’m sorry! I know I promised, but please! Don’t punish me, master!” The mare started to shout in panic. Mark just stood stunned at the word the mare just called him. There was some kind of joy deep within him to be called like that, but on his very soul, he felt anger and sadness.

The mare started to whimper while waiting for her master’s punishment. With her eyes closed, she couldn't help but just hope that the hit wasn’t too painful. That was the main reason as she got surprised at the feeling of the soft and gentle touch of the warm hand of the prince. Daring to open an eye, she saw the prince giving her a warm smile as he touched gently her cheek.
“It’s alright. You were playing beautifully. I wouldn't mind to hear more of it.” The prince said, trying to assure her that there was nothing wrong. The mare’s eyes widened as the prince helped her on her hooves, still keeping that warm smile. She couldn't help but feel confused.
“Umm… master? Are you feeling alright?” She asked shyly, trying not to upset him. The prince simply looked at her funnily before answering.
“I’m feeling pretty good, if that’s what you mean.” He said as the mare simply stared at him with a confused look.

However, the prince made a slight mistake as his eyes suddenly wandered to the mare’s clothes, which were those of a maid, with the slight difference that they seemed to be somewhat smaller than what it should have been. The prince simply turned his eyes away, trying to focus on something else.

As for the mare, she kept wondering about why her master was behaving like that. Maybe the rumors about amnesia hitting the prince were true? If it was so, then what would he be like now? Maybe kinder? Nicer? How would he treat her and the other maids now that he was back?

Suddenly, the mare’s eyes widened as she realized something.
“... Master’s back...”

Mark turned to look at her funnily before she turned around and ran away, vanishing from the room in an instant.

At that moment, the bell on the door ringed. Having nothing else to do, he walked to the door. Opening it, he got surprised at seeing a somewhat nervous Celestia.
“Princess? What are you doing here?”

The princess simply took a few moments to compose herself before answering.
“I forgot to tell you something very important, Caeruleo:”
“Really? What is it?” The princess, deciding that it was better just to tell the truth, answered him bluntly.
“I forgot to tell you about your harem.”

The prince’s eyes widened at that statement, completely freezing in place. At first, he thought that it might have been a joke. However, upon seeing the straight face of Celestia and giving it some logic, he realized that it was true. However, his mind didn’t seem to react as fast as him.
“... I have an harem?”

Before Celestia could answer, a voice near of them shouted.
“MASTER’S BACK!!!” Moments later, a chorus of shrieks and yells filled the room.

Mark turned around, only for his eyes to see rows and rows of mares with the same maid dress than the last one. They were such a big number that he simply couldn’t count them.

As much as he wanted to stay focused on it, he simply found himself with a mix of emotions. In mere moments, it became too much for him.
“... Damn.” That was his last word as the prince suddenly fell to the floor, unconscious.