Prince Blueblood against the world
I only need one chapter, I think.
To whoever is reading this, I'm about to warn you now that either you have been permitted with special access to such private possessions, or you are me, who is basking in the golden years. Either way, I'd suggest for you, or me, to respect the fact that you are reading a noble's autobiography! Once I've found a proper magician who can lock any readers who dare to criticize my reading when they read this, I'll be feeling safer that those criminals have been locked away.
Anyways, to other matters, I've been summoned by my aunts to the throne room, where they sit on their royal bottoms for pretty much the entirety of the day. All they probably do is to just sit there and nod like the simpletons they are, but don't let them catch wind of what I've said, because they are quite ferocious when it comes to punishments!
I've had to clean my own room without my servants willingly doing it for me! What an atrocious act, to imitate a mere servant, who is no less than a peasant.
"Prince Blueblood, you are hereby sent by the Diarchs of this kingdom to visit ponyville." One of them mentioned to me. I wasn't really paying attention, as I had other matters to attend to, such as finding a new servant after the previous one spilled my cider on the pristine floor of my room.
"Yes, yes, alright. I shall go to this...whatever it is." I dismissed. I was staring at the ceiling, looking for any good servant markets at this time. Summer is where the demand for them is the greatest. I asked my aunts on how long my stay at the place was going to be and found out that I would be spending a week's stay there.
A week?! That's like, seven days away from my servants! What will they do without me? They'll just aimlessly wander around, doing whatever they can to make themselves of worth.
Despite my argument towards them, they remained persistent to the current deal. I don't know why I'm spending an entire week of my precious life visiting some mundane village, but if it's to attract new servants, then I may as well murder two parasprites with one stone. And with that, I left the throne room to look for a respectable carriage to ride in.
Sometimes, I wonder why certain peasants in this kingdom are quite hostile to me. It's not like I offend them at all, oh dear no, I'm merely complimenting them more than I should. Even when I speak about myself, I can see in their grubby faces that they're angry, and for what reason?! It might elude me forever if I don't figure it out.
After spending a respectable few hours looking for a decent suit that I haven't used in two weeks, I walk down the staircase of my own palace and outside of the entrance to the pristine, alabaster carriage that awaits me. It's going to be lonely for my home to not have such an amazing inhabitant for a while, since the only ponies that live in there are just me and my servants. Despite all that, all that I need in my life, it does seem a bit empty each time I enter the residence. Maybe I should find a female suitor, hm...yes...that should alleviate my worries, but that can be arranged later.
The guards welcome my presence after I enter the carriage, but I could hear them snicker and chuckling about something as I sat in the comfortable seats. I heard the mention of my name, though I'm sure that they were making a joke on how they would love to be in my position.
I bring my special case with me, keeping my essential medicine by my side as the rest of my servants handle my clothing and food supplies: I'm not going to eat whatever 'grub' those peasants have in their town. That reminds me, what was it called again? Oh, right. Ponyville, judging from what I wrote a few minutes ago.
Ponyville, what a generic name.
I decided to add this horizontal line for as a way to clear my mind and think upon more events that happened during that day, and it seems to be working.
Anyways, the ride towards the actual destination wasn't that long, though I did have to refrain from nodding off. I just get extremely frustrated when I see my own royal drool tarnish my perfect suit. Upon staring at the window I could see the town and it's attempts to be as vivid as Canterlot. I could even see a tree that seemed to be a...house? I mean, what kind of peasant could live there? The tree must be rotting on the inside from the lack of cleanliness, if I'm not mistaken about how lower class ponies live their lives.
I could hear the quiet thud of my carriage landing, notifying me that I've arrived at my destination at Ponyville.
Deep breaths Bluey, deep breaths. Let's just hope that the crowd is more excited than the previous kind.
With a deep kick to open the doors, I regally exit the carriage, tilting my head up high and with my posture uptight. I don my 'greetings!' smile as I prepare to hear the crowds applaud for my entrance. Sadly, I hear none, but that may be due me entering this place prematurely. After all, the carriage that I use is the fastest in Equestria, so it wouldn't a surprise if I came a bit too early.
And so, I decided to spend a little free time for my own self whilst I prepared for my exciting entrance. I excused myself from the guards, who didn't seem to mind as I gave them a short break. I look at my case and remember that I need to take my regular dose. It's always troubling, but it's always been able to keep me from becoming a sniveling, bratty self that I never thought I had.
I walk back behind to a plain home to open the case, right before checking if the pink hared mare with the yellow coat was staring at me suspiciously. Fortunately, she had her eyes on something else, but I can never be too sure. After all, assassinations on nobles can happen when they least expect it.
I open the case, which is tuned to open only to my own magic. To my sad delight I see the small container holding the capsules of little joy that keep me in my prime state. I smile sadly, knowing that I require such unorthodox methods to be happy, but that's something that I will keep to the grave, or to whoever reads this.
I take a few, using my own saliva as a means to swallow it easily. I sigh heavily, reassuring myself that things will be nothing but better from this point onward.
I'm willing to write more, but my horn is sore from writing, so I'll leave it here. I don't know whether to make another chapter, or to just carry on from here.
Oh well, it's up to the future Prince Blueblood to figure that problem out.
