Author's Note

Prince Blueblood's POV

Bedside: 4

”It pleases me immensely to have a mare worthy of my presence with me to my bed. I have far too many mares around me with no care for my person, but only my position!” I added as I approached the bed.

“The curse of status. I have had my fill of it!” she responded, as if on cue.

“I don’t enjoy being mean or unapproachable. Yet; if the mare has no interest in me, then why do I bother being nice?” I continued.

“That is exactly how I feel too. I enjoy being nice; when in the company of a stallion, who can fully appreciate me; like you my dear Prince!” she responded.

“There was never all that many of us Royal Unicorns in the first place, now all new Royals are Alicorns!” I pondered quietly.

“Then I hope we can still live out our night in blissful joy together; just the two of us here together. Even if there are responsibilities we may have to attend to in the morning!” she teased.

“Sounds reasonable. Leave the responsibilities to tomorrow and have the night to ourselves; I can certainly live with that. Maybe I can even be a better Prince by tomorrow, with a loving and understanding Princess by my side!” I responded.

“Now, once we have the bed for ourselves the entire night. What is the best way to warm a mare at this late hour?” I inquired with a sly grin.

“Since you ask, I just so happen to have a few ideas!” she responded, picking up on the cue.

If only I had picked up on her actual intents; but this far she is quite enjoyable in bed, just as she had been by the tea table earlier in the day. From what I had seen, she certainly is a special Unicorn. Not like the commoners and common Unicorn mares I had seen splattered all over the place.

“Please, let me hear? Maybe I could help you feel at ease!” I coaxed her to go on.

“Aside from the obvious!” she then added, before kissing me.

Not the cold on the cheek, or the overheated direct. Just as it had never been the slobbering doglike manner some young commoners had starting to pick up on. Yet; there is both fire and passion in the kiss, I had never been prepared for.

“You truly are something else, my dear Princess. I guess that is considered obvious, when you put it like this. Not that it isn’t enjoyable!” I put forth, bluntly to the point.

Maybe my experience with true Princesses is a bit thin; but I feel as if she knew me much deeper and intimately, than I could have expected. It isn’t just that she knew Princes.

Of course, she feels so just right to me. Not as if she was an actress, as good at the play as she may have been. It isn’t a rehearsed play in any way. At least, it is how it feels like, to me.

To me, she is the Princess; all she does is natural, the way she talks, the way her lips feels. How she is in bed by my side; there is a Princess, true and through. I can’t argue against it, or her.

“I will have to leave you for my duties soon, but at least; now I have a Prince I can share with. I know your duties are just as harsh and unforgiving as my own, but I think there is one thing we could take with us from this moment!” she proposed.

“The duties of a Prince are no foals play, but you would know all about that. Let us have this moment together. Since we share so much; I feel as if I can share more with you, then I could with any other Princess!” I responded.

“I think I know what you mean, there. On that note; I need an air, a Pony who can take over when I grow too old to manage all the duties and responsibilities. I feel you are both willing and able to be the Pony to help me!” she proposed, giving a slight hint of a blush as she spoke the words.

“We are sharing my bed, what you propose would clearly be within the realm of this. I feel secure with you, and this just may be the best chance we will ever have in your pursuit!” I conceded.

“The curse of nobility, right there; we always have to think of our subjects, the citizens of our land before ourselves. As inconvenient as it may be, but it is the lot in life were were given; if only they appreciated it!” she pointed out.

“Let us cease this one opportunity, in hopes you can have your air!” I responded.

“Since it can be enjoyable for us in the process, this moment will be doubly blessed in our favour!” she prompted; now blushing even more, even if it is still barely visible on her cheeks.

I still remember the warmth, the kisses and the exciting joy of the day before. If I could only hope for another night, just like it; but this isn’t in the signs of a noble Prince.

I gave her a warm kiss as she opened her eyes, and she fondly returned it with interest.

“Good morning, my dear Prince!” she then added, with a hint of afterglow on her voice.

“Good morning, my dear Princess!” I responded.

“That was wondrous, my dear Prince. I just wish we could have another night, just like it!” she declared.

“Wondrous, that it was indeed. Maybe the stars will permit us a second chance? At least, there is a chance that you are carrying your heir home with you!” I submitted.

“Our union is truly a fortunate one, we have so much in common. In a year, we will know!” she conceded, with a warm sigh.

“That blissful moment took out more that I had expected out of me, I am famished. I think it is time we get dressed and make our appearance in the dining room!” I suggested.

“A truly blissful moment, granted. That breakfast certainly would be just right, at this time!” she acknowledged.

After slipping into the proper noble attire, we made haste to the dining room. Only slow and observing a measured gait in obedience to position. It can never be excused to gallop to the dining room; not for a high noble as a prince, or Princess. Haste is what you expect out of peasants, not nobles.