Night Among Royalty

“Never knew you could make fries out of apples” I mutter.

“Good evening Frostbite!” a familiar voice calls.

“Rarity” I answer throwing the apple fry carton in the grass and turn to see Rarity standing side by side with one of the most IRRITATING stallions I’ve had the misfortune of meeting… the princess’ nephew prince Blueblood.

“Seems to me that my aunt will invite ANYTHING to the Gala these days, is your friend blind Ms. Rarity?” Blueblood groans.

I almost expect Rarity to defend me but she seems intent on fighting the fact that her sweet prince is just another spoiled bastard of the higher class.

“The groundskeeper looks like he needs the extra work” I retort hoping Blueblood doesn’t remember when we first met.

“I often wonder why auntie doesn’t just let him go” Blueblood sighs, even though he looks at me he still tries to keep his distance.

“For some it’s heartbreaking to let an old servant go due to the fact that they’ve been serving the family for so long plus an old servant doesn’t care about getting paid and if you hire some of the younger ones they’ll do a better job BUT they’ll expect to get a higher pay as the years go by.” The best way to frighten a royal is to threaten their money.

“Truly?” he gasps, I bet if I went any further he’ll shit himself.

“Indeed, thankfully some of the guests know of some loopholes in your aunts’ law against ‘disciplinary’ actions towards their servants.”

His eyes stop trembling as a malicious smile spreads across his face.

“Who?” he asks

I look down the walkway and point at a silver unicorn in a black dress and gold tiara adorned with rubies.

“That Baroness is known rumored to have painted her nursery with the blood of her servants collected from a whip made entirely out of metal.”

That’s right Frostbite use the Intel everyone thought was useless. First rule the Guild taught you: All information can be used as a weapon against a desired subject if on assignment and a potential witness recognizes you, either kill the witness or use undesired Intel of target to cast suspicion away from yourself or your team.

A shuddering breath escapes Blueblood’s throat while his eyes glaze over giving me the perfect opportunity to make a beeline to the dance hall. Even though Bluebell is a degenerate parasite, he is an honorable business stallion but the fact that he thought he was important enough to break handler code, show his face and shoot his mouth off at seven the most volatile minds to gather in the same room, I just happened to pull the short straw and since I knew that killing a royal official would bring unwanted attention I ALMOST succeeded in castrating him.