In Which Men Are Made Into Rulers
Of course it had to happen. I mean, why not? I was always a good leader. I just never thought it would turn out this way. Just a few days ago, I was telling the Princess of the Sun herself how much I knew about politics, management philosophy, the works.
She had this unreadable look on her face (muzzle?) and just nodded for me to keep going. Then, after a flash and what I presume was a message, The Princess of the Moon comes in, with a big smile, and as soon as it appears, it's gone.
She has a look almost the same as Princess Celestia, but a bit... Darker, I guess. Comes with being embodiment of the night, I suppose.
So, after all this occurs, I feel accomplished, considering she gave me a very warming smile and told me that I knew even more than her, and that I would make a great ruler. If only I had known at the time that it was much more forboding than I gave it credit for.
Now, here in the castle, the seat of power in Equestria, I sit. My name, Luis. King Luis, to be more specific. Here, I am speaking with my "royal advisor" as the title states. I wouldn't call him that.
He's more like my best bro that helps me run this kingdom of exceedingly skittish and seemingly naive ponies. His name, Intellectual Administrator. I just call him Intel, though. Intel has helped me so much to get this kingdom back up and running after the panic ensuing my rise to power.
While I'm talking in my mind about him (I've been doing a lot of that lately) I should say that he's just one of the best bros you could ever ask for. It's like Sultan Suleiman's best friend that I can't remember the name of, before, ya know, he killed him. Is it normal for Sultans to kill their friends? Am I supposed to do that? If so, I won't. That's, to put it bluntly, fucking stupid.
Anyway, I'm getting off track. Just a few days ago we were talking about our new immigration policy. This is because the old one was extremely outdated in my opinion. Who just lets someone in without any documentation whatsoever? In any case, this is how it went down.
"And that's why our immigration policy is retarded." I finish, getting a small clap of hooves from Intel.
"That's great and all, but what are you going to change? Not to mention how the public is going to react to this flurry of changes. I mean, I'm on board with you all the way, Your Highness, but we need to take it slowly.
Incorporating too many changes at once is going to be bound to spark unrest." Intel said, to which I gave about thirty seconds of thought, before adding,
"And we shall not enact these changes until the month of August, when border activity is at its lowest." "Okay, better." "Thank you Intel. Is there anything else?"
"No, that about finishes today's session of reform ideas. Lunch?" Why did I not think of that?
"Sure, we still have about fourty minutes before Court, right?"
"Of course we do, Your Highness. I wouldn't ask were there not the time." "Right."
We walk down to a small bistro, only about a 2 minute walk from the castle. It was my go to place during my short time in Equestria. They had some of the best food you could get in the country, were you to ask me. Intel said this was pretty normal for ponies, but, you know, differences. Mind you, this is still mostly the Medivel Era, so it's a bit of a problem getting things fast, but I think it's worth the wait.
"Wait, so you're telling me, that there is no police force whatsoever, aside from the guard?"
"Um... Yes, Your Highness. The Guard has done very well for over a century without fail." Intel replied, obviously uncomfortable with me questioning the idea that ponies didn't think a police force would do us any good.
I lived in a world where police are so commonplace we had people nicknamed "Corner Cops", and he wanted to tell me that I don't know about police forces?
Wait. I'm overthinking this. He didn't question me, I'm just getting all uppity over nothing. Wouldn't want to start a getting into an internal tangent by failure of recognizing a problem that isn't there, I suppose. Makes you th- "Your Highness?" Intel derailed my train of thought with these words.
"Oh. Yes?"
"You seemed to be a bit, out of it, the phrase is."
"Yes, sorry, I tend to be a bit absent minded whenever I start deeply thinking about certain things."
"Well, please try to refrain from doing it with me around. Makes me a bit nervous, is all." Intel replies.
This is a side of him I haven't seen yet. He seems to try to always keep composure, but is also constantly paranoid, in a sense, about possible outcomes. This, combined with the fact that he's my buddy, all things considered. I mean, I should be a bit more courteous as to when I zone out like that. And here I go again, about to go into another internal rant...
How the fuck am I supposed to run a nation? That is the question that now presses me. As to answering that... Well, I don't quite know.
"Well, Intel, I can safely say that my Absent Mindedness shouldn't get us into any trouble, just need to get it under control. Anyway, I think it's about time to get back to the castle, don't you think? Plenty of work to do." Before this conversation we had a few items to eat. I made sure to leave a generous tip on our way out.
The old couple that owned the place were very nice, despite the fact I was a foreign being to them.
When I asked as to why they weren't worried, the Stallion, never got his name, replies "We're much too old to worry about such a trivial thing. Besides, I believe the new ruler of Equestria should feel welcomed by his subjects, not rejected by them." I like how he thinks. Still, enough of that, there's still work to do.
Author's Note
This is the first chapter of my first story! Constructive criticism appreciated. Also, Intel is a name I thought up, because I didn't know what to name this pone, and I was just playing TF2, so, I was like, "I'm gonna name him Intel!" But that didn't seem quite right, more like a nickname, so I named him Intellectual Administrator. Backstory for the win, am I right? (Must be smart parents, he got to have the longest nametag in class.)
