The Noble in the Shadows

by Elusith

Rating: teen
Tags: Fancypants, Random, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Drama, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Colgate, Dark, Alternate Universe, Comedy
Length: 7491

Celestia? Luna? Tch. They may sit on the throne, but they're not the true power behind it. One does not need wear a crown to rule a country. All you really need is a cup of hot chocolate, a sofa, a chessboard and a devious mind. Go on, give it a try.

Who is the power behind the throne of Canterlot?

Celestia?
Luna?
Shining Armor?
Princess Cadence?
The Elements of Harmony?
Discord?
Prince Blueblood?
Fancypants?

Let's see. If your answer was one of the above, you are dead set wrong. If your answer had been among the following: one of the ponies, one of the nobles or anything along that general direction... Congratulations! Someone should give you a cookie!

Not me though, I'm afraid, I have a country to rule.

If one just knows what to do, one could easily twiddle anything easily through their hooves/claws/fingers. Me? That was just exactly what I do... Correction: did.

Ruling the world is so overrated nowadays. But maybe one day I shall get to it. After I get tired of living as a King. Not that I would need a crown to do it, unlike how a certain Alicorn believed.

How did I do it? No time to tell you I'm afraid. Here's something to get you started.

The 48 Laws of Power

It helps.

This story is inspired by Chronicles of an Evil Overlord by Melancholy.

Published 2016-10-07 16:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-04 10:43:24 UTC

The 1st Law

Fourteen Days after Luna's Return.

"So you say, Count. However, I fail to see how such a move would actually benefit the protection of Equestria."

Indeed. My face burned with embarrassment and I let out a small sputter of indignation. Of course this had always been part of my plan. I have to play the part of the stupid Noble once in a while, and that meant that I must occasionally embarrass myself even if I dislike doing so. Nevertheless, it is a small price to pay in exchange to become the power behind the throne. Even more so if Sunbutt and Moonplot with their golden asses upon their prissy thrones do not suspect anything.

"Understood, Princess, if I may..."

Time to shine.

"I would propose that instead of my earlier suggestion, that we simply prioritize bolstering the defenses of our eastern cities, Baltimare, Fillydelphia and Manhatten."

The Princess narrowed her eyes at me. I could feel the air tremble, both with the fear from the nobles and the pressure the Princess exudes. Naturally, I am immune to it all. Some may call me foolhardy, others may say that I am too smart for my own good and I do not know his place. Well, the problem is, I am smart, and I know my place.

It just so happen that even if Celestia dropped a sun upon me, I would definitely survive. Not that I would ever want that to happen, of course.

Only a fool would lead from the front. However, a smart person would need such a fool to lead from a front.

"Would this not antagonize the Griffons?" Princess Celestia asked me, sitting oh so calmly upon her throne. One thousand years may have sharpened her knowledge, but one thousand years was enough time to make one go soft. The Princess had lost her edge in the arts of warfare already, as proven in her inability to procure a better plan than the one I had devised against Nightmare Moon. Now she is as round as the cakes she consumed on a daily basis.

I am pretty sure that the Her from the Unification War would not worry about antagonizing Griffon. Of course, she still lacked the depth to tell what my intentions were for that particular move. If she could even find out about one of my intended purposes, aside from reinforcing the Eastern Front, I would happily bend down and suck my genitals if she told me to.

"Certainly, it may, Princess." I replied, putting on my best 'serious' face. "However, the Griffons do not know about the current state of the newly returned Princess Luna. In fact, even we," I made a show of gesturing the entire court, "do not know about the current state of events concerning your sister. For all we know, she might have recovered from her ordeal already."

I made sure to phrase my words carefully. I know for one that there were at least two nobles and one minister here in the paychecks of the Griffon Kingdom. Furthermore, it would not do for Sunbutt to even know that I possess knowledge of her sister's schedule for the next three months down to even the details like when and where she was going to have lunch.

"I do not really see how my sister's return would actually stop the Griffons from stocking up their armies on their side of the sea, Count."

Oh COME ON! I slapped myself internally as my mind raged at the ineptitude of the cake stuffed royalty. There is a limit to my patience, you know. How can the regent of the nation, a supposed one thousand year old Alicorn who brought peace to the country not even figure what impact her sister had on worldwide politics?

I mean, you are already considered a city-destroying power by yourself. Your sister is supposedly on a similar level as you are. The Griffons armed their western shores in order to see if Equestria had been weakened by the infighting recently seen. What else would a similar show of force tell them?

By the way, note to self: tell my personal Secret Service to spread false rumors about Luna's state among the neighbouring countries. A little confusion always helps.

"Your highness," I began. This is the tricky part, the main event. I cannot screw this up! "By letting the Griffons know that your sister is well and recovered. They would be faced with the fact that they now face not one, but TWO Alicorns. Furthermore, by fortifying Baltimare, Fillydelphia and Manehatten, we would be sending them a message that we do not tolerate any funny business on their end and we would respond with force if they so much as try to provoke us with military might."

A glint in her eye. I always know what that means, it means that she was feeling sly and cunning already. After all, in my above statement, I had proclaimed that Princess Luna was already recovered and fully charged with her magical Alicorn whatnot. However, both me and Celestia knows that the contrary is true. What Celestia does NOT know is that I possess knowledge about the fact that Princess Luna is currently on the road to recovery after getting blasted to Tartarus by the Elements of Harmony.

She would definitely jump onto the bait I presented and begin to broadcast Luna's 'false' recovery as much as she can. Also, her belief that I possess false knowledge would allow her to think that I am a pawn that could still be manipulated. That would keep me safe. So long as she feels secure in her power, believing that she have an edge over me, my position would be safe.

Nothing feels safer than having an advantage that others do not, right?

"Agreed, dear Count." Princess Celestia purred. My, she may be a thousand years old but WHAT a voice. "I am glad that Luna had already recovered too. Furthermore, I believe that your proposal is sound and logical. Are there any dissidents to his suggestion?"

Called it. Told you she would jump on that bait. Now that she had as good as 'revealed' that Luna had recovered, the traitors among our midst would start reporting to the Griffons that Equestria stands stronger and prouder. This would ensue in another period of peace for Equestria.

To quote a gigantic shapeshifting tentacle thing: JUST AS PLANNED!

Celestia nodded as the nobles and ministers in the Court voiced their approval to my plan. "Thank you, dear Count." She smiled at me. "We will draft a bill and pass your proposal at the earliest possible junction."

I returned her smile with one of my own. It was obvious that she means to pass it tomorrow, after all, court time is almost at an end, and she would be very eager to get her teeth sunk into her evening snack.

Not that I am any different.

Returning to my seat, I celebrated silently at my success. It had been quite a chore, really, this time around. Thanks to my research team, I managed to gather information about Nightmare Moon's return. What I almost missed was the fact that she is a sister to Princess Celestia as well. It had been a nightmare, no pun intended, trying to convince Princess Celestia not to face Nightmare Moon one on one, but to send her student to retrieve the Elements, direct Nightmare Moon towards it, and exorcise the ever living crap out of it.

Worst case scenario? Nightmare Moon dead or back to the moon. Best case scenario? Two Alicorns on team Equestria.

At least there was no injured Celestia in any part of MY plan. Thank the fates that Celestia conceded to my hints of sisterly love.

Now, it is time to reap my multiple rewards. Celestia had already personally approved of my suggestion, that would contribute quite a bit to my reputation in Canterlot. The sweetest part of the deal was that Celestia still believed herself superior to me as a politician and schemer, as such, she would overlook me much more often.

That would work to my favor.

Now for material benefits. An associate of mine owned a Railway Company. If I introduced his services to the Crown, I am sure that he would give me quite a sum as gratitude for finding such a sweet business deal for him. Unbiddingly, a grin crawled up my features as I thought about all the magical and technological research that amount of Bits could fund.

Yes, running a country from the shadows always has its benefits.

Laws of Power Number One: Never Outshine the Master

Author's Note

Inspired by Chronicles of an Evil Overlord.

Well, this is my own take of the 48 laws of power. Hope you enjoyed it

The 2nd Law

Twenty-seven days after Luna's return.

The Canterlot Pax Gardens is an integral part of the Canterlot culture. In the streets of Canterlot, status and reputation means everything to anyone here. As such, there were plenty of ways to display wealth, status and most importantly, power in the society. One of the best ways is to host a garden party at the Canterlot Pax Gardens, not that any would admit it.

One such event was being held at said location right now.

Dozens of tables are full of Lavish treats are displayed in beautiful and orderly fashion upon silver trays to enhance their appeal to the naked eye. In the background, a string quartet displayed their talent by 'stringing' up quite a classic piece from the Post unification war period while the 'Higher' class that constitutes of Nobles, Officials and any notable business owner hung around, exchanging small talk and gossip.

All except for one unicorn near the beverage table. Try as he might , Duke Heavy Lifter could not fully disguise his contempt and disgust at the 'star' of the party.

"Useless upstart." The Duke muttered to himself, "who does he think he is? Just because he managed to provide an important insight regarding the defenses of Equestria and now he's the next big thing? Hmph!" Downing a glass of the finest vintage provided by the generous host, Fancy Pants, the Duke noted bitterly that the drink had done nothing to assuage his anger.

His anger was directed at the young Count who had ascended to his position only nine months ago. The exact same Count who had suggested proposals that were passed personally by the Princess herself four times. Not that that was not significant, Heavy Lifter had only managed such a feat twice, but the fact that his fellow nobles had to celebrate a job well done for that youngster four times aggravate Heavy Lifter quite a bit. Furthermore, that the young upstart actually has the gall to merely look over the Duke as though he was but a common noble infuriates him to no end. Duke Heavy Lifter seethed with rage, conveniently forgetting the times when he had condescended upon other nobles of equal ranking to him and also the times when parties had been thrown in favor of the more trivial deeds he had done. Nopony needed to know those... His anger is completely justified!

"I say," Heavy Lifter caught wind of Fancy Pants raising his voice over the crowd chattering by the noble, "you had done a marvellous job, my friend. Equestria will no doubt be safer now that your proposal has passed."

"Indeed," a nearby businesspony chirped, Jet Set? Or was Jet Stream? Jack Set? "I hear you also introduced Iron Road's train service to help deliver resources and troops to the Eastern shore. How did you get such contacts?"

The Count in question merely smiled, "I met him at a social gathering a few months ago. I merely thought that he would be overjoyed to have a chance to serve the crown."

And help raise your reputation even further. Heavy Lifter added silently. Not that anypony here wouldn't know that. It is an unspoken rule that any Canterlot pony who wish to increase their social standing would grasp every opportunity to do so.

"M'dear," spoke up another unicorn that the Duke found familiar yet could not quite place. "What other sights on the horizon do you have your eye on? Any particular ideas... to help the Moderates?"

Duke Heavy Lifter almost missed the last two words, however, what he heard made him perk up even more and pay full attention to the gathering over there. Though the Nobles are united within the Court of Equestrian Authority, in truth, they are all involved in a subtle political power struggle mostly unknown to majority of the populace.

As the saying goes, birds of the same feather flock together. So nobles of the same interests gather together to help each other.

Of all the factions, there are five groups that act as the major power brokers. The Moderates are one such group, a group of despicable ponies, in the Duke's opinion, that only take action whenever a monumental event occurs. At other times, instead of making contributions,they rather stay to a side and observe the flow of events.

Despicable. If only they could be more proactive like his faction was. Yes, was. The Zealots, well known for openly supporting any movement within Equestria to make their country great again, had recently fallen out of power due to a few setbacks. If they have the political and monetary power they used to have, the bolstering of military forces in the Eastern Front could easily be credited to themselves instead of those useless, selfish Moderates.

Nevertheless, information is information. Furthermore one might never know when said information may be useful to any of his other associates to be turned into an advantage.

"I have heard that while the Eastern Front may have been delivered fresh troops and weapons," The Count replied, a thoughtful look in his eyes, "the defenses there are in need of some upgrades and repair. Furthermore, while our Princess believes that bolstering the three cities with troops is enough to deter the Griffon threat, I doubt she would want to spend any more from the National Treasury to polish up the garrisons."

"Why would you disagree, my friend?" Fancy Pants prompted.

"Primarily, it is because if the Griffons do attack. It would help greatly if our defenses are at top notch condition, Fancy Pants." A chorus of agreements followed this statement. "However, even if they withheld their forces. A well-maintained garrison is always better one that boast poor defenses, for morale and security sake."

Duke Heavy Lifter frowned, as much as he hated to admit it, those are actually quite valid points.

"Not to mention the approval from the military. Now that is quite enticing." Another noble added.

Yes, that is quite enticing indeed. Duke Heavy Lifter took a deep draught of wine from his glass, thinking quietly to himself. In fact, the more he think about it the more he actually liked the idea of having supporters within the military. It would show that the Zealots are finally climbing their way back into prominence.

And if he played his cards right, getting his faction back into the spotlight would not be the only reward. He may end up becoming the most important pony of his group. Yes, not to mention he will also show up that annoying Count as an added bonus.

"Don't worry about it! Just leave it to me!"

Such was the magnitude of the outburst that even the Duke almost choked upon his beverage. Another noble, this time, one that Heavy Lifter recognized as Baron Bush Beater, another recently ascended noble though he is not as prominent as the Count, both in title and in deeds. Most likely, he is looking for a moment to shine.

"Are you sure?" Fancy Pants asked, "we don't even know the sum of the money required."

"Well, um..."

"According to my calculations..." a mare said.

"Yes, madame Calculus?"

"We would approximately require three hundred thousand bits to repair each of the military bases in each city."

NINE HUNDRED THOUSAND BITS?! Duke Heavy Lifter could not believe his ears. A sum of such magnitude... is surprisingly affordable, and well worth it if it could get the required prestige and influence in the military.

"Ummm..." Bush Beater, the poor soul, quite in the conundrum isn't he? It's a common fact that Barons are not as well off as the other nobles go.

"I suppose we can each donate a portion to make up for the resultant sum needed?"

"Excellent idea, my friend!" Fancy Pants beamed as the Count spoke. "I suppose that that would solve most of our problems?"

A chorus of assent answered his words. However, Duke Heavy Lifter noted quite a few doubtful looks spread throughout the party. Nopony would dare dispute Fancy Pants, who was and still is welcomed in all Canterlot noble circles. But if they could not voice their disagreements... there are other more subtle ways to do so.

Heavy Lifter went back to his drink, planning his next move. As if he needed to plan anyway. Nodding to himself, the Duke downed another draught of the alcohol which now tasted so much sweeter, unaware of a pair of eyes watching him intently, subtly, but intently.

Thirty-four days after Luna's return.

"I'm so sorry about this my friend. It appears that I have let you down this time."

I feel almost bad, seeing Fancy Pants in such distress. Almost. He had came to find me to apologize, even breaking off from his predetermined schedule, after he had heard of news that I had received far earlier than he did.

It would not be an understatement to say that he is the one of the few ponies around that does not drive me insane with ineptitude

"I had not known about Heavy Lifter's intention to fund the reparations of the garrisons near the Eastern Front." Fancy Pants continued bitterly, "if I had, I would have pushed harder for the others to hurry up with their management of accounts. Their delay had cost us the chance to strengthen bonds between the Equestrian Military and the Noble Courts." Fancy Pants shook his head, sighing, "and what was that Duke thinking? If he had wanted to fund the reparations, he should have done so with the rest of the Zealots! Sponsoring the military himself would only improve his relations with them, not his party's relation with them."

I nodded my head. It was a calculated loss, one that I had predicted, but a loss nonetheless. If Duke Heavy Lifter had supported the fund with the rest of the Zealots, the Equestrian Military would have strengthened ties with one of the major power brokers in the Noble Court, and by extension, it would make relations between the two key facilities of Equestria much more easier to build upon.

Well, you win some, you lose some. I'm not a miracle worker, so I have to make do with winning more than what I would lose out upon.

"I agree," I replied, patting Fancy Pants on the shoulder, "however, this is just a chance missed. I'm sure there would be plenty more in the future for us to foster ties with the military."

Fancy Pants, perked up at that. Fates, I am just too good at knowing when to say what, aren't I?

"I agree, my friend." He smiled, picking his glasses off with his magic and rubbing it with a cloth he procured from his pocket. "I am merely too caught up by a missed opportunity."

"Come to think of it." Acting time! I frowned thoughtfully, "now that Duke Heavy Lifter had paid for the reparations, I suppose we could use the funds we had intended for that to other functions that also demanded attention?"

"Excellent idea. I think I would put some apart for Fleur's next fashion runway, I hear that they still need quite a sum of bits."

"I concur, I think I should also do that. Can't let our childhood friend not have enough funds for her career, can we?" The two of us chuckled.

Time to put out another bait.

"I want to put out a hefty sum of bits for the local orphanages too. I hear that they also face a cash shortage for their education services."

"My, you really have an eye out for the well being of our nation, don't you? I think I will match you bit for bit in that movement."

"To answer your question. Children are the future of the nation. And thank you for your generosity."

"You too."

Yes, thank you. My friend.

It did not take long for me to reach my mansion. Unlike other more pompous nobles, I do not have squads footponies standing guard or a crowd of butlers and maids waiting to serve my every need the moment I step into my house. They are a waste of funds and resources. Rather, my current household consists of a singular maid and a butler who was in a relationship with the cook. All are paid handsomely, more out of a fact that I really appreciate their help. Also for the fact that latter two are probably among the best fighters in Equestria and that all three are completely loyal to my cause.

Just don't mind the occasional flitting shadows. Those are just my personal assassins and bodyguards keeping watch. Security details, not much to worry about.

The four-meter-tall double oak door swung open just as I reached it, to reveal two ponies. One was the maid that I spoke of above, a dark grey batpony with a red mane while the other was a much, much more notable presence.

"Doctor Minuette. Skylight Rose."

Minuette, graduate from Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, known magical specialist of the School of Time, cover job: Dentist.

Undercover job: the second in command of my intelligence division. The first is my Butler, don't question it. Or him, for that matter. To be honest, I was quite disappointed that she had lost contact with Princess Celestia's student. However, her loyalty and proficiency as an informant is more than enough to make up for it. Bluntly put, she is one of the most important subordinates I could have hoped for.

"Count." The two inclined their head, and I did the same. Mutual respect. They may serve me, but they will be my equals. Always.

"I shall heat up the bath," Skylight smiled, "and then I shall tell the cook to prepare the evening meal in the dining room before I prepare the bedroom for... the doctor and our uses..."

I sighed in exasperation while Minuette let out a groan. "You should really teach her to not hint at our current relationship." She deadpanned as Skylight skipped away, "if she let slip about anything outside and I get caught, the chances of our work being traced to you will be a lot higher then compared to now."

"I know." I walked over to a nearby table that had a bottle of the finest processed apple juice in my collection, I don't really enjoy alcohol, though I don't mind taking them when the situation demands of it. "however, I have utmost confidence in your skills, Doctor Minuette..."

"Just Minuette is fine."

"We need to hold up an image, no?" I smiled as I redirected her jab at her, causing her to blush slightly. Score! "Besides, she's incorrigible."

"That she is," Minuette laughed. The bubbly mare coming that was more commonly seen in more... casual occasions rising to the surface before it is quenched by the iron will of an informant. "But, business first."

"Yes, business."

Did I mention that she is one of my three most trusted secretaries in the betterment of Equestria?

I cleared my throat. "Thanks to Duke Heavy Lifter, the Eastern Front had been fortified to such a degree that it would disastrous for Western Griffonia to even try to mount an attack. Even if all three Griffonia kingdoms launched an offensive together, the casualty rate would be at a scale of one Equestrian to fifty Griffonians. His action would free up the burden on my accounts so that the Bits could be spent on other matters."

"I still don't understand why you don't want to get your other noble friends to help you fund the reparations. Wouldn't that not only reinforce the Eastern Front, but also alleviate the burden on our financial situation and build relations with the military at the same time?"

I turned and regarded the good doctor. I looked straight into her sparkling beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that want to do good for Equestria, eyes that are full of determination and intelligence that almost, ALMOST rival my own. However, those eyes tell me that she does NOT understand the situation, or the attitudes of the noble.

"It would," I agreed, "if the nobles even intended to fund the reparations at all."

"Pardon?"

"If all the nobles are actually uncorruptible ponies that are concerned for the welfare of the state, we would not be here."

"I see... So where should the funds go?"

Ah, curiosity sated, back to business and work? How like her. That's what make her so attractive though. We may not be particularly close, but after knowing her for so long, I am surprised that she does not have a serious relationship yet.

"Split twenty thousand bits and direct that to Runway Fashionistas, funding Fleur's company would help maintain my reputation among the Canterlot Nobles and upper crust. For the remaining three hundred thousand bits, have two hundred thousand be split among each local orphanage based on the number of orphans they hold. Last I checked, there is probably a little over a hundred orphans in Canterlot. That would give them well over fifteen hundred bits to fund their education." I took a deep breath. All this talking and thinking is beginning to sap my energy. "Donate the remaining hundred thousand in R and D. I want Professor Sane's product to be at least side effects free."

"Helping orphans?" Minuette teased, "now you remind me why I stick with you."

"Thank you, and that would be all." I grinned, taking another drink of the juice. My, the quality is great. They must have used the apples from the famed Sweet Apples Acres for this. Mental note: ask Skylight for the brand of this juice. "Now go take a bath, you look tired out. Skylight must have already finished heating the water."

"Thank you."

I watched her march off before letting a grimace run across my face. I had not been entirely truthful with her. While most of the nobles acts out of their own interests. There was a reason why I did not want to involve them in anything.

They are my friends.

Friends are harder to deal with then foes. At least you would have no qualms manipulating your enemies. When your friends give in to jealousy or any other emotion, your ties may hold you back from correcting their mistakes.

I raised the glass of juice high. "I toast you, Duke Heavy Lifter. Thank you for existing. I could not have done this without you."

Not my fault I had a flair for the dramatic. Besides, I am sure the kind Duke would surely be in favor of what I had in mind for him.

Laws of Power Number Two: Never put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn how to use Enemies

Author's Note

This is a tough one. Though I would have to say that I actually do not plan to do 3000+ words for this story often.

The 3rd Law

Forty-nine days since Luna's return.

“WHAT?!”

Duke Heavy Lifter could not believe his ears. Before him, his messenger trembled in quiet fear as the Duke hyperventilated at the news brought before him.

It was a group of polite declination to a social gathering hosted by him. A social gathering meant to cement his standing among the others of his faction. A social gathering that was meant to display his prowess and for him to proclaim the rise of the Zealots once again.

So why, why have all the invitations to his party members been refused? Why have they all declined to come and congratulate him for building ties with the Military? He had invested a major portion of his fortune in this! Couldn’t they see that he is sincere?

“Milord, there’s more.”

“What?” Duke Heavy Lifter snapped. He hoped for the messenger’s sake that this is good news. He could not bear it if it…

“An invitation to a party at the Weathervane Hotel. It is to my knowledge that the others.” The messenger indicated the pile of refusals, “will be attending.”

Duke Heavy Lifter took the invite presented by the messenger in his aura, skimming over it briefly before his eyes contort in pure rage.

“THEY ARE GOING TO HIS PARTY?!”

Fifty-Five days since Luna's return.

I overlook the gathering from my vantage point at the beverage corner. All had been going well, and as I foresaw. No Canterlot noble would not want to miss a party hosted by the one who had just gained the favor of Princess Celestia mere weeks ago.

Taking a sip of the Griffonian White Wine that I had kept stocked in my cellars for who knows how long, I let the burning taste permeate my throat. The bitter burning taste.

I could never get used to consuming alcohol.

I had been nearing the end of this current plan I concocted. It had been quite the bumpy ride, however I had been remiss to not milk every advantage I could get from the chance given to me by Princess Luna’s return.

When ruling a country from the shadows, every bit of resource counts. Especially those that could not be traced back to you.

Now, I contented myself with the sight of Duke Heavy Lifter, my newest victim, being admonished by his fellows for that seemingly selfish maneuver to gain the favor of the military.

He had been far too rash. Failing to consult with his fellows had shown that he does not respect their opinions. Providing the resources himself shows that he does not trust the others fully, or that he wanted all the gains for himself. Furthermore, acting out of the blue had caused the remaining nobles to view him as unpredictable.

Nobles like stuff that they could predict. I can personally attest to that.

Time to strike while the iron is hot.

I took my leave of the refreshments corner and approached Heavy Lifter’s group. At the sight of me, they quickly cut their chatter and changed the topic. If I had not been well versed in such arts, I would have thought that the nobles had just been chatting idly.

There are many who fancy themselves chessmasters. Let’s just say that the net total of ‘chessmasters’ in Canterlot I know of currently amounts to one.

“Ah, and here is the star of the day!” A pony exclaimed, can that cheer and smile be anymore forced? “My dear Count, so kind of you to join us!”

Let’s face the truth, you probably distaste my presence as much as I you. However, your faction had its uses so you will be quite low on the extermination list.

Yes, I have one. Life is a bed of roses, white roses that are thorny and coated thoroughly with blood. It’s not a pretty sight all the time.

“Thank you, Viceroy Ardent Cause. Something just came to mind and I find it of utmost importance to do.”

“And pray tell what it may be, Count?” Another pony asked. I was literally head over heels inside, laughing at how hard they are trying to not spit in my general direction.

Smoking hot iron, time to strike before it turns to slag.

“Duke Heavy Lifter! I must say that you have done Equestria a great service!”

The duke cringed as multiple hot glares had just been shot our way. I had to pretend to be oblivious to it, however, my sadistic self is already grinning from ear to ear, hidden in my mind.

“I must say that I was quite surprised-“ Not. “-when you had so generously donated almost one million bits to the Eastern Front.” I bobbed my head up and down for emphasis, “Equestria will feel much more safer thanks to you.”

“I see,” the duke barely choked out. “you’re welcome.”

“I will not be disturbing your conversation now then.” I flashed a winning smile at the group before leaving. Seriously, that group is so fun to watch.

The minefield had been set, and the explosion came in the form of soft reprimands from Ardent Cause.

Fall, Heavy Lifter, fall. You had flown too high, so fall.

Phase two is complete.

It had taken some effort to not literally burst with anticipation. However, now that the party is over, I believed that it is time to add the finishing touches to the dear duke.

“Skylight, please fetch Duke Heavy Lifter before he leaves. I wish to discuss something with him.”

It took a while, but it was not long before the unicorn required stomped into my lounge.

“There had better be a good reason for this.”

My, he is pissed. Not surprising, considering how he likely blamed me for all that occurred during the event.

“My apologies, Duke Heavy Lifter, but I trust that you enjoyed the party?”

“I bloody well did not!” He snapped in response. “You have no idea how humiliating it is, do you? To be invited to your occasion when everypony else declined mine! And you had to come in and make things worst! Do you have any idea what I had been through?”

Yes, I do. I planned it all. And it is time.

So very much about time to take what I came for.

“I know,” I replied softly, apologetically, “that’s why I asked you to come here. So that I can apologize to you myself.”

I see that he had been taken aback by my response. Inwardly, I grinned. The fish is hooked.

“I had originally thought to host this party in your honor. However, circumstances and reactions during the event led me to believe that your actions had not been as well-received as I thought they would be.”

He nodded, enraptured. The data had been correct. All he wanted was someone to respect him, to see things from his point of view.

He just wanted someone to understand.

The line grows taut, time to reel it in.

“Funny, isn’t it? I thought that the others would have been happy that someone had done something for the country, that he made it safe. How was I to know that they would act opposite of what I believed?”

“I don’t understand?” Duke Heavy Lifter replied, his voice filled with doubt, “this was all for me? You did not do this to slander me?”

“Yes, it was all for you.” Just not in the way you think before and now. “I could not exactly ignore and fail to congratulate someone who did something for our home, now can I?”

Duke Heavy Lifter went silent, eyes contemplating this turn of events. I could tell he had not expected this, not that I expect him to. Like I said, there were many who fancy themselves chessmaster, but in Canterlot, there is only one.

“I see,” He spoke up. FINALLY! I did a mental dance of delight when I heard what he said next. “It seems that I have misjudged you... Count.”

And the fish is caught.

“Yes,” I smiled, “I won’t take up any more of your time. But I am glad that you accepted my apology.”

Run the pony around your maze enough times, than offer to show him the way out. All his hate at you will dissipate at the moment of escape, but he will be none the wiser that he just came out into a more elaborate labyrinth of your own design.

This is the start of quite the beautiful ‘friendship’.

Now he is mine. An ally that did not know all that he had suffered, all that he had endured had been orchestrated by the one who he now believe to be a friend that had never been an enemy. He will serve much more loyally, his chivalry driving to prove himself worthy of our newly constructed alliance.

Like I said, there are many who fancied themselves chessmasters, there are many who thought me a chessmaster alongside them. However, there is only one chessmaster in the whole of Canterlot.

And I am not him.

You can't be a chessmaster when you are a piece upon the board, can you?

Laws of Power Number Three: Conceal your Intentions

Author's Note

Who saw that part coming? Welp. I must say that due to Finals, I would have to be taking a break from this story until December. So, just because I do not upload anything for the next two months, it does not mean that this story is dead. It's just on hold. For now.

The 4th Law

Seventy days since Luna's return

“And this here, is why we should not even bother with investing in Professor Decken’s Archeotech project.”

Is it finally over? Thank the fates, because that has to be one the most RIDICULOUS speeches given out to the entire Canterlot Noble… is it me, or are a lot of the nobles nodding their heads in agreement to that absurd presentation?

It is official, Equestria is doomed unless I do something about it.

Where is the bloody Princess when you need her? Stuffing her face and arse with cake, I bet.

Professor Decken is completely belligerent after the noble had so blatantly called his work and proposal useless. Of course, they are quite obscure to the common pony, but even that is no excuse to insult him.

The problem I face now is the fact that I could not defend the good professor. A pity.

“How dare you,” Professor Decken growled. “You completely missed out on the good that the archeotech could bring to Equestria Society. Furthermore, you just ignored-“

On and on he rambled, and I have to say that I find myself agreeing with most of his points. The problem is that he is not getting through to the remainder of the thick-headed Nobles. He may spout intellectual terms and provide insights to the remainder who actually listened, but there’s no point. I doubt any noble here, me included, actually fully understood what he is saying.

“Pfffffft,” Viceroy Ardent Cause snorted. “All your drivel, and I still find myself agreeing with Baron White Smog. You should really spend time on other more appropriate subjects like the research on shadow manipulation or cloud control. To waste time on archeotechnology, what a waste of time.”

And you are a waste of space, but let’s not tell him that. Ardent Cause, leader of the Zealots. He is becoming a danger to Equestria with his weak willed way of thinking and his tendency to rely on older and more conventional methods. His way of thinking is a threat to all innovators. The fact that he is a advisor to Luna made his words considered on a level equal to Fancy Pants, meaning nobles are as likely to follow his lead as they will with my good friend.

I will have to remove him sooner or later. Not now though, he was still an important part of a group that shall keep Equestria running. Hopefully not into the ground, at the rate we are going.

"I disagree,” Duke Heavy Lifter stood up, eyes fixed in a glare upon the Viceroy. “I actually think that this archeotech could help us in many ways. I'm pretty ERA (Equestrian Royal Airfleet) would approve of the chance to upgrade their ships with this technology."

Are you kidding me?

It took all my self control at the moment to not groan in exasperation. Heavy Lifter, though quite a valuable asset as a result of his ties with the military and his being ostracized by his faction, was a liability at times. His strong stand and stubborn mind had made him difficult to steer and control. Furthermore, he was making a target out of himself by making such a strong stand.

"And how, pray tell, do you think that this archeotech would benefit ERA? What is the evidence for your support of... this?" Ardent Cause countered, keeping a smug face upon his features as he presented his question.

I tried not to flinch as I heard that. The question was a nicely disguised spear meant to humiliate the poor duke. To be honest, this was quite the conundrum. I could intervene and save Heavy Lifter some of his dignity, but I would be openly declaring my support for him and a rivalry against Ardent Cause and by extension, the Zealots as a whole.

Needless to say, I chose the other option.

"The good professor had clearly stated that the archeotech would diminish the manpower needed for any ship's engine maintenance by half. That alone, should be cause enough to warrant its usefulness."

"Mere theories, Duke." The Viceroy smiled, "Just as the professor had said so himself. Furthermore, while the cost he had declared to be needed to outfit a airship with the engine would be seen as minuscule by some of us here, to outfit even three of our biggest ships would be practically out of reach by the military's treasury. Even if you should make another donation."

Ouch, he's never going to let that go down, was he? It had been two full months since that stupid debacle. Just let it go already, it's not like he froze over an entire kingdom!

"Furthermore, we have better things to do with our bits than invest in such a risky endeavor."

That caught my attention alright, my sources had told me that Ardent Cause had lost most of his bits in a risky investment sometime back, such that the amount in his bank was nearly zero. While I do not really lke distrusting my fellow nobles, the way Ardent Cause phrased his words seemed to imply that he had another thing to do with his bits...

Rather suspicious, but at the moment, I should focus on waiting for the perfect opportunity to dig my associate out of this mess.

A chance which soon showed itself.

"Really, Duke Heavy Lifter, I expected more of you."

There was one thing to be noted about nobles throughout the land, we hate being interrupted. For a moment there, I had thought that the Viceroy would continue to sputter and blubber his nonsensical speeches, as such, I had to say that I was really grateful to him for stopping then and there.

I coughed into my hoof rather pointedly, drawing the attention of those present to myself. Fixing the Viceroy with a smile, I began. "I agree with your points, Viceroy Cause." Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see the Duke's eyes widened with disbelief. I could not really blame him totally, it almost looked as if I was backstabbing him. "However, in the case of how useful the archeotech could be, would it not be better to let the buyers decide?"

Some nobles were slow on the uptake, however others, like the Viceroy was quick to catch on. "Quite a good suggestion, I say." The Viceroy nodded in agreement, "and I agree that it would be better for the military to decided if the technology was worth sponsoring. They're the target audience, after all."

I cheered inwardly as my hierarchy on the social ladder increased. In just two sentences, I had deflected all accusations from the duke and focused all attention back to the topic at hand. Furthermore, the introduction of a reliable third party, whom almost everyone here would wish to establish ties with would help tilt the opinion of the archeotech in the good professor's favor. Also, the fact that I said very little yet contributed a lot to the conversation would help maintain my supposed 'neutrality' while bolstering my apparent control over the situation.

Perfect. Just perfect. Except for the fact that I have a very angry Duke to handle and worm some information out of. I had been suspecting that he had been withholding something from me.

Like why did the Viceroy proclaim that he had bits on the side?

Laws of Power Number Four: Always say less than necessary

Author's Note

I am not apologizing for the puns in this part, however blatantly obvious or subtly discreet they may be.