The role of the royal nephew Prince Blueblood in Equestrian society has ever been cloaked in mystery, confusion, and restraining orders. How exactly is he a nephew? How is he a prince? And how in the world does the drunken old reprobate manage to stay out of prison?

As one of those summoned to begin the unusual process of possibly becoming his heir and successor, I may perhaps be on the verge of finding out.

The original version of this story came in 4th during the 62nd Writeoff Association Contest, "Has That Always Been There?" It's been much expanded from its appearance there.

Also, please note that the few sex scenes within this narrative will strike many readers as tame, vague, and infrequent enough not to warrant the use of the "Mature" label. For this, your humble narrator deeply apologizes, but, well, a gentlecolt must always be true to himself, mustn't he?