Author's Note

I had way too much fun with this. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

A Royal Reveal

A few days later, Prince Blueblood walked through the halls of Canterlot’s Palace, nose turned upward. He was on a way to a meeting with his Aunt, and although he was not against seeing her, he was opposed to the incompetent servants walking the halls. Ponies who stammered and stuttered when he walked past, who were clumsy and bumped into him. Honestly, he could not respect such riff-raff. He was a Prince, after all. He deserved the utmost respect for his title.

Mercifully, the servants showed marginal intelligence today, and had cleared the hallway. He smiled, thinking that perhaps they had finally gotten it through their thick skulls that he was to be undisturbed. The only ones in the hallway now were the guards stationed outside the Throne Room. They let him through, and Celestia smiled when she saw him, and asked her guards to give the two of them some privacy. The guards complied, moving to join their fellow guardponies in the hall. When the sounds of doors closing echoed through the now guardponiless room, Celestia went to Blueblood.

“Good day, nephew.”

Blueblood bowed to her. “Good day, Princess. You called for me?”

“Yes. I have something I wish for you to do. A task if you will.”

Blueblood nodded. “Of course, your majesty. I will do whatever you ask of me.”

Celestia smiled. “I’m pleased to hear that. But first, allow me to introduce you to a friend of mine.” She said. She gestured to the pony who waited at the right side of the throne. A white mare with hot pink and white long hair, and pink eyes, along with a spiral cutie mark made out of hearts. She wore a kind smile that seemed… genuine. Far more genuine than one anypony had given him in a long time. It took him off guard.

“Good day, Prince Blueblood. It’s such a pleasure to meet you. My name is Mesma.” She said, offering him her hoof. He noticed that it was finely manicured, unlike the servants of this castle. Well, at least she wasn’t terrible about keeping herself groomed. He respected that. Reluctantly, he shook her hoof, and she gave him a smile that made him feel odd.

“Mesma will be overseeing what I ask of you. I expect you to take her orders as seriously as you would my own. Should any trouble arise on your part, and be assured that should it I will be informed of such, I will take action myself. You are to show her the utmost respect for her, and to treat her as you would me. Am I understood?”

Blueblood was confused now, but nodded. “Yes, Princess.”

“Mesma will be taking you to a special room for your task. I want to make one thing absolutely clear to you. In that room, your title holds no power. She is the pony in charge, and she will be reporting to me about how well you do in your task. I expect you will excel at it in time.”

“I assure you, Princess, I will excel immediately.”

Celestia smiled. “I am glad to hear it. You and Mesma will be working on this task for one hour per day at the minimum. You will stay for as long as she decides, and leave when she deems you ready. Your other engagements or appearances will be cancelled, postponed, or rearranged to fit this schedule.”

“Very well.” Blueblood conceded, although he was more than a little irritated at that prospect.

Celestia smiled at his compliance, though she suspected it was more for her benefit than it was him actually wanting to do so. She hoped that in time, that would change. “Excellent.” She turned to Mesma. “I will leave him in your capable hooves.”

Mesma nodded. “Thank you, Princess.”

Celestia turned to Blueblood. “Your task will begin now.” She looked to Mesma. “Will you please show my nephew to his room?”

“Of course.” She said.

Mesma went down the steps to Blueblood. “Follow me.” She said. Albeit irritatedly, he did as she asked, remembering his Aunt’s words.

Mesma led him to a corridor of the castle that was never used. The rooms inside had not been used for years, if he could recall correctly. She stopped at a door at the end of the hall, and opened it, letting him go inside. He was gobsmacked at what he saw.

Inside was a nursery, with furniture fit for a foal that was sized to fit a grown pony. Alarm bells rang in his head, and he tried to turn back, but before he could, Mesma had closed the door. He knew he would not be allowed to leave because this was under his aunt’s orders, so he took a look around.

It was painted a cheery yellow, with a border of suns and moons. There was a large crib with a mobile hanging above it on the wall the door was on, full of blankets and stuffed animals. Directly in front of the end of it was a changing table. It was stocked full of diapers, pull ups, training pants, and diapering supplies like foal powder and rash cream. There was also a stash of pacifiers underneath. The closet on the same wall was full of dress up clothes, including sailor suits, cowpony clothes, and a feathered headdress. There were some other clothes more suited to regular use, like Hoofie Pajamas and onesies. The next wall, the one adjacent to Blueblood on his right, held a bookshelf full of children’s books and a rocking chair. The wall opposite him held a dresser that he could only assume was full of foal clothes. There was a nightlight on top, along with a bottle warmer. There was a mini fridge on that wall too, and when he opened it he saw it was full of bottles of milk. The nipples were atop the fridge. The wall to his right had a toy box resting against it, and artwork on the walls- simple things like a boat on the ocean, a sunflower, a full moon. In the center of the room was a playpen full of stuffed animals.

“I… What?” He asked.

He turned to Mesma, who in his time surveying the room had moved and pulled out a diaper with a large print of Celestia’s sun on the back. She put it on the changing table.

“This is your task, Blueblood. To learn humility, and to learn what it is to be loved and cared for so that hopefully you can extend that to others. Now, hop up, please, and we can begin.”