The Prince Of Griffonstone

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 3
Chapter 6
Chapter 8

Chapter 1

A stately young griffon walked the ancient roads that wound through the Hyperborean Mountains. With a pair of cloaked griffons at his sides, he slowly made his way into Griffonstone. As they passed through the dilapidated city, the locals offered them only uncertain and suspicious looks. Paying them no mind, the trio soon found themselves before the crumbling statue of Grover.

“This is even worse than you described, Genevieve.” He glanced back to the griffon at his left.

“I admit, is has grown worse since the last time I was here.” Genevieve drew back her cloak, her wise eyes set against a backdrop of grey feathers with specks of white that dotted her body like fallen snow. “This will truly be an undertaking.”

“Perhaps.” He smiled as he returned his gaze to the statue. “But can you think of anything else more worthy of which to dedicate yourself?”

“You should be careful not to romanticize the situation.” The chocolate colored griffon at his right removed his cloak. “What you’re proposing will take unity and selflessness that I doubt our kind is capable of anymore.”

“I understand that wholly, Gabriel.” He nodded. “But if we can commit to such an ideal, than I know that they can as well.” Flying up to the top of the statue, he looked out over the city and let out a fierce call that echoed through the streets. The griffons in the area turned their attention to the newcomer, Gilda and Gabby chief among them.

“Who’s that guy?” Gilda asked.

“I don’t know.” Gabby looked up at her in confusion. “I’ve never seen him before.”

A general rumble of irritation arose from the gathering griffons as they discussed this brazen visitor. From atop his perch on the statue, he gave them a friendly wave. “Griffons of Griffonstone.” He began. “I understand that I am unknown to you and to be truthful, this is the first time I am laying eyes on my home. It pains me to see what was described to me as a hatchling as the most beautiful of cities, reduced to this broken state. This is no way for a proud griffon to live.”

“It looks fine to me!” One of the griffons shouted. “What gives you the right to talk about how we live!?”

“Yeah! Just who do you think you are anyway!?” Another asked angrily.

“Forgive me.” He lowered his head. “I am Gwyn; the great, great grandson of the fallen King Guto and sole surviving heir to the throne of Griffonstone.” His statement generated a range of reactions in the crowd. Gwyn flew down and landed before them. “I have not come to you as a would-be king who desires power and subjects. I come to you as a griffon, one that desires only to see his home returned to its glory and luster. I have the funds and plans to rebuild our city… but my own two talons are not enough. I need all of you to come together as one once more and do what needs to be done to see my plans to fruition.” The crowd murmured in lukewarm response to his words.

“That’s fine and all.” One of the griffons stepped up. “I’ll help, if the pay is good.”

Gwyn looked to him with understanding but disappointed eyes. “Pay.” He nodded slowly as he walked over to the griffon. “I have heard all the tales of how Griffonstone fell from grace. How the Idol of Boreas was lost and my ancestor and his family were all but chased from the city in disgrace. How the once strong and united griffons devolved into greedy and petty shadows of their former selves.” Gwyn stared into his eyes. “You seek pay as if that will bring you happiness. Tell me, are you happy? Do you enjoy living in a crumbling home, walking cracked roads that lay lifeless in the midst of non-existent infrastructure?”

“Well… no.” The griffon timidly admitted.

Gwyn slowly turned, panning his gaze over the crowd. “Has a life driven solely by the acquisition of bits brought any of you the slightest semblance of joy or pride? Can any of you look me in the eye and say that this life is ideal?” Every griffon he looked to averted their eyes from his. “What I am offering you is greater than mere bits. I am offering you an improved quality of life, homes you can live comfortably in, stores and shops to sate your every want… a city you can be proud to call home.”

“I’m with you!” Gabby flew over the crowd and landed in front of him. “I want to see Griffonstone beautiful again, just like in the history books.”

Gwyn smiled at the energetic girl. “I would be honored to have your assistance, miss…”

“Gabriella.” She reached her talon out to shake. “But you can call me Gabby.”

“A pleasure, Gabby.” He shook her talon.

Gabby looked back with a pursed beak. “C’mon Gilda!”

“Alright, geez.” Gilda flew over as well.

“Ms. Gilda.” Gwyn tipped his head to her.

“Just Gilda is fine.” She scratched the back of her head, a little embarrassed by the formality. “I’ll help out too, I guess.”

“Wonderful.” He looked back to the citizenry. “Will another step forward?”

“How can this be a hard decision?” Gabby flew up and eyed them all harshly. “We finally have a chance to make a change around here, a change we can all benefit from. Stop being such a bunch of gloomy griffons and let’s do our part.” The noise of the crowd began to grow more positive and they all came in closer to Gwyn.

“Can you really do all that stuff you said?” One of them asked.

“I can.” Gwyn nodded. “With all of you at my side, you have my word that Griffonstone will reclaim its place in the eyes of the world.”

“Well, then count me in.” She smiled.

“Me too!” Another shouted.

“Yeah, I’ll help!” Yet another added.

As Gwyn began personally greeting all the griffons, Genevieve smiled over at Gabriel. “Well, it seems the young Prince has reached them after all.”

“I only hope they do not let him down.”

“Ever the pessimist.” Genevieve laughed.

“Do not confuse being pessimistic with being realistic.” Gabriel shifted his hard eyes to her. “They have been enticed by the goal, but they have yet to prove they are truly willing to do what is necessary to reach it.”

“One step at a time.” Genevieve looked up at the statue of Grover. “Griffonstone was not built in a day, nor will it be restored in one.”

Gwyn eventually dispersed the crowd with instructions to spread word across the city. He returned to his attendants with Gabby and Gilda at his heel. “That was a fine start.” Gwyn said as he neared them.

“Indeed, well done my Prince.” Genevieve congratulated.

“Gabby, Gilda, this is Genevieve and Gabriel. They have been at my side since birth.” He introduced.

“Hello.” Gabby enthusiastically greeted.

“Uh… hey.” Gilda waved shortly.

“This pair certainly stands out.” Gwyn noted. “I have chosen them to act as our ambassadors in all this.

“Ooh, a title.” Gabby clapped her talons together. “I can’t wait to tell Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.”

“Those are pony names, are they not?” Gwyn asked. “Tell me, do you have an existing rapport with those in Equestria?”

“I… do I?” Gabby raised her brow as she looked to Gilda.

“The Prince asks if you are friends with the ponies.” Gabriel shortly clarified.

“Oh.” Gabby nodded. “I sure am. In fact, I’m a part of the Cutie Mark Crusaders.” She said proudly.

“That is an organization I am not familiar with.” Gwyn admitted. “What does it entail?”

“Well, the Cutie Mark Crusaders help ponies discover their calling in life so they can earn their cutie mark. They also spread the lessons of friendship wherever they can to those who need it most. I know griffons don’t have cutie marks, but I still try to help them out however I can. That’s how Gilda and I became such good friends.” Gabby latched onto Gilda’s arm.

“Something like that.” Gilda tried unsuccessfully to shake her off.

“I see.” Gwyn nodded. “That is quite the ambition, Gabby. You will make a fine intermediary between Griffonstone and Equestria.” He looked to Gilda. “What of you, have you had any dealings with the ponies?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I uh… have an old friend from flying school, Rainbow Dash. I also know Pinkie Pie, she got me started on trying to teach griffons about friendship.” She let out a long breath. “As you can see… it hasn’t been going so great.”

“You have taken more steps than most, you should be proud of that.” He commended. “If that is the case, I would ask that you serve as my assistant as I begin orchestrating the rebuilding of the city.”

“That sounds like a lot.” Gilda admitted. “Maybe they would be better for that.” She pointed at his attendants.

“That is not our duty.” Gabriel stated. “Our purpose is to watch over the Prince as he moves forward in life and to offer our wisdom and guidance.”

“Indeed.” Genevieve continued. “This grand plan is the Prince’s ambition and we will let him see it through as he sees fit.”

“You needn’t doubt yourself, Gilda.” Gwyn said surely. “It may seem daunting now, but your confidence will grow as you see things begin to come together.”

“Alright.” Gilda begrudgingly accepted. “I’ll do my best.”

“That is all I ask.” Gwyn grasped her shoulder with a serene smile. “Now, let us see the castle.” The five of them flew to the decaying manor, dropping through a hole in the roof and landing in the ruined throne room.

“Disgraceful.” Gabriel said bitterly. “Is it any wonder that griffons are looked down upon?”

Gwyn went to the throne and ran a single digit over the wooden arm; the dust was so thick it left the tip solid grey. “Gilda?” Gwyn called. “Were you me, what would you do with this place?”

Gilda shrugged. “Honestly, I’d tear it down.” She saw Gabriel give her a sharp glare. “What? This place is an eyesore.” She defended her position. “All it does is sit here and remind us of how crappy our lives are and how good it used to be, like rubbing salt in a wound.”

“I agree.” Gwyn nodded.

“You… do?” Gilda asked.

“Yes. You are right, this building stands only as a monument to the failings of the past.” He turned back to them. “But that does not mean it is without value. I will tear it down, and use its pieces to start rebuilding the homes of the griffons.”

“That is a sound decision, my Prince.” Genevieve agreed. “That will deal with two problems at once, as well as give the griffons something both symbolic and tangible to inspire them.”

“How are we supposed to do all that?” Gabby asked. “I mean, I sure don’t know anything about construction. I’m a mail carrier.”

“I already have plans for that.” Gwyn assured. “I did not come here unprepared.” A light filled his eyes as he began pacing the room, his mind calculating a series of moves that would put everything in motion. “Please allow me some time to consider things.” He went to Gilda’s side. “Gilda, in the meantime I want you to relay our intent to the citizens. Let them know that I am working as you speak and will deliver a formal plan to them soon.”

“Okay.” Gilda nodded.

“Gabby.” He turned to her. “I will draft a letter that I need you to deliver to the royal sisters in Canterlot.”

“Now that I can do.” She said with a smile.

“Genevieve, Gabriel, can you find a room that is intact enough for us to remain in for the time being and see it habitable?”

“Of course, my Prince.” Genevieve assured with a bow.

“Thank you.” Gwyn took to the air. “Come Gabby, I will pen the letter so you can be on your way at first light.”

“Sure.” Gabby happily flew alongside him as they went to secure a pen and scroll.

The following morning, Gabby set out for Canterlot; her already boundless energy pushed even further by her excitement. As she glided into the city she landed before the castle guards and requested entry. Letting her pass, she hurried along to the throne room where Celestia and Luna were discussing upcoming events.

The guard at the door entered and bowed. “Your majesties, a messenger has a letter for you from Griffonstone.” He detailed.

“Griffonstone?” Celestia repeated in surprise. “See them in.”

“At once.” He returned to the door and held it open.

“Princess Celestia, Princess Luna.” Gabby flew in and skidded to halt in front the thrones. “Hello.” She quickly bowed.

“Hello.” Celestia motioned for her to rise. “You bring word from Griffonstone?”

“Yes.” She offered up the bound scroll.

Celestia took it with her magic, the ribbon slid off and the scroll unfurled as it drifted in the air towards her. “Royal sisters.” She read. “My name is Gwyn, last heir to the throne of Griffonstone.”

“My word.” Luna got closer to see the letter for herself. “I had thought the royal line of Griffonstone lost to the ages.”

“As did I.” She read further. “It says that he is rebuilding Griffonstone and seeks to meet with us to propose a treaty of trade deals and contracts in order to aid the effort and bring unity to our kinds.” She looked to Gabby. “Is he truly of royal blood?”

“He says so.” Gabby scratched her head. “He has servants and talks really fancy, that seems pretty royal to me.” She shrugged innocently. “He’s really nice though and he’s already got some amazing ideas. He even asked me to personally help out.”

“I see.” Celestia turned to her sister. “He seems cordial enough.”

“We can at least meet with him, I see no harm in that.”

“Very well.” Celestia returned her attention to Gabby. “Send him our regards and let him know that we would be happy to discuss this further. Have him send us a time in which he would like to assemble.”

“Really?” Gabby beamed. “Great, I’ll get back there ASAP and let him know the good news.” Without formality she flew out the room, nearly clipping the guard in the head as she rushed through the door.

“A griffon Prince.” Luna said thoughtfully. “Griffonstone has practically laid in ruin for nearly two centuries, do you think it possible that he can rebuild it?”

“Nothing is impossible.” Celestia said with a smile. “If he is willing to try and his methods are sound, then I think we should certainly approach this with an open mind.” She took up a quill and scroll. “I will have to see to some preparations.”

While Gabby was seeing to her task, Gilda set about her own. She went through the city, calling a meeting in the square so she could let them know what was going on. The typically flippant griffons gathered in interest to hear what their Prince apparent had in store. Gilda waited as patiently as she could while they circled around her.

“Alright, listen up.” Gilda said with her usual roughness. “Prince Gwyn is putting me in charge of keeping things organized around here and keeping you all up updated. Right now, he plans on meeting with the Princesses in Canterlot to set up some labor contracts for reconstruction projects. First item on the list is the castle.”

“Heh, that figures.” One of the griffons scoffed.

“Shut up and let me finish!” Gilda barked. “He’s knocking it down.” General gasps came from the masses. “Yeah, that’s right.” She continued. “He plans on using all the stone, wood and steel he can recycle from it to start fixing up our homes.” The griffons looked to each other with pleasant surprise. “Any of you with any kind of experience in construction, stone work, carpentry or design need to step up and lend a talon to the effort. The rest of you, if you know any griffons outside of Griffonstone, tell them to get their feathered butts back here and help out too.” She sighed. “That’s it for now, he said he’ll have something more detailed for all of you to see soon.” Gilda lifted off and flew back towards the castle.

Gwyn spent the day in isolation working out his strategies, sketching more concepts and drafting the proposals that he would present to the Equestrian royalty. Not stopping to even eat, it was not until the afternoon when Gabby returned that he pulled his head up from his work.

“Prince.” Gabriel opened the door. “The hyper one has returned from her errand.”

“Wonderful.” Gwyn rubbed his strained eyes. “Please let her in.”

Gabriel pushed the door open further and Gabby entered. “Gwyn.”

“Prince Gwyn.” Gabriel reminded.

“Gabriel, please.” Gwyn shook his head. “It is alright.” With an unsettled grumble Gabriel left them. “What news do you have?”

“Princesses Celestia and Luna agreed to meet you, they said to just let them know when.” She excitedly reported.

“Excellent.” He smiled as he stretched.

“What are you working on?” Gabby went to the table.

“Everything.” He admitted with a laugh.

“Wow!” She looked over a sketch he made, it showed a breathtaking redesign for the castle. “This is beautiful.”

“It will be, once it is a reality and not merely the inked dreams of a lone griffon.” He looked down at it with her. “I must present all of this to the city tomorrow; while I am occupied with that, travel to Canterlot once more and tell the Princesses that we will be there the following day.”

“Will do.” Her stomach growled as she spoke.

“It seems in our excitement we have both neglected ourselves.” Gwyn chuckled. “Come, let us eat before we give out altogether.”

After eating, Gabby and Gilda returned to their homes for the evening while Genevieve convinced Gwyn to cease his work for the day as she did not want him to overexert. The following morning saw Gabby off to Canterlot again to relay the meeting date while Gwyn and Gilda went into the city to further detail his plans and intentions for Griffonstone. Gilda once more gathered the citizens to the square where Gwyn awaited their arrival.

“Get in close and keep your beaks shut till the end of the presentation.” Gilda ordered as the griffons assembled.

“You certainly have your way with audiences.” Gwyn laughed as she landed beside him.

“Eh, it’s what I do.” She said plainly.

“My brothers and sisters.” Gwyn gestured out to them. “I thank you for coming, as promised I will impart to you my desires for Griffonstone and how I intend to see them done. But first, I have something I wish you all to see.” He unfurled a giant piece of parchment on which was drawn a detailed concept of an ideal Griffonstone. Handing it to Gilda, she flew up and let it hang like a flag so they could get a better look. “I drew this when I was a still a fledgling. I tell you this so that you know how serious I am about not just this city, but all of you.” The griffons were amazed by the beautiful work. “This is what we can have for ourselves, but to reach this goal we will all need to put in the work. I know that such a feat seems impossible, but I have no intention of asking you to do it yourselves. I will be traveling to Canterlot tomorrow to meet with the Princesses in hopes of having them help back this undertaking. With aid from Equestria, we can begin the foundation work that will lead to this end.” He pointed up at the drawing. “As Gilda has already told you, my first aim is to bring down the castle and use the raw materials to get things started. We will begin with your homes and the roads both in and outside the city. Hard workers need soft beds and a warm hearth, both of which you shall have; and with the roads repaired we can move in the larger equipment necessary for the bigger projects. Every capable griffon will need to assist in the work. I know that after so long, that may not sound enticing to many of you; but I would not ask any griffon to do something I would not do myself. I will be working at your sides the entire time, of that you have my solemn vow.” The griffons actually began to applaud at the Prince’s speech. Seeing and hearing something concrete rallied them further and they truly started to feel that this could be a reality for them. Gwyn promised to return from Canterlot with even more good news and left them for the remainder of the day.

Author's Note

While Griffonstone got some attention in the show, it is still rife with possibilities for development. The whole idea for this story was based on my interest in some of those possibilities. Also, I love Gilda and think she needs way more time to shine. If you have a griffon itch, I certainly hope this story scratches it.

Chapter 2

Gilda and Gabby returned to the castle the next morning to catch Gwyn before he left for Canterlot. The Prince sat in the throne room, assembling and packing the extensive amount of paperwork he had prepared.

“Gwyn.” Gabby leapt and glided over to him.

“Ah, good morning.” He tipped his head as he worked. “We will be leaving shortly, may I ask that you keep an eye on things here?”

“I’ll keep things in line.” Gilda promised.

“Wonderful.” He smiled at Gabby. “Then may I ask that you keep an eye on Gilda then?”

Gabby giggled and nodded. “Sure will.” She observed the confidence in his eyes. “Aren’t you nervous about meeting with the Princesses?”

“Nervousness is for the unassured, milady.” He looped the handle of the bag over his neck. “I am confident that they will be inspired by what I have to show.”

Genevieve and Gabriel entered from the western door and stood at Gwyn’s side. “Are you ready, Prince?” Genevieve asked.

“That I am.” He nodded. “Let us be off. We will return as quickly as we can to deliver news to the city.” He assured his assistants as they flew through the broken roof.

Back in Equestria, Celestia had asked that a reception be prepared for when Gwyn arrived. The royal attendant and several members of the castle guard waited at the city gates and met with Gwyn and his entourage as they touched down before the city limits.

“Greetings, Prince Gwyn.” The well-dressed stallion hailed. “My name is Quarter Time, I serve the castle and have been asked to personally welcome you to our fair city.” He and the six guards at his sides bowed.

“Thank you.” Gwyn said graciously. “I am pleased to at last get the chance to visit.”

“If it is acceptable, I will see you to the castle.” Quarter Time gestured up to the royal home. “Princesses Celestia and Luna are eager to meet you.”

“Appreciated.” Gwyn nodded. “Please, lead the way.”

The foreign Prince and his stoic companions drew many interested looks from the citizens as they proceeded. A hushed chorus of curious whispers filled the streets as ponies began spreading word of the procession. Gwyn was too occupied to notice though as he was captivated by Canterlot’s beauty, his mind anxious to see his own home in such a state. Passing into the castle, he was further enchanted by the regal yet tasteful décor. Quarter Time escorted them directly to the meeting hall where the sisters awaited.

“My Princesses.” Quarter Time bowed. “I am pleased to present Prince Gwyn of Griffonstone.”

Gwyn’s eyes lit up when he beheld Celestia. “Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, it is an honor to finally meet you both.”

“Likewise, Prince Gwyn.” As Celestia went to him he accepted her hoof and brought it to his beak. “Oh.” She flustered a bit at the unexpected move.

“Please milady, you above all others have no need to address me by title. Do call me Gwyn.”

“Certainly.” Celestia nodded.

Gwyn gestured back to his attendants. “This is Genevieve and Gabriel.”

“Princesses.” Genevieve lowered her head.

“A pleasure, your majesties.” Gabriel did the same.

“It is lovely to meet you both.” Celestia motioned towards the table. “Please, if you would.” She and Luna took spots on one side of the long table while the griffons sat opposite them. “I must admit, I was quite surprised at your letter.” Celestia set her eyes on Gwyn. “I mean no disrespect, but the royal line of griffons was long thought to have been lost.”

“It is not wrong to say that.” Gwyn said wistfully. “I am sure you are well versed in the lore of my home?”

“We are.” Luna nodded. “But tales end with the abdication of Guto.”

“As far as Griffonstone was concerned, I imagine they would. My ancestor was seen as a failure for allowing the Idol of Boreas to be lost. Despite his brave fight against Arimaspi and the injuries he sustained, the griffons still ousted him and he and his family were forced to flee their home.” He sighed as he recalled the story that was passed to him. “They fled down the mountain range until coming across a small village of griffons that had long ago settled away from the city. They were given asylum, but Guto did not linger in the world for much longer; no amount of treatment could undo the damage he sustained and he had already lost the will to continue… he died soon after.”

“How horrible.” Celestia said as she listened.

“He was survived by his wife; along with his son, daughter in law and his two grandchildren.” Gwyn continued. “They remained in the village, the family line carrying on through those meek but kind griffons that took them in. As time went on and stories of Griffonstone’s decline began to spread, my great uncle took it upon himself to begin amassing the resources necessary for our family to one day be returned to providence. His means were… questionable, he raided Griffonstone castle and slowly began to move my family’s wealth and hoard to the village. More time passed and I was born, but… there were complications and my mother fell ill shortly after my birth; she did not survive.” His eyes saddened. “I lost my father as well, when I was only a few years old.”

The tragic news struck the sisters hard. “I am sorry.” Celestia offered with a heavy heart.

“Thank you, Princess.” He smiled as he looked to his attendants. “Fortunately, I had Genevieve and Gabriel to care for me and teach me all that I would come to know. Though they strictly hold to the idea that they are merely here to serve me, they have been and will always be my family.”

“Prince.” Genevieve smiled softly.

“Your tale is without question a sorrowful one.” Celestia began. “Even so, you must forgive me for asking if you have any way to validate it.”

“Indeed.” Luna continued. “You would not be the first to appear and claim royal heritage.”

Gwyn nodded. “I understand that.” He opened his travel pack and pulled from it an old, oak carving that had an ornate crest burned into its side and a rubber bottom. “I mean no disrespect of my own Princess, but you are old enough to remember King Grover are you not?”

“Yes.” Celestia confirmed. I was certainly a deal younger, but I was fortunate enough to meet with him when Griffonstone was officially recognized as the griffon capitol.”

“Yes, the day when Griffonstone’s first charter was signed.” He laid the object before her. “And sealed with this.”

Luna watched as Celestia took the item with a silent gasp. “What is it sister?”

“Grover’s royal seal.” She displayed it to her. “To think such a piece of antiquity would still exist.”

“The story of Griffonstone is not yet complete.” Gwyn said surely. “I have returned to the home I never knew and intend to revitalize it, which is why we are here.”

Celestia nodded in acceptance. “What exactly is it that you seek?”

“I have drawn many concepts for my vision of Griffonstone. I have blueprints for improved housing that will better fare against the elements of the mountains, a choice section of the mountainside on which to construct an open air marketplace to increase commercial revenue and trade, a map of new roads that will give greater access to the area so that any creature can reach the city with ease, and even designs for a transportation airship that can act as a sky ferry from Griffonstone to Equestria.” He laid his traveling bag on the table. “To see this through, I ask that Equestria join this unprecedented renovation as a full partner. This will take materials and labor that Griffonstone simply cannot supply on its own; I have drafted over a dozen scrolls worth of treaties, agreements, requisitions and other formalities for the two of you to review.” He slid the bag across the table.

“It seems you have thought of everything.” Luna said, quite impressed.

“It is my duty to think of everything, Princess. This is the fate of my kind that I am laying on the line and a failure on my end means a failure for all griffons.” He said solemnly. “Of course, I do not expect an answer right away. I hope that you would look over all that I have provided and make your decision based on what you see. I will sit here for as long as you wish in order to respond to any of your questions or concerns.

Celestia took his bag. “Your dedication to this is quite apparent, we will certainly look over everything thoroughly.” She smiled over at her sister. “Luna, would you have the guards fetch us some tea for our guests, I anticipate we will be here for a while.’

“Of course.” Luna rose and left to see to the matter.

For nearly four hours the Princesses went over the materials with Gwyn and every question they had was met with an insightful and knowledgeable response. Upon full review, they deemed the project worthwhile and agreed to lend him Equestria’s help. Gwyn proudly signed the treaties with them and used Grover’s seal itself to mark the scrolls. As the meeting concluded he shook their hooves and they moved from the room for some fresh air and a long stretch.

“Princesses, you have my unending gratitude.” Gwyn lowered himself to them.

“Yours is a remarkable and talented mind, Gwyn.” Celestia complimented. “We are happy to be a part of this moment in Griffonstone’s history.” She checked the window and noticed the hour. “We have been occupied for some time, we would be honored you would stay for lunch.”

Gwyn perked up at the idea of dining with her. “That would be a pleasure, Princess.” He checked with Genevieve and Gabriel. “Will you be joining us?”

“We are alright, Prince.” Genevieve smiled. “Please, enjoy yourself. We will await your return.”

“Oh, well if you need anything please just ask the guards.” Celestia offered.

“Thank you, Princess.” She bowed.

Celestia, Luna and Gwyn traveled to the dining hall with the Princesses calling for a suitable meal to be prepared. Gwyn took the opportunity to sit at Celestia’s side and at this point, Luna began to see what was going on.

“Sister.” Luna called her attention. “If you’ll excuse me a moment, I’ll see to the kitchen staff.”

Celestia saw a light smirk on her face as she left them alone. “Well.” She coughed lightly as she looked back to Gwyn. “Now that everything is settled, when would you like the work to begin?”

“Immediately if possible.” Gwyn answered. “If you would order and send the initial teams to begin the basics, I will see them paid in full on site to get the work underway.”

“That will be no problem.” She assured. “It will take about two days for them to organize and reach Griffonstone.”

“That would be perfect, Princess. In the meantime I can let the city know the good news and do all the prep work.” He smiled at her warmly. “It is hard to contain my excitement in all this, thank you.” His piercing, bright eyes shone up at her. “You know, in lieu of all the significance behind this vital trip, I have been very much looking forward to meeting you. Travelers have relayed all manner of tales about you, yet they hardly do you justice.”

“Well… that’s very kind of you.” She said appreciatively. “Stories tend to be a bit exaggerative though; I am not fond of letting such things go to my head.”

“Humility as well as wisdom, Equestria is truly blessed to be led by a creature as lovely as you.”

“Thank you, Gwyn.” Not entirely certain how to respond to his obvious flirting, she felt a bit of relief when Luna returned with the servers. “Ah. The food has arrived.”

Luna sat across from them as their plates were set. “I know this is not griffon cuisine, but we hope you enjoy.”

“Given that the closest thing to ‘griffon cuisine’ at the moment is Gilda’s scones, this will no doubt be wonderful.” He laughed.

The three of them spoke of far more trivial things as they shared lunch; Gwyn gladly hanging off of Celestia’s every word and peppering her with praise and compliment. After finishing the meal, they returned to the foyer and found Genevieve and Gabriel standing near the front door of the castle with several of the guards.

“What is going on?” Luna asked.

“Forgive us your highness.” One of the guards bowed to them. “It seems word travels fast and there is a crowd loitering in the courtyard in hopes of seeing your guests.

“To think that we would be famous.” Genevieve laughed.

“I’m sorry about this.” Celestia apologized. “I will see that the crowd is dispersed.”

“No need.” Gwyn stopped her. “There is no harm in introducing ourselves. What sense would it make for me, who wishes to bring our kinds closer together, to shy away from those who would wish to meet us?” Gwyn stepped past the guards and headed out into the courtyard with Genevieve and Gabriel behind him. The gathered ponies chattered to one another in interest at the griffons. “Ponies of Canterlot.” Gwyn held his talon to his chest and bowed. “My name is Gwyn, Prince of Griffonstone.” The mention of his title increased their curious mumblings. “I am happy to see that so many are curious about our presence here and I will be glad to explain. We have come today to put in motion the reconstruction and revival of Griffonstone, not only for we griffons but for all creatures. It is my hope that one day you can all visit our home as I have yours and share in what we have to offer the world.” He turned back to the royal sisters. “And while my lofty goals are for the sake of so many, there is one more that I admit is a bit selfish.” He gestured to Celestia.
“Princess, having finally found the fortune to meet you, you are so much more then even my imagination could dare dream. I can say without empty flattery that your poise, elegance and beauty are without compare.” He smiled brightly. “So I would like to take this chance, with your citizens here as witness, to formally announce my intent to seek your hoof in marriage.”

“W…what?” Celestia’s eyes widened to their fullest as the crowd gasped and began talking excitedly.

“Princess.” Gwyn looked to her with enamored eyes. “Believe me, I know this must seem sudden and even ludicrous to you; but I have no aspirations for this to be so simply accepted. I am resolved to do my best to display my commitment and worth to you as a suitor.” He took to the air and Genevieve and Gabriel followed suit. “After things are truly underway in Griffostone, you have my word that I will return. I greatly look forward to seeing you again, Princess.” As the three griffons flew off the gathered mass began excitedly discussing the news, as a few ponies tried to approach Celestia about the matter the guards immediately blocked them and allowed the sisters back inside.

“Well, that was most unexpected.” Luna admitted. “I could tell that he was smitten with you but he’s certainly skipped a few steps. Sister?” She looked up to see her all but frozen in shock. “Sister.” She laid her hoof to her shoulder.

“Did that truly just happen?” Celestia asked.

“It did, sister.” Luna confirmed.

“Oh my.” She sighed and put her face in her hoof. “And in front of so many ponies, this is going to spread all over the city.” They started back for the throne room.

“We have both survived a trip through the gossip mill before, this is no different.” Luna said confidently.

“This is vastly different.” Celestia refuted. “He wishes to propose to me.”

“Well, we cannot deny his seriousness about bringing ponies and griffons closer together.”

“Why are you so casual about this?” Celestia asked in a huff. “We just engaged in a massive, international deal and then he complicated it greatly by making such a declaration.”

“Don’t you think you are overreacting just a little?” Luna asked in return. “We can deal with Griffonstone as the rulers of Equestria and you can meet with Gwyn purely as Celestia.”

“You make it sound much easier than it is.”

“All I’m saying is why not give him a chance?” Luna asked.

Celestia looked at her in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“I am.” She nodded. “He exudes many admirable qualities and to be honest, he is quite handsome.”

“I won’t deny that he is charming, but still.” Celestia struggled with the idea. “Besides, don’t you think he is a bit young for me?”

“Sister, you are over a thousand years old, every creature is a bit young for you.” Luna eyed her, having had this same conversation with her before. “If you keep clinging to that excuse then eventually the only eligible bachelor left will be Discord.”

“Hush!” Celestia furrowed her brow at her. “Don’t even joke about that out loud, he might hear you.” She quickly checked around the hall as they passed into the throne room. “My concern in this is that it mixes professional and personal affairs. Now that the two are tied together, things may be jeopardized if I don’t handle this delicately. I don’t want to risk creating ill will between Equestria and Griffonstone.”

“Why are you always so hesitant when approached like this?”

“I am not.” Celestia protested.

“Then when was the last time you’ve even allowed yourself a simple date?” Luna asked with raised brow. “I understand that we Princesses but we are also mares, like any other. Would it truly kill you to spend some time with him and see what happens?”

“Alright.” Celestia raised her hoof to Luna in surrender. “I… will approach this openly.”

Luna sighed. “I am not trying to hound you into doing something you do not wish to, I am only concerned that you feel you are not allowed to have a normal life.”

“I know.” Celestia nodded. “I understand and I do appreciate it, Luna.” She hugged her. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sister.” Luna patted her back. “I am going to rest before the night, I will see you in a few hours.”

“Okay.” Celestia took a long, thoughtful breath as Luna headed to her chamber. Deciding not to stress herself over what hasn’t happened yet, she focused on her remaining duties for the day.

Chapter 4

As the rising sun reached the peaks of the Hyperborean Mountains, ponies began arriving in Griffonstone en masse. Pulling wagons of construction materials, eight teams from three separate construction groups along with their foremans and accounting representatives met Gwyn, Genevieve and Gabriel at the entrance to the city.

“Prince.” The lead foreman of Canterlot’s own building firm offered his hoof. “I’m Fixit, we’re all here on behalf of the Princesses Celestia and Luna.”

“A pleasure.” Gwyn took his hoof. “You have my thanks for being so punctual. I have already secured your pay as well as a substantial bonus for you all.”

“Thank you, Prince.” He lowered his head. “If that’s the case, then just tell us where to start.”

“We will begin with the castle, it is to be torn down and stripped for extra materials to be used elsewhere.” Gwyn gestured through the ancient archway. “Follow me.” As he led them through the city, the griffons began to stir and come out of their homes; the sight of so many ponies foreign to them. “I have a select talon full of griffons experienced enough to aid you in this task.” Gwyn explained as they walked the streets. “They are at your disposal; in the meantime I have instructed the rest of the citizenry to begin clearing out their houses so that they will be ready to be demolished and rebuilt to the specifications I have provided. The remaining stone of the homes can then be ground and used as a base for the new roads.”

“That’s a well scheduled plan, Prince.” Fixit praised. “You should be a foreman yourself.”

“For my plan to meet the standards of a seasoned professional such as yourself is of the highest compliments.” Gwyn humbly replied.

As they came upon the castle, the teams of ponies joined with the twenty griffons selected by Gwyn and began to organize the labor. Leaving the task to the capable leadership of Fixit, Gwyn took Genevieve and Gabriel back into the city to keep things on task. Gilda and Gabby were already on the job, getting their brethren to ready things for the pony workers.

“Gilda.” Gwyn hovered beside her over the street. “A step ahead I see.”

“I figured you’d better leave the yelling to me.” She smirked.

“You are far better than I at it, milady.” He lowered his head to her with a smile. “The castle work is underway as we speak, I will assist here with you and Gabby.”

Gabriel and Genevieve claimed a spot overlooking the bulk of Griffonstone, their sharp eyes watching the city change in real time. As the hours passed, the castle slowly shriveled away into a memory. Wagons of trash and other unwanted items were cleared from the residences and taken out of the city to be disposed. More ponies arrived by the early afternoon, caterers personally sent by Celestia to ensure that every pony and griffon was well fed. The welcomed surprise brought a large scale lunch break and every creature took some time to refresh their energies. As work resumed, with the castle now gone, deconstruction of the griffon housing began. Focusing a large, deliberate amount of labor on a few houses at a time, the workers started at the far end of the city and worked towards the front. Gilda and Gabby designated which structures would be next, marking them with red paint.

“Here Gabby, this one next.” Gilda pointed to her chosen target. As Gabby neared the home the shutters burst open and a single eye glared out at them.

“What the heck is going on out here!?” Grandpa Gruff stretched his neck out the window.

“Grandpa Gruff?” Gilda flew over to the window. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in like a week… not that I’m complaining.” She muttered the last part.

“What are you talking about?” He hacked. “I was just taking a nap.”

“That’s not a nap, that’s a coma” Gilda put her talons on her hips.

“Hush girl!” He swatted at her as he tumbled out the window, flapping his way to the ground. “Now what is going on, and why are these ponies here!?” He snapped.

“They’re helping rebuild the city.” Gabby landed beside him. “Prince Gwyn is fixing Griffonstone.”

“Prince!?” He focused his eye on her. “What Prince?”

“Look you old crow.” Gilda landed. “We don’t have the time or energy to catch you up. Gabby, just take him to the Prince and let him deal with this.”

“Okay.” Gabby nodded. “Come on, Grandpa Gruff. I’ll introduce you to Gwyn.” She led him across the city to where Gwyn was inspecting one of the freshly completed dwellings. He opened the squeak less door and stepped into the fresh stone interior. A smile found him as he beheld the large fireplace that adorned the northern wall, lit by the sun which clearly shone down through the new dual pane windows. The roof, now a dual layer of weatherproofed shingle was supported by sturdy beams that stood as the house's skeleton. “Gwyn!?” Gabby’s voice called.

“Yes Gabby.” He left the house and saw her approaching with the elderly griffon.

“This him?” Grandpa Gruff asked as he left her side and made his way over to Gwyn.

“This is Grandpa Gruff.” Gabby informed. “Sorry in advance.”

“It is nice to meet you.” Gwyn backed up a tad as the old griffon pushed his tilted head close to get a good look.

“Prince huh?” He said with great suspect.

“Yes.” Gwyn tipped his head. “My name is Gwyn, the last blood relative of Guto.”

“Prince.” Gabriel called as he and Genevieve descended, having seen the unruly griffon approach him.

“Oh, you even come with your own servants.” He scoffed.

“Mind your tongue, old one.” Gabriel returned his scowl.

“Stop.” Gwyn halted him. “You doubt my lineage, sir?”

“I’m old kid, I doubt everything.” Grandpa Gruff retorted.

“And here I thought age brought wisdom.” Genevieve raised her brow.

“That is wisdom little lady.” He turned his eye to her. “Only fools accept things at face value… and you don’t get to be old being a fool.” Even the ever collected Genevieve started to ire at the belligerent griffon.

“Please.” Gwyn looked around. “Above all else I was taught to respect my elders, and this may well be the eldest griffon left alive. I ask that you leave us, I wish to speak with him in private.”

“As you wish, Prince.” Genevieve bowed. “Come with us, Gabby.”

“O…okay.” Gabby obediently followed them as they headed back.

“Well, at least one of you knows something about respect.” Grandpa Gruff plopped down in the dirt.

“Sir, whether you believe me a Prince or not honestly does not matter to me.” Gwyn conceded. “But would you doubt what is happening around you? I have made a deal with Canterlot for them to assist in my plans to restore our city.”

“Restored.” He grumbled, the word giving him pause. “I remember when Griffonstone was still at least a little respectable… still some beauty left along those old streets.” His ancient mind wandered in the fog of his memories.

“Would you tell me of it?” Gwyn sat before him. “I have only seen it as it is now, my only window into the past the stories that were passed to me by Genevieve and Gabriel.

Grandpa Gruff looked into his eyes, his long lived sensibilities telling him that whatever Gwyn was, he was at least genuine. “Not a happy story, kid.” He admitted. “I watched the griffons grow farther and farther apart with my own eye… well, eyes back then. I got the pleasure of seeing the beauty of Griffonstone fade and the rest of the world turn its back on us.” He let out a disgruntled snort. “If you’re seriously rebuilding it, then your story will be a lot better than whatever one I could tell you. Just leave it at that.”

“I understand.” Gwyn nodded.

“So.” He looked him over. “Related to old Guto are ya? What happened to the rest?”

“That, too, is a long and sad story.” Gwyn sighed. “We have been living in a small village south of here…”

“Cliff Haven.” He interrupted.

“You know of it?” Gwyn asked in surprise.

“It was settled by griffons even before Guto’s time.” Grandpa Gruff detailed. “Bunch of down to earth types who didn’t like how ‘high and mighty’ and ‘detached’ they felt Griffonstone had gotten.” He coughed and cleared his throat. “I don’t know all the details… I ain’t that old” He laughed. “So, the royal family was hiding there the whole time… kind of ironic.”

“I suppose so.” Gwyn smiled, having learned something new about his history. “In any case, as I am the last, you can imagine what happened.”

Grandpa Gruff nodded solemnly. “Sorry kid…I know what it’s like to not have any family left.”

“Then perhaps we are more alike than we thought.”

“Nah… difference between you and me is that I gave up.” He looked back at the work in the city. “But you kept up hope it seems.” He sighed, admitting a variety of things to himself. “To think I’d still be alive to see it beautiful again.”

“You can do more than that.” Gwyn called his attention back. “I would be honored to have one with your knowledge and wisdom aiding us; you may have given up once, but you still have time to leave your mark.”

Grandpa Gruff eyed him with a rare smile. “Guess I can still teach you fledglings a thing or two before I go.” They shook on the idea and returned to the worksite where the others were still overseeing.

“Wonderful news.” Gwyn captured their attention as they landed. “Sir Gruff will be assisting us from here on out.”

“What?” Gilda groaned. “Are you crazy?”

“Gilda.” Genevieve eyed her for her disrespectful tone.

“Sorry.” She sighed. “Are you crazy, Prince?”

“He’s smart.” Grandpa Gruff corrected. “Kids' got a good head on his shoulders, more than I can say for the rest of ya. He knows the value of experience.”

“If this is your wish, Prince.” Genevieve acknowledged.

“He is far more than what you see, of that I am certain.” Gwyn promised. “I ask only that you treat him as a member of our team.”

“Fine.” Gilda rolled her eyes. “Don’t know how much help he’ll be.”

“Enough to tell you that if you keep digging up that street over there you’re going to damage the well lines.” He huffed. They all turned to see a team of ponies digging down into the road to make way for the repaving, they noticed the stares and halted their work. “Yeah, you…. danged hoof walkers.” Grandpa Gruff muttered as he went to them, he looked back to Gwyn and pointed to the earth beneath him. “This is one of the four primary roads that run through Griffonstone, the main arteries of the well lines that channel water from the aquifers run under them. If you damage even one of them you’ll contaminate the entire water supply… ya idiots.” He grumbled.

“I had no idea.” Gwyn admitted. “Those were never detailed to me.”

“They’re a lot older than your tutors there, kid.” He noted. “If you want to repair the road so bad then do yourself a favor and move it over a couple of yards, that way it won’t be a problem in the future.”

“That we shall.” Gwyn lowered himself respectfully. “We are already in your debt, sir.” Gwyn flew over to begin alterations to the plan.

“Ugh.” Gilda moaned. “We’re never going to hear then end of this.”

“Perhaps.” Genevieve agreed. “But the Prince’s eye for value in others proves yet again to be on its mark.”

“Yeah.” Gabby smiled at Gilda. “After all, he saw it in you didn’t he?” She giggled.

“Don’t press your luck, squirt.” Gilda glared at her.

Gwyn had organized things so that when the labor ceased for the day, no griffon would be left without a place to sleep. As the afternoon waned, the work halted and the ponies set up a makeshift tent city to act as their lodging. The caterers saw to a hearty dinner and the atmosphere fell into one of relaxation and fun. Gwyn and the others made themselves plates at the improvised chow line and sat around one of the several fire pits that had been created.

“Mmm.” Gabby hummed happily as she chewed. “It’s been so long since we’ve had good food here.”

“Something else I intend to see changed.” Gwyn vowed.

“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Gilda asked. “We’ve only made it about an eighth of the way through the city.”

“That is fine, Gilda.” Gwyn assured. “To be honest, we are ahead of schedule. The next weeks will be much of the same; Fixit has seen to establishing a supply chain of materials from Canterlot so we need only press forward with due diligence.” He laid his talon to Gabby’s leg. “Would you take a message to Princess Celestia for me tomorrow?”

“Sure!” She excitedly nodded.

“I do long to see her, I want her to know that she is chief among my thoughts.” He beamed.

“What the heck is the kid going on about?” Grandpa Gruff asked.

“He wants to marry Princess Celestia.” Gilda explained.

“What!?” He squawked. “Marrying a pony…” He turned is eye to Gabriel and Genevieve. “What kind of nonsense have you two been filling his head with?”

“Seeking to wed the Princess had nothing to do with either of us.” Genevieve shook her head. “He decided this well before returning to Griffonstone.”

“Don’t be sold old-fashioned, Grandpa Gruff.” Gabby gave him a stern look.

“All I’m saying is that you should marry a nice griffon girl.” He protested. “Like Gilda here.” He looked her over in thought. “Well… she’s a girl at least.”

Gilda blushed with angry eyes. “Why you…” Gabby jumped on her to hold her down.

Gwyn laughed. “I cannot help what my heart desires.”

“Well I… think it’s… romantic.” Gabby managed as she struggled against Gilda’s strength.

As the evening grew late the workers began to retire for the evening. With the castle gone, Genevieve stayed with Gabby and Gabriel with Gilda while Gwyn chose to stay with Grandpa Gruff.

“Grab some floor, kid.” Grandpa Gruff said as he waddled into his house. “I don’t have any fancy, royal beds.”

“That is quite alright.” Gwyn sat; the senior griffon's home hadn’t been remodeled yet and it struck Gwyn to see the condition in which he lived. “I am sorry.”

Grandpa Gruff turned back to him. “Huh? What are you on about?”

“I am sorry that you have had to live like this for so long.” Gwyn clarified.

“Ain’t your fault.” He scratched his chest.

“In a way… it is.” Gwyn said sullenly. “Was it not my family that failed Griffonstone in the first place?”

Grandpa Gruff mumbled to himself in thought. “Those griffons in Cliff Haven, what are they like?” He finally asked.

“They… are kind.” Gwyn answered. “They took our family in and I myself share my blood with them.”

“I see.” He nodded with a heavy cough. “So even after Griffonstone fell they stayed kind and unified?”

“Well, yes.” Gwyn nodded.

“Then quit whining about the past.” He said bluntly. “Your family didn’t fail Griffonstone. Griffonstone failed Griffonstone. We never needed the Idol of Boreas to prosper… you think the ponies need some stupid glowing artifact to let them know to treat each other well?” He let out a mocking laugh. “They do it for the same reason you do kid, because you know it’s the right thing to do.” He slowly went to him and laid his weary talon to Gwyn’s shoulder. “If this whole rebuilding Griffonstone idea of yours is supposed to be some kind of penance, then you’re doing it for the wrong reason. I’m the only one left that even remembers a Griffonstone that wasn’t a pig sty, so don’t waste your time trying to apologize to the dead.”

Gwyn made a silent gasp as he felt a weight leave him at the old griffon’s advice, he laid his talon over his and smiled genuinely. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’ve got a good heart, kid." He patted his shoulder and headed back towards his nest. "Guess those two babysitters of yours didn’t do such a bad job bringing you up after all.” He flew up to his nest and settled. “Still think you’re crazy for wanting to marry a pony though.” He noted as he set his head down.

Gwyn laughed to himself. “You are certainly deserving of your moniker of ‘Grandpa’, sir.” With the only strong male presence in his life being the stern and distant Gabriel, Gwyn felt a pleasant swell of emotion at the idea of having his own grandfather figure. He took a comfortable spot on top of a blanket and found sleep under the arrhythmic snores of Grandpa Gruff.

Author's Note

Well Grandpa finally showed his beak. He's someone i've been looking forward to developing as the show leaves him a one note character. His age alone leaves all manner of opportunity to explore not only him but Griffonstone as well.

Chapter 5

Celestia made breakfast for Luna and herself, as she sat to eat her sister arrived not long after with the morning paper.

“Good morning, Luna.” Celestia greeted.

“Good morning, sister.” Luna sat across the table. “Here is the paper.” She placed it beside Celestia’s plate.

“Let us see the headline for today.” Celestia opened it with a sigh, the paper having been dominated by the specter of her alleged marriage for days now.

“What does it say?”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Princess Celestia’s suitor has some ponies crying fowl.” She groaned. “These puns are getting ridiculous.”

"Puns?" Luna took the paper with her magic and looked it over, her eyes lit up and she pointed to the front page with a smile. “I see, they put fowl as he is of an avian race.” She laughed heartily. “How clever.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” Celestia gave her a judging look. “Because I find it very stressful. Over half my day as of late has been nothing but fielding questions about Gwyn.”

A guard entered the dining room and bowed. “Your majesty, the griffon messenger has returned.”

Celestia nodded. “We will be right there, thank you.” The guard left and the sisters rose from the table. They went to the throne room and found Gabby sitting patiently. “Hello again.”

“Hello, Princesses.” Gabby smiled and brandished the scroll. “I have another letter from Gwyn.”

“I see.” Celestia brought it before her. “How are things in Griffonstone?”

“Amazing!” Gabby bounced excitedly. “The old castle is gone and they’re working on the houses already.”

“That is good to hear.” Luna noted. “It seems he wastes no time.”

Celestia unfurled the scroll and read. The letter was fairly short but no less filled with sweet words. “He intends to return tomorrow so that we may finally spend some time together.” She paraphrased.

“Aren’t you excited!?” Gabby asked. “Gwyn is.”

“I… yes, of course.” Celestia smiled. “Please tell him I look forward to our next meeting.”

“Oh, Gwyn asked me to give you one other thing.” Gabby said as she recalled her parting words with the Prince.

“It isn’t another gift is it?” Celestia asked nervously. “As you can see, I already have plenty.”

“Oh, no.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a grey block of stone.

“What is that?” Luna asked.

“It’s the last remaining block from the castle.” Gabby explained. “Gwyn wants to keep certain items from the project for pospe… prisp…”

“Prosperity?” Celestia offered the word she felt she meant.

“Yeah, that.” Gabby grinned. “He wanted to know if you could hold onto it for him, since Griffonstone is such a mess right now.”

“Certainly.” Celestia nodded and levitated the stone.

“Okay, I need to get back now.” Gabby jumped into the air. “Bye, Princesses.” She sped off through the double doors.

“It seems it is time for your long awaited first date.” Luna chuckled to herself. “They grow up so fast.”

“Oh stop.” Celestia laughed lightly and sat in her throne.

“Are you actually nervous?” Luna asked.

“I don’t know what I feel, Luna.” She admitted. “But I said that I would give him a chance and I intend to; I do look forward to seeing him though.”

Between the media circus and her varied feelings, Celestia welcomed the following day and the chance to finally talk to Gwyn about everything. She decided to wear the necklace he had gifted her and went about her day until she received word of his arrival. While she reviewed the month’s agricultural report, Luna approached her with a cautious smile.

“Sister.”

“Luna?” Celestia pulled her head up from her reading. “Has he arrived?”

“Yes, he has.” Luna nodded. “But… well, you might wish to come see for yourself.”

Confused, Celestia rose and followed Luna up to the front balcony. As she stepped out and looked down over the street below her face twisted in shock as she saw Gwyn and Genevieve walking towards the castle with a parade of ponies at his heels. “Oh my.” She let out a heavy breath.

Down below, as Gwyn and Genevieve walked, one of many reporters came up alongside of them. “Prince?” He vied for his attention. “This is your first time back since you announced your interest in the Princess, can we ask what you have planned?”

“Of course.” Gwyn smiled. “This will be our first official outing so what better than a classic night of dinner and dancing.”

“How delightfully ordinary.” Another came up and joined the conversation. “Where will you be dining, Prince?” She asked.

“Well, I am still new to the city.” He noted. “Any recommendations?”

“Canterlot Terrace is rated the most romantic eatery in the city.” She informed. “Outdoor dining at its finest and given a three hoof rating from Zesty Gourmand herself.”

“My, that sounds perfect.” He tipped his head to her. “Thank you, milady.” As they neared the castle he looked up and saw the royal sisters on the balcony. “Ah!” He waved up at them. “Princess! It has been too long since I have been able to gaze upon you!” He turned back to the crowd. “I must fly to my Princess, do wish me luck.” With a smile he and Genevieve leapt up and ascended to the balcony.

“Princesses.” Genevieve bowed as they landed before them.

“Princess, it is wonderful to see you.” Gwyn took her hoof and kissed it sweetly.

“It is good to see you too, Gwyn.” Celestia glanced down at the still gathered mass of citizens. “You seem to have stirred the hornets’ nest again.”

“They were eager to ask questions.” He informed. “I didn’t wish to merely ignore them, I want them to know that I am as open to them as I am my own kind.” While not fond of the attention he had drawn, Celestia found it difficult to argue with his sentiment. “Oh, you’re wearing the necklace I had Gabby procure.”

“Yes.” She nodded as she laid her hoof to it. “It is very beautiful.”

“Well then.” Luna stepped between them. “I do not wish to be the proverbial third wheel, I shall leave you two to share your evening.” She looked to Genevieve. “Perhaps we could relax ourselves, over tea?”

“I would be honored, Princess.” She lowered her head. “Prince, if you’ve no further need of me.”

“No, please enjoy your night as well.” He said sincerely.

“My Prince.” She bowed and followed Luna back into the castle.

“Well, Princess.” Gwyn clasped his claws together excitedly. “With the help of the locals, I think I’ve found the perfect place to spend our inaugural evening. I’ve been recommended the Canterlot Terrace.”

“Ah.” Celestia smiled unsurely. “Do you not feel that such a place may be too… public? To be honest, the city has been abuzz with news and gossip about us.”

“It has?” He asked keenly. “How wonderful.”

“That… isn’t exactly how I would describe it, Gwyn.”

“We should not fear the public eye.” He said boldly. “If anything, we should feel free to enjoy ourselves as any other and let them see for themselves the reality of our bond.”

“Well, I suppose it might be alright.” She resolved herself. “Very well, Canterlot Terrace it is.”

The royal pairing flew out over the city and towards the upscale restaurant. The unique establishment consisted of a main structure that served only as the kitchen and staff areas; all dining took place on three, five tiered marble patios that offered 360⁰ views of the area. Prices varied not by meal but by level, with the highest levels fetching the most bits. Upon arriving, the staff and patrons immediately turned their attention to them and the owner himself quickly approached.

“Princess Celestia.” He bowed with a huge smile. “What an honor.” He did the same for Gwyn. “You must be Prince Gwyn, there has been much news about your last visit. Have you come to dine?”

“Most definitely.” Gwyn nodded. “May we have a table atop the highest level?”

“Without question, your highness.” He summoned a waiter. “Please see them to a table on level five of tower two.”

“Thank you.” Celestia said warmly as they followed him up to their table.

“Here you are.” The unicorn used his magic to pull out their seats. “Please, take all the time you need to make your selection, I will have fresh bread and a bottle of our summer fruit wine sent up.” He laid a pair of menus out.

“Thank you, sir.” Gwyn took up the menu and began looking it over. “Well Princess, how have you been these last days?” He asked. “Have you enjoyed the gifts I sent?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “That was very kind of you. I did want to talk to you about that, however.”

“Oh.” He lowered his menu. “Were they not to your liking?”

“No, it isn’t that.” Celestia assured. “On the contrary, it was a bit excessive. I appreciate the gesture but having so much given to me before we even shared this first night out… it just seemed too much.”

“Well.” He laughed shyly. “I supposed I did go overboard, but I felt it was the best thing to do to ensure you understood my sincerity. I am sorry if it came off as too heavy clawed.”

“It's okay.” She decided to change the subject. “Tell me of things in Griffonstone.”

“Things have been progressing quite smoothly.” He cheered. “The ponies you employed are amazing and fortunately the griffons of the city have been working at their side with little issue. Not to mention I have come to know a new ally in the aptly named, Grandpa Gruff."

"Is that so?" She chuckled. "I have met him."

"He is harsh in many ways." Gwyn admitted. "But he is wise in many more."

“I am glad the project is going so well.” Celestia noted. “I was…” She stopped as she heard a clamor coming from below. They were near the edge so she looked down and to her dismay saw yet another crowd of ponies. The flash of a camera made her pull her head back over the side.

“What is it, Princess?” Gwyn inquired.

“It seems our presence here has already become common knowledge.”

“Oh, well I did say to them that we intended to eat here.” He peered down as well.

“You what?” She asked with a hint of disbelief. “Why would you announce our destination, surely you knew this would happen.”

“Well yes, but I don’t mind if they know where are here.” He said rather calmly. “Seeing us together should quell their curiosity.”

“I imagine you don’t have much of a media presence in Griffonstone.” Celestia said with a halfhearted laugh. A server came with their wine and bread, pouring them both a glass before heading back downstairs. Celestia tried to relax and the two of them fell into a more normal conversation. As they sat, she noticed that the tier they were on quickly filled up with ponies who no doubt payed for the chance to see their Princess out with the griffon Prince. Another camera flash caught them, they turned to see a pony a few tables back taking the opportunity to capture a close up. Gwyn smiled a waved as he usually did, seemingly oblivious to Celestia’s gnawing discomfort. The owner came up and personally removed the patron, offering them his sincerest apologies. Things calmed after their food arrived but soon enough a mare from a nearby table rose and crept closer to them.

“Excuse me, Princess?” She spoke lightly.

“Yes?” Celestia tried to smile.

“I’m sorry, I know this inappropriate.” She apologized. “My name is Nightgown, owner of Canterlot Bridal, I wanted to personally offer my services to you given all the wedding talk.”

“My, how kind of you.” Gwyn gave her his attention. “I had planned to consult a professional in your field and here you are.”

“I would be happy to help, Prince.” She beamed.

“Gwyn.” Celestia called his attention back. “Please, I do wish you wouldn’t be so candid. I do not want to give the city any more ideas then it already has.” She looked to Nightgown. “Miss, we are far indeed from requiring any service like that. Thank you for your offer.”

Seeing the wait staff coming back up, Nightgown high-tailed it back to her table to avoid getting thrown out as well. Gwyn watched her off and turned back to Celestia with slight confusion. “That is a shame, it is never too early to begin planning.”

“Planning what, Gwyn?” Celestia asked rather sternly. “This is our first night out and you keep speaking as if our nuptials are certain.”

“I’m sorry Princess, are you upset?”

Celestia let out a controlled breath. “I’ve been upset, Gwyn.”

“You have?” Hearing that shook him. “Have I… done something wrong?”

“It isn’t about right or wrong.” Celestia explained. “I have been trying to look forward to this night but I knew this would happen. It was quite unwise to make that public announcement about seeking to marry me; no matter what your intent was, Canterlot has been consumed with unverified stories and here say about our relationship which hasn’t even gotten off the ground yet.” She glanced around at all the prying eyes. “Gwyn, I am not feeling comfortable here, talking about this in public. I would like to go back to the castle.”

Gwyn looked about with a hapless look in his eyes. “Of… of course, Princess.” He finally spoke. He requested the check and paid for the half eaten meal before they headed back to the castle. Gwyn didn’t say a word on the way back, his mind struggling with what just happened. As they landed and entered the quieting manor, Gwyn blindly followed her down the hall as he mumbled to himself.

“Gwyn, we really need to just sit and talk.” Celestia said earnestly. “I believe…”

“My apologies, Princess.” Gwyn interrupted as his mind raced. “I seem… to have made some miscalculations in all this.”

His words gave her pause and she looked back with bewilderment. “What do you mean, miscalculations?”

Gwyn seemed to ignore her question, his face awash with unsettledness. “I made a…no…everything should have played out…”

“Gwyn?” Celestia called to him.

“Princess?” He looked up at her with harried eyes.

“What are you talking about?” She asked again. “What should have played out?”

“You are angry, that is not… not what is supposed to happen.” He looked around nervously and his breath grew more rapid. “I made sure I met with you.” He noted. “You were impressed with my work and… and then I made my intentions clear.”

“Gwyn?” Celestia began to grow worried at the bizarre panic on his face.

“I… made the declaration public which would ensure the idea had the city’s support… gifts… presents... for you…” He finally returned his attention to her. “I waited several days so that you would reflect on everything… then return… dinner… then… what went wrong? I made sure to account for everything.”

“Gwyn.” Celestia approached him. “Have you been… trying to calculate my every reaction in all this? Has everything up till now been part of some grand plan?”

“No.” He insisted. “I mean… yes, but it is not what you think, Princess.” He forced a smile. “I merely organized every step to ensure that our interactions would lead to the desired end… our marriage. But, something has clearly gone wrong somewhere… I just need a moment to discern what that was.” His eyes grew distant again. “I… I can fix this.”

“Gwyn!” Her sudden shout snapped him out of his self induced haze. “I thought that you were being genuine, but this whole time you’ve been trying to manipulate me into feeling what you wish me to feel. All these gifts and romantic words… just pieces on a chess board that you have been moving to checkmate me into returning your affection.”

“No, Princess.” Gwyn shook his head. “It isn’t like that at all, I have meant every word and every gesture.” His eyes grew pleading as he attempted to explain. “I love you, Princess, I have always been in love with you since…”

“Gwyn stop, this isn’t love.” She halted him. “At least not the love you are speaking of; you are infatuated with the idea of me and what I represent.” Gesturing towards him with her wing, she advanced a few steps. “What is my favorite color?” She asked simply.

“I…” Gwyn could not answer.

“My favorite food?” She continued. “My favorite season?” She placed her hoof to her chest. “When is my birthday?”

“I do not… know, Princess.” He painfully conceded.

“Love is based on a bond that forms with time and experience, neither of which you are allowing. You are moving so fast and you say that you love me and wish to marry me, yet you don’t know the most basic things about me." She frowned as she saw the pain in his eyes. “I truly wished to give this a chance; but knowing this… I don’t know if this will work out.” She let out a hard breath. “I am sorry, but I need time to consider if I can still trust your intentions.”

Gwyn couldn't bring himself to look into her eyes. ‘I… I see.” He held his talon to his head as he steadied his breathing. “I am sorry to have caused you so much upset, Princess. I...” He stopped himself and merely bowed to her. “I will leave.”

“Gwyn.” She called as he started off. “You don’t have to...”

“I know.” Gwyn cut her off. “But I should." He managed a smile. "Goodbye, Princess.” He hurried back towards the doors and left.

Celestia sighed painfully, a myriad of thoughts and feelings running though her at once. She turned back and went in search of her sister.

After raising the sun the next morning, Celestia returned to the throne room to find that all of Gwyn’s extravagant gifts had been removed as she requested. She sat in her throne, the knowledge that she made the right decision to halt things with Gwyn not making her feel any better about breaking the young Prince’s heart. Luna entered not long after, finding her sister almost precisely as she imagined she would.

“Sister.” Luna sat beside her. “Are you okay?”

“There isn't a yes or no answer to that, Luna.” Celestia let out a thoughtful breath.

One of the guards entered and lightly coughed. “Your majesty, Ms. Genevieve has come to see you.”

“Genevieve?” Celestia repeated in surprise. “Please, see her in.”

“At once.” The guard bowed and left. Genevieve entered in his place and approached the Princesses.

“Princess Celestia, Princes Luna.” She bowed.

“I was unsure if you were still in the city.” Celestia said as they went down to her. “Is Gwyn still here as well?”

“No Princess, he has returned to Griffonstone to tend to matters there.”

“Oh, I see.” She said regretfully.

“He will be alright, in time.” Genevieve assured with a quiet smile. “Nevertheless, I came here to thank you."

"Thank me?" Celestia was taken aback by the notion.

"Yes." Genevieve nodded. "I thank you for being honest with Gwyn about this whole affair."

“Are you not upset?”

“No, Princess.” She shook her head. “You see, when Gwyn was young he was forced to remain in hiding. Gabriel and I alone were his friends, playmates, teachers and caregivers. We taught him of the world, we taught him the history of his kind and the tragedy that befell his family line and we told him that one day… he would be the ruler of Griffonstone.” She sighed. “But stories and pictures were all we could give him at the time; as a result he lived in a world constructed only of his ideas, everything was based on what he would do someday or what he planned to do. We worried that such a life would leave him damaged inside but to our surprise that wasn’t the case.” She paused to think back. “As he grew, the maturity we thought would be stunted by his lack of experience in fact blossomed far beyond what we could have imagined. Despite being trapped in a proverbial bubble, he dreamed and imagined like no other griffon before him but with logic, forethought and reason on par with that of a scholar. I remember the first time he showed Gabriel and I his initial drawings and sketches of the Griffonstone he intended to bring to life one day. We were astounded, but at the same time, relieved in many ways that he was on his way to becoming a fine ruler.”

“He is without a doubt a unique and impressive individual.” Luna complimented.

“But far from flawless.” Genevieve humbly admitted. “He has a big heart… too big for his body sometimes, and living a life based solely on ideals has left him a hopeless romantic. On top of that, his logical nature led him to believe that everything could be accounted and planned for.” She smiled knowingly. “Which is what led him to this inevitable lesson in heartache. From a young age he heard many stories from travelers about Equestria and its fair Princess Celestia. He became enamored with you quite early in life, which invariably led to you becoming a part of his plans as well.”

“Something I learned all too well last night.” Celestia noted. “He was trying to plan out everything to the smallest detail, it was a bit unnerving.”

“He is always five steps ahead of every creature, himself included.” Genevieve said with light laugh. “I tried to warn him that things may not go as he intended… be he either was unable to or unwilling to accept that. It was always his biggest weakness, before he does anything he spends hours formulating extensive plans about how he will go about it; musing over variables and possible outcomes as if life itself was an equation. It causes him great distress when things do not go as he imagines and he tends to go into panic attacks… it was much worse when we has younger.” She frowned. “We do our best to prepare him for things but some lessons can only be learned through experience.” She looked into Celestia’s eyes with utmost sincerity. “Please know that he didn’t mean any harm or to cause you so much trouble. For all the regality and intellect, at his core he is just a sweet griffon with his head in the clouds and his heart on his sleeve.” She chuckled. “Just like his father.”

Celestia let out a sharp gasp as realization entered her mind. “You… are his mother… aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.” Genevieve nodded.

“He thinks you are dead.” Luna recalled the story he told them. “Why?”

“I know it sounds cruel to you, but I do it for his benefit.” Genevieve said surely. “I did not marry into the family, I too am a direct descendant of Guto which technically makes me the rightful heir to the throne.” She held her talon to her chest. “In my younger years, Griffonstone was not ready for us to return and I was certainly no ruler. It was decided that we would raise my child with the express intent of seeing him the one to return to Griffonstone and take the throne. As I was of royal blood, the only way to do so was to ensure that Gwyn would be the sole surviving member of the royal family. So, for Gwyn and for Griffonstone… I died.” She wiped a forming tear from her amber eye. “His father though… that was a tragedy we did not expect. That was the hardest point for me, seeing him in tears thinking his family gone but not being able to tell him the truth.”

“I can’t imagine what that must have been like.” Celestia said with a heavy heart. “But, why would you not tell him even now? Is keeping your lineage a secret so important?”

“You are old and wise, Princess; but you are not a mother. I cannot expect you to understand.” She gave the Princess a confident look. “A mother’s duty is to watch over her son, to see him safe as he grows and to teach him all he needs to know to become a strong and capable adult.” She smiled. “Is that not what I have been doing this whole time? I do not need the title of mother to be there for him as one. He has grown into an outstanding young griffon of which I am more proud than you could possibly imagine, telling him the truth now would change nothing. I am content to be there for him as I am.”

“You are a truly strong, Genevieve.” Celestia said, in awe of her character.

“Verily, hearing such a story makes the outcome of all this even more unfortunate.” Luna said with disappoint in her eyes.

“You worry about the treaties between our nations?” Genevieve inquired. “You needn’t do so, nothing has changed.”

“He hasn’t reconsidered?” Celestia asked.

“No, he would never allow his personal feelings to interfere with something so important to his fellow griffons.” She explained. “While I had no initial intent on playing a major role in this, he asked that I act as the liaison with Canterlot while he remains in Griffonstone so as to not cause you further distress. As long as you are still willing, everything will carry on as planned.”

“Well, I very much wish for things to continue.” Celestia said earnestly.

“That is good to hear, Princess.” She bowed. “Thank you for your time and know that I did not come here to try and make you reconsider your position, I only wanted you to know the full truth about Gwyn."

"That was quite the tale." Luna looked up at her sister.

“Luna, will you take care of things here for the time being. I…”

“I shall.” Luna cut her off with a smile. “Just go.”

“Thank you, Luna.” Celestia hugged her and teleported away.

Back in Griffonstone, Gwyn had excused himself from the day's work and rested on a cliff above the city. As his eyes wandered over the activity below, his mind was in constant replay of what had happened the day prior. The clacking of talons came from behind him as Gilda approached.

“Uh, Prince?” She softly called. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Gwyn rose and took a deep breath to settle himself. “Thank you Gilda, I will...” As he turned he immediately stumbled at the sight of Celestia. “Pr…Princess.” He stuttered, not knowing what to say.

“Gwyn, I had hoped we could talk.” She stepped closer to him.

“I would have thought Genevieve relayed the situation to you.”

“She did.” Celestia nodded. “But she also told me a deal more, about you and your own past.”

“I see.” Gwyn’s eyes lowered. “I did not wish for you to know the circumstances of my life. I didn’t want you to pity me or see me as some desperate youth, I wanted to earn your affection properly.” He sighed. “But I suppose it doesn’t matter now.” He looked back up at her. “Your words yesterday rang true, I was being foolish from the start in thinking that some creature you had never even met would be worthy of your love much less having you as his bride.”

“Gwyn, knowing what I know now I feel I understand you much better.” Celestia walked past him and towards the edge. “Jumping right to marriage was most certainly out the question, but there is something else...” She sat. “I wish to tell you something, something deeply personal. This happened after my sister’s banishment so not even she knows this story.”

Gwyn was shocked to hear this and sat beside her. “You would share such a thing with me?”

“Yes, because I want you to understand my past and I don’t want you to think that your feelings are meaningless to me.” She let out a long breath. “I had a very special somepony once, a long time ago. We were very much in love and it was everything a mare could hope for in a relationship; he was fun, passionate and he made me feel special for something other than just being a Princess. As time went on though, I began to notice something. He was getting older… and I was not.” She looked out over the city in bittersweet remembrance. “He began to notice too, that he was getting slower and less able to keep up with me in my busy life. I told him that I didn’t care, and I didn’t, but he did. He told me that it was unfair that somepony so lively and lovely should have to slow down for him… and he decided to leave.” She fought back a tear. “I was heartbroken, not only because the stallion I had loved for so long was gone but because I realized that there was no escape from that harsh reality of my life.” She looked down at him. “Ever since he left, I have never allowed myself to take another lover. The thought of watching another creature that I love so intimately, grow old before my eyes while I always stay the same terrifies me. Even after nearly a thousand years, I still don’t think I am strong enough to endure that pain again.”

Gwyn sat stricken at her story. “Princess, I am so sorry. I had not once considered such things from your standpoint.”

“It is alright, Gwyn.” Celestia promised. “It is something that only my sister and a scant few creatures in this world could understand.”

“In hearing it, I do understand.” Gwyn nodded. “I imagine you must feel every bit the same as your lover when approached by would be suitors. I could tell you a thousand times that such a thing mattered not to me, but it would matter to you, and that is what is most important.”

“Thank you, Gwyn.” She smiled. “I… still would like to give us a chance to be closer, but please understand that I need you to slow down. I’m not thinking about falling in love or marriage, and I don’t need to be showered with presents or huge displays. I just want to get to know you, the real you, not the you that you carefully planned on presenting to me." She put her wing to his back. "We’ve had a messy start, how about we start over as friends and go from there?”

“I would like that, Princess.” His cheerful spirit began to return.

Celestia turned to face him. “Aquamarine.”

“Princess?” He gave her a confused look.

“My favorite color, its Aquamarine.” She gave him a warm smile.

The bright energy returned to Gwyn’s eyes. “My favorite color is forest green.”

The two of them sat there for some time trading tidbits of information about one another. Gwyn, having learned a painful but valuable lesson, cherished the opportunity to begin anew with Celestia. At the same time, Celestia felt a weight lift as she fully opened herself to the idea of letting Gwyn in; and while nothing was set in stone between them, this was certainly a welcome start for the both of them.

Chapter 7

Out of necessity and want, Gwyn decided to finally return to Canterlot the coming morning. Opting to go alone, he left his friends in charge and took flight for the Equestrian capitol. Despite having some reconciliation with Celestia, he was nervous to see to her; nervousness not being something he was accustomed to in any way. Deciding to avoid the spotlight, he traveled directly to the castle and met with the guards in the courtyard. They gladly saw him in and directed him to the rear gardens where the Princess was currently relaxing. Gwyn found her seated on a patio, drinking tea while surrounded by fragrant spring flowers. She took notice of his slow approach and smiled in surprise.

“Gwyn.”

“Hello, Princess.” He tipped his head.

“How unexpected, how are you?” She used her magic to move the chair opposite her. “Please, sit.”

“Thank you.” Gwyn sat across from her. “I am doing well.” He nodded with a light sigh. “Things have been… different in many ways, but better in many more.”

“I am glad to hear that.” She smiled. “I have not heard from you since we last spoke, I was beginning to grow worried.”

“Forgive me for the lack of communication.” He apologized. “I should certainly have kept up word with you, if only to keep you updated on progress if nothing else.”

“How are things going in Griffonstone?” She asked.

“The housing and interior roadwork is complete.” Gwyn proudly informed. “We have begun work on the planned commercial expansion, which came with the shocking discovery of a long lived stag viper.”

“Was any creature hurt?”

“No, Princess.” Gwyn shook his head. “Gabriel dispatched it and the beast was converted into a feast.” He laughed. “How have you been? Have things quieted down?”

“For the most part.” Celestia bobbed her head in thought. “As Luna said, it was a trip through the rumor mill. Although the papers still try to grab headlines.” She moved her copy of the day’s paper over to him. “Still, it has been relegated to page 3 now.”

Gwyn took up the paper and opened it, finding an article about the Princess. “Alifornication?” He laid his claw to his face with a deep laugh.

“That is one of my favorites so far.” She giggled.

“I am so sorry I put you through this, Princess.” He folded the paper. “I was truly blind to many things that should have been blatantly obvious.”

“It was not all bad.” She shrugged. “I do love my hoof massager.” They shared a laugh and Celestia looked him over with a small smile. “You have certainly changed.” She noted. “I can tell just by sitting here talking to you. You seem so much more at ease.”

“I am.” He agreed. “I have learned a great deal just from having others close to me; keeping my thoughts in the here and now above all else. I find myself enjoying things so much more now that I experience them for what they are, precious moments in time rather than steps on an infinite flight of stairs leading to some end that exists only in my head.”

“I very much like this new you.” Celestia admitted.

“As do I, Princess.” Their eyes held on one another’s for a long moment. “I did have a question though.” He shyly looked away.

“Of course.”

“I am focusing on constructing our first eatery, but I am not content to see it solely service griffons.” He relayed as he folded his claws on the table. “I want the crew there to be experienced in providing cuisine for every creature, our pony compatriots first and foremost. I also came here today to secure what we need to outfit and furnish the restaurant as well as sample from Canterlot’s local fare to put together a diverse menu.”

“What a splendid idea, Gwyn.” Celestia praised.

“Given our last outing, I wouldn’t presume to ask you to accompany me this time.” Gwyn chuckled. “I had hoped you could point me in the right direction.”

Celestia summoned a scroll and quill. “Allow me to contact Twilight, I know just the two ponies to ask.” She fashioned a note and sent it away to Spike.

“I appreciate this, Princess.” He watched the scroll evaporate into the ether.

The royal pair carried on their miniature reunion while they waited. Gwyn and Celestia spoke candidly with one another; swapping stories of current events and joking about the responsibilities they bore. Almost two hours later, Twilight’s voice brought their talk to an end as she approached with Pinkie Pie and Rarity.

“Princess Celestia.” Twilight waved as they neared.

“Ah, Twilight.” Celestia went to Twilight and hugged her dearest student. “Pinkie Pie, Rarity, thank you coming.”

“If there’s food involved, you can always count me in.” Pinkie proclaimed.

“Of course, we are always happy to assist in royal matters.” Rarity added with far more decorum than her friend.

Gwyn joined them and bowed lightly. “Princess Twilight, it is nice to finally meet you.”

“Prince Gwyn.” She returned the gesture.

“The Princess told me you were rather suspect of me, given my proposal.” He smiled.

“What? Twilight laughed and waved off the idea. “No… I mean… maybe a little but…” She looked up at Celestia who was holding in her laughter.

“It is alright.” Gwyn assured. “Much has happened to me before we even had a chance to meet. I look forward to getting to know the famous Princess of Friendship.” He gestured to the pair behind her. “And who are these fine ladies?”

“I’m Pinkie Pie.” Pinkie hopped forward and curtseyed. “It’s always nice to make a new friend, especially a royal one. Here.” She held out a single cupcake, it had brown frosting with little plastic wings and a toy crown on top. “A cupcake fit for a griffon Prince.” She grinned.

“One of the reasons we’re running a bit late.” Twilight pointed out.

“My, how wondrous.” Gwyn took the confection. “Thank you, milady. I am honored you would go through the trouble.” He tasted the sweet, finding it much to his liking.

“Prince Gwyn.” Rarity stepped forward. “My name is Rarity, I own and operate several renowned boutiques. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She bowed.

“Likewise, Ms. Rarity.” Gwyn took her hoof and kissed it, eliciting a thrilled giggle from the mare. “Thank you both for coming to assist me in my efforts.”

“Not at all, Prince. Pinkie and I have experience on the restaurant scene.” Rarity noted.

“Well then, shall we commence our food tour?” He asked.

“That… is the best sentence I’ve heard all week.” Pinkie said, saucer eyed with anticipation.

“Princess.” Gwyn turned back to Celestia. “It was wonderful to see you again.”

“I feel the same.” Celestia agreed with a tender smile. “I do hope your next visit will be sooner rather than later.”

“It most certainly will.” He promised. “Till then, if you would allow me the chance to give you a simpler gift.” He brought his wing around, flinching a bit as he pulled the broadest feather from its span. “It is an old custom in Cliff Haven, for one who wishes to properly relay his affection, to give his grandest feather to another.” He set the feather in her mane, just behind her ear. “So that even when apart, he can be with her.”

“Oh my.” Rarity held in her squeal at the romantic gesture.

Celestia held her hoof to the beautifully colored feather. “Thank you, Gwyn. Of all the gifts you have given, this is truly the sweetest.” She used her magic to pull her own feather out and offer it to him in return; Gwyn nestled it just over his right shoulder so that it hugged his back.

“Thank you, Princess.” He looked back at the angelically white feather. “Till we next meet.” With a lingering smile he allowed Pinkie and Rarity to lead the way.

“He’s a lot different from what I was led to believe.” Twilight noted, having only been privy to the aftermath of his encounters with the Princess and his mentions in the news media.

“Because that was the real Gwyn.” Celestia said knowingly as she watched them off.

The city took notice of Gwyn as he walked the streets of Canterlot with the well-known fashionista and popular party pony. Making their way to the famous restaurant row, their culinary expedition began with the revamped Chez Neigh. The Prince still being a recognizable celebrity, the trio were quickly seated.

“You couldn’t have picked a better time for this, Prince.” Rarity tapped the menu. “Restaurant row has seen a revolution since the owners and chefs have begun exploring their own tastes instead of trying to cater to critics.”

“That’s a fancy way of saying the food isn’t terrible anymore.” Pinkie simplified.

“Variety is the spice of life, as they say.” Gwyn laughed. “And please, call me Gwyn.”

“Oh, alright then… Gwyn.” Rarity laughed lightly, enjoying the idea of being so casual with royalty. “So, what exactly are you looking to learn from this?”

“I want to impart the ability to prepare meals from a variety of cultures to our own would-be chefs.” He explained. “From these meals, I hope to gain a firmer grasp on popular elements and ingredients for pony cuisine. I have little doubt that such knowledge will also serve to enhance our own local recipes.”

“How worldly.” Rarity applauded.

“Then we should definitely get the Canterlot Tour.” Pinkie recommended. “It has a little bit of everything.”

“A fine idea.” Gwyn nodded and pat his stomach. “I do hope Genevieve will forgive the weight I am going to put on this day.”

The three proceeded to spend the early afternoon visiting five different eateries, sampling the best each had to offer. Gwyn’s agile mind slowly began to reverse engineer the dishes, identifying key ingredients that all five destinations utilized in their best fare. Rarity detailed everything that was currently trending in popular culinary culture and Pinkie Pie provided him with more information on desserts than he could handle. With their stomachs on the verge of bursting, they took him to one final location; the Tasty Treat operated by Saffron on her father. Gwyn was immediately taken by the lush colors of the décor and the amazing smell of foreign spices and herbs.

“Hello, welcome to…” Saffron smiled brightly at the sight of her two friends. “Pinkie, Rarity.” She hurried over and hugged them.

“Saffron, so good to see you, darling.” Rarity kissed her cheek.

“How’s business?” Pinkie asked. “Still knocking it out the park?”

“Oh yes, things have been very busy lately.” She took notice of their griffon companion, immediately recognizing him from the paper. “Pr… Prince Gwyn.” She quickly bowed.

“Please, milady.” Gwyn bid her to stand. “I am merely another customer seeking to dine at your fine establishment.”

“Ah, right this way.” Saffron led them to a quiet booth near the back; she provided menus and excused herself to get them some glasses of water.

“This place is quite different from any of the others.” Gwyn noted.

“Saffron and her father came to Canterlot with the express purpose of introducing their native foods to the local palates.” Rarity detailed.

“I hope you like spicy.” Pinkie grinned. “Because you have to try the sweet potato vindaloo.”

Saffron soon returned and Gwyn allowed Pinkie to order for the table. He was enthralled with the unique flavors of the dishes, in spite of having some difficulty with the heat factor. A few plates and a dozen glasses of water later, Gwyn had reached his limit.

“Oh my.” He let out a long, full breath. “That was delicious.”

“You took that spice like a champ, Gwyn!” Pinkie proudly patted his back.

“Ugh… I do believe I’ve added a dress size today.” Rarity sighed. “I think that’s enough indulgence for a lifetime.”

“Are you kidding!?” Pinkie eagerly eyed them both. “We should do this once a week.”

“You are a marvel of your kind, milady.” Gwyn laughed, stopping as his stomach rumbled in protest.

Saffron returned to the table. “So, how was everything?” She asked, eagerly waiting to hear the Prince’s verdict.

“Your food is as exotic and lovely as you are, Ms. Masala.” He complimented.

“Oh… thank you.” Saffron graciously bowed with a light blush. “Father will be happy to hear that our menu pleases even a griffon, much less royalty.”

Gwyn, Pinkie and Rarity returned to the streets; the Prince asking where the best place to order equipment for the planned restaurant could be found. Pinkie took him to the outlet supplier where Mr. and Mrs. Cake purchased necessities for Sugar Cube Corner. Not wanting to skimp, Gwyn proceeded to place a massive order to ensure that Griffonstone’s first restaurant would be top of the line. With his objectives for the day reached, Gwyn looked out into the sky as he readied to leave.

“While I gave up unnecessary planning, I do wish I had kept the flight home in mind before eating all of that food.” He chuckled as he turned to his guides. “Ms. Pinkie, Ms. Rarity, you have my sincerest thanks for aiding me in this endeavor.”

“Anytime.” Pinkie beamed. “Hanging out with you is delicious.”

“We were happy to help, Gwyn.” Rarity smiled. “It was wonderful to meet you and I do hope we will meet again.”

“I will make sure of it, milady.” Gwyn kissed their hooves. “Till then.” He secured the feather that Celestia had given him and took to the air; coasting upwards into the clouds and fading from sight.

It was well past dark by the time Gwyn made it back to Griffonstone. Full and exhausted, he went in search of Genevieve and Gabriel to let them know of his safe return. Nearing the square, he detected the sound of singing and quickened his step. Gwyn discovered a host of the ponies and griffons sitting about the fire, singing a song he was unfamiliar with. Many others simply sat and listened to the chanty like tune while they ate their evening's meal.

"Prince." Gabriel's voice came from behind him.

"Gabriel?" He turned back. "What is this?"

"This is apparently an old work song, sung by many ponies in the construction industry." Gabriel began. "As it turns out, the same song made its way to Griffonstone generations ago and it is still known to this day."

"How amazing." Gwyn smiled as he returned his eyes to the scene. "To think that such a link between us existed right under our noses."

"Was your trip a success, Prince?" He asked.

"It was indeed." Gwyn nodded. "I was able to secure knowledge, materials… and a few new friends."

"Gwyn." Gilda approached with Gabby at her side.

"Given the atmosphere, I assume things went well today?" Gwyn asked.

"Ah, this is just what we do when you're not here." Gilda snorted.

Gwyn laughed and nodded understandingly. "When the Prince is away, I suppose."

"Actually, we're breaking schedule predictions." Gabby informed. "Fixit says the eastern site will be ready for development by the end of the week."

"Wonderful." Gwyn smiled at the news.

"Oh." Gabby held up a plate of food. "Here, we made sure to save you some."

Gwyn's stomach churned at the smell of more food. "Oh, thank you Gabby." He held his talon up. "But I do believe I am good on that front... perhaps for the next day or so."

Gabby happily ate the meal in his place as the four of them sat quietly and listened to the beautiful harmony.

Chapter 9

It was late indeed when Gwyn, Genevieve and Gabriel made it back to Griffonstone. Still remaining with Grandpa Gruff, Gwyn quietly stole his way into the home.

“Late night, eh kid?” The old griffon stared down at him from his straw bed.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Gwyn apologized as he closed the door.

“Ah, you didn’t wake anyone.” He grumbled. “Been sleeping all day.”

“I take it things were quiet in our absence?”

“Like a tomb.” Grandpa Gruff chortled. “So, have a good trip home?”

“Indeed I did… Griswold.” Gwyn smiled up at him.

“What!?” Grandpa Gruff shot up and glared at him. “Where’d you hear that name?”

“Glenshandra sends her best.” Gwyn added.

“Glenshandra?” He made a silent curse. “That old harpy still kicking?”

“Her sentiments for news of you were much the same.” Gwyn laughed. “She told me you were in Cliff Haven some time ago.”

“She did huh?” Grandpa Gruff eyed him. “What else did she tell you?”

“Nothing.” Gwyn assured. “She said it was not her story to tell.”

He rolled his eyes. “Guess she’s got some sense in her after all.”

“I know you have your past; and you seem determined to keep it your own.” Gwyn said with an earnest smile. “I will not pry nor spread word of what she said to me. If you ever do decide to share it with us, it will be in your own time.”

Grandpa Gruff sighed as sad memories came back to him. “I… went to Cliff Haven after… after I lost my daughter and my grandkids.” Gwyn stopped and turned back at the news. “Long time ago… not long enough to forget though.” His remaining eye roamed the room. “I had to leave Griffonstone. Everything here reminded me of them and the stupid… useless griffons that let them… die.” A long held tear left his eye. “Glenshandra and those nature loving feather heads in Cliff Haven were a better option than staying here. They let me remain and… they were good to me, better than I deserved anyway. She and I never saw eye to eye though, spent most of our time arguing but it wasn’t all bad; sometimes it’s nice to have somebody to argue with. I just… needed somebody to yell at and she was happy to let me, guess it was her way of trying to help.”

“I am sorry.” Gwyn said wholeheartedly. “What happened to your family?”

“Bad storm… worst in a long time.” He recalled. “Countless feet of snow and winds icier than a cockatrice’s stare. They got caught in it while trying to travel and…” His eye grew angry. “I tried to get them to help, but they just didn’t care… they wanted bits to even be bothered and even then the selfish animals were too wrapped up in themselves to help. I tried to look for them but I was already too old and too weak to fight that storm.” He balled his talon, his voice beginning to waver. “I found them though… after the storm had finally moved on; frozen and huddled together.” He pounded the floor. “That’s what Griffonstone was; that’s what the proud griffon species stood for… I hated it… and them, all of them.” He wiped his eye, a small laugh escaping him. “In the end though, I wound up just like them… but at least I had an excuse for being empty inside.”

“I have no words.” Gwyn said, staggered at the story. “But that is what I am trying to fix, to make a Griffonstone where such a story will never be repeated.

“I know, kid.” Grandpa Gruff came down from his bed. “That’s why I decided to help.” He went to his new mantle and opened a box, removing a tattered photo and presenting it to Gwyn.

Gwyn observed the griffon couple and the three young ones with them, a pair of granddaughters and a grandson. “They are a lovely family.”

“The little rugrats always said I was too grumpy. They called me their Grandpa Gruff.”

“I see, you keep the name to honor their memory.” Gwyn surmised.

“As much as I’d hate to say it; Gilda, Gabby and Gallus… they’re just like them.” Grandpa Gruff admitted with a small smile. “That’s why I keep an eye on them. They may hate it but it’s for their own good, somebody had to look out for them.”

Gwyn returned the photo and nodded solemnly. “You have my word that I will see Griffonstone a place they would have loved.”

Grandpa Gruff actually teared up and grabbed his shoulder. “Thanks, kid.” He slowly made his way back up to his bed and went silent. Gwyn rested in his own spot, with not long before dawn and a full mind he didn’t get much sleep.

With Gilda and Gabby still gone, the following day was rather quiet. Gwyn found himself on the barren lot where the castle once stood. As he thought about what to do with the spot, he was reminded of what Gabriel had said to him in Cliff Haven. Allowing himself to indulge in predictions, he began running scenarios in his mind about the pros of cons of various approaches.

“Prince.” Genevieve’s voice returned his mind to the here and now. “You have been standing here for some time. Is everything alright?”

Gwyn shook his fog and turned to her. “Yes, I was just considering things.”

“Have you decided what you wish to build on this spot?”

“Not yet.” He admitted. “Genevieve, do you think I am too personable with the griffons?”

“What do you mean, Prince?” She inquired.

“Gabriel told me that I have allowed myself to become too close to those I am inevitably going to rule over. He imagines that they are seeing me less and less as royalty which will have future consequences.”

“I see.” Genevieve nodded. “That is… quite like him. Admittedly, his words are not without wisdom.” She pondered for a long moment. “Your situation can be much likened to that of any workforce. Say five creatures work together in the same organization, they do so for years and become close friends. One day, one of them is promoted to be the leader of said organization; those once at his side are now under his authority and must accept that he is now above them.” She sighed in consideration. “Without a doubt, the change in relationship will not be a smooth one; but as in all things there are good and bad aspects. On one talon, the remaining four may feel embittered and resent the change in power balance; seeing it as a point of contention. On the other talon, the one that has taken power now has intimate knowledge of the wants, needs and opinions of those he is in charge of; that knowledge can make him a leader that can better understand and be there for those he now oversees.” Genevieve let out a thoughtful breath. “I suppose then, there is no true answer to your question, Prince; just as there is no correct way to rule. You must be the King that you know yourself to be, using what you have learned as well as your own judgement.”

Gwyn looked back to the empty site. “If there is no true answer… perhaps then what is needed is to change the question.”

“My Prince?”

“Ah, nothing.” Gwyn smiled. “I have a few ideas but it will take time to decide on a true course. We are still far from that point at the moment, best to leave it be for now.”

“If that is your wish, Prince.” Genevieve bowed.

“I will admit though.” Gwyn began as they started walking back into the city. “I’ve grown very used to having Gilda and Gabby with us; it is far too quiet without them.”

“On that, we can agree, Prince.” Genevieve laughed.

The rest of the week was slow but restful. Gabby and Gilda returned with stories of their trips and almost to the minute, Fixit and the ponies returned to continue the work. With fresh supplies, food and spirits; construction resumed. The next month saw the onset of the rainy season which slowed progress but replenished the natural wells. The eastern site slowly began to come together and Gwyn grew excited as it neared completion. He sent word to Celestia, inviting her and Luna to the following week’s grand opening of the freshly minted Flavor’s Roost; named thusly by Gabby herself. Griffons that were interested in learning, were sent to Canterlot in advance to train with local chefs so they could be ready to prepare dishes. Gilda was charged with securing the vast stock of ingredients and spices while Grandpa Gruff trained a team of younger griffons in the art of fishing to establish a steady supply of fresh fish. Gwyn granted ownership of the establishment to a well-traveled and open minded griffon named Garvin; who vowed to work hard to see his new operation a success. The other, completed businesses consisted of a general store, bakery, boutique and home store; there was still plenty of room for more but the essentials were covered for the time being. Gwyn gladly offered the funding to see the businesses fully stocked and left them in the capable talons of griffons eager to test their mettle in the commercial world. Come opening night, the royal sisters arrived and were immediately taken by what they saw.

“Oh my.” Luna whispered as they passed through the reimagined archway leading into the city. “This is beautiful.” Their eyes panned across the clean streets, quaint homes and planted trees that were illuminated by elegant street lanterns.

“Princesses.” Gwyn flew to them upon sight, having been waiting for their arrival.

“Gwyn, this is amazing.” Celestia complemented. “The city is unrecognizable.”

“Indeed.” He took her hoof and kissed it. “I am glad you could both come.”

“Of course, we would not dare miss such an event.” Celestia noted. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing the city in its near final state.”

“She’s been very much looking forward to seeing you as well, Gwyn.” Luna added as she walked past him, leaving the pair alone to talk.

“Ah… yes, I have.” Celestia admitted.

“That means as much to me as any success I might find here tonight.” Gwyn smiled up at her. “I have missed you.” He arched his neck to display her feather.

“Likewise.” Celestia pulled her mane back to show him his own.

“Then allow me to escort you to a proper dinner this time.” He bowed and gestured down the road.

Catching up to Luna, Gwyn led them to the new district of the city where nearly every creature in Griffonstone had gathered to share in the experience. While every creature was promised a chance to try the food, the initial seating consisted of Gwyn and his close companions, the royal sisters, Fixit and the construction team leads as well as the first thirty creatures in line. It was far from an intimate evening, but Gwyn and Celestia had a wonderful time nonetheless. The food was excellent, given the fairly short span of time the griffon chefs had to prepare. To Gwyn’s great satisfaction, the ponies were just as pleased with the griffon take on their own meals as his own kind was with theirs. Not wanting to hold space for too long, Gwyn and the sisters moved on to let others be seated in their place.

“This turned out spectacularly, Gwyn.” Celestia said as they moved away from the raucous crowd. “And so much fun.”

“Indeed, you all should be very proud of what you have accomplished.” Luna added.

“Thank you both.” Gwyn said graciously. “It has been a long road to this point, but to see them all so happy and engaged makes it worth every ounce of blood and sweat that went into its creation.”

“Gwyn.” Gabby called to him as she and the others came to join them.

“How was everything?” He asked.

“Perfect.” Gilda gave him a thumb up. “I haven’t had fish like that in forever.”

“They have done your vision justice, Prince.” Genevieve patted Gabriel’s back. “Even Gabriel has nothing to complain about.”

“Yes… it is quite the success, Prince.” Gabriel batted her talon away.

“Almost makes it worth all the racket.” Grandpa Gruff twisted his claw in his ear.

“Did you like it, Princesses?” Gabby asked.

“Most certainly.” Celestia smiled. “I have no doubt that in time, it will be held in regard along with the most notable restaurants in Canterlot.”

“I must say, Gwyn.” Luna went to his side. “For all intents and purposes, your vision for Griffonstone seems to be a reality. What is next for you?”

“Well, while it is true that the city itself is basically complete, we still have projects beyond the walls.”

“You still have one major part of the city to complete, my Prince.” Genevieve corrected.

“Yes, the castle.” Gabriel continued. “Prince, before you begin expanding beyond the gates of Griffonstone, I believe it is time that the castle be rebuilt so that you make take your true title as King of Griffonstone.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Gabby clapped her talons together. “To be honest, the city looks kind of naked without something there.”

“Not to mention you’ll have your own place to sleep.” Grandpa Gruff chuckled.

“I… suppose you are correct.” Gwyn conceded.

“Don’t sound so excited.” Gilda laughed.

“If I may, Gwyn.” Celestia came in. “I think that would be a good idea. You have more than proven yourself and your ability to lead this city. Why not make it official?”

Gwyn knew the tide was against him on this one and merely nodded. “Very well.” He accepted. “Allow me some time to design a structure and I will conference with Fixit.” He looked back to Celestia. “In the meantime, would you be interested in seeing the rest of the district?”

“Of course.” Celestia nodded.

Luna pointed out towards the boutique. “Yes, I would very much like to buy a gown as a souvenir of our first trip to the city.”

“Yay, clothes shopping with a Princess.” Gabby bounded.

“Count me out.” Grandpa Gruff hacked as he headed back home.

“For once, I agree with the old one.” Gabriel too, graciously bowed out.

“Old, stubborn males.” Genevieve said, giving Celestia a keen smile.

“They can’t all be raised like Gwyn, I suppose.” Celestia noted with a wink as the group made its way towards the shop.

Chapter 10

Gwyn sequestered himself for nearly a week as he worked on his plans for the castle’s replacement. He sketched palace after palace, some more ornate than others and some more traditional; but while his talons were set to drawing his mind was busy imagining himself as King. Gwyn wondered what he would do, what laws would he would enact, what measures could he take to make sure that this new Griffonstone would last even well beyond his own lifetime. His thoughts seeped their way into his drawings, the lines moving to coincide with his changing opinions. Needing a break, he left his work with an exhausted sigh and took to the streets to get some air. He noticed that while they waited for his decision, the pony workers were wrapping up some side projects which included the communal bath. Gwyn sat upon the eastern wall of the city, looking back as the griffons went about their day with a vigor that was all but lost to them. They greeted one another, asked each other about their day and above all else they were smiling.

“Hey, Gwyn.” Gabby’s voice came from below.

Gwyn looked down to see her and Gilda on the ground. “Hello.” He waved.

“How’re the plans coming?” Gilda asked as they flew up and sat on either side of him.

“They come and go… and come… only to go again.” A thought consumed breath left his beak.

“What’s the problem?” Gabby saw the lost look in his eyes.

“To be truthful, it is because I have put little thought into my actual ascension.” He admitted.

“Wasn’t that the whole point?” Gilda continued.

“No… it wasn’t.” He laughed shortly. “My passion was in seeing the city rebuilt and to repair the griffon nation. I planned for everything, except the day in which I would take the crown. Now that the day is nigh, I realize the immensity of the occasion.” He looked to Gilda with concern. “Gilda, when I am King, will we… still be friends?”

Gilda wasn’t prepared for such an interpersonal question. “Well, yeah… I mean… it’d probably feel a little weird.” Her feathers shuffled.

“Of course we will.” Gabby took over for her flustered friend. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“It is just that the title comes with such… distance.” He turned his gaze to her. “I know that the two of you are unique, you have become as close to me as Gabriel and Genevieve.” He gestured out to the city. “But what of them, I have worked to be at their side… not above them. I don’t see myself as so grand to claim to be.”

“But this is what you were raised for, right?” Gabby queried. “To become our leader.”

“That is what I have been told.” Gwyn nodded.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” Gilda came in, having decided on a train of thought on the subject. “Look, we honestly don’t care what you are… we care about who you are.” She folded her talons. “We were wallowing in greed, anger and bitterness until you showed up. You were the one who helped us pull ourselves up, you were the one who gave us a goal, and you were the one that helped make us happy again.” She looked away from him shyly. “Prince, King, Lord… whatever, we follow you because you’re you, not because of your title; and even when you’re King… you’re still going to be Gwyn as far as I’m concerned.”

“That’s right.” Gabby agreed wholeheartedly. “Changing your title won’t change who you are, or how we see you; and after all we’ve been through together I’m sure the rest of Griffonstone feels the same.” She smiled brightly. “You don’t want to change, do you?”

“Of course not.” Gwyn shook his head. “I love things as they are now, myself included.”

“Well, you’ll be in charge.” Gilda said surely. “You can choose to keep things how you want them. Whatever you decide, we’ll be with you.”

“Definitely.” Gabby gave him a thumb up.

Gwyn smiled, their words bringing him to a conclusion. “Thank you.” He set his talons on top of theirs. “I know what I want to do.” He flew from the wall and headed back to his workspace. Disappearing for another solid day, his mind and talons now worked as one to craft his ideal structure. The next day, with tired eyes, he met with Fixit to present the rough blueprint.

“Prince.” Fixit lowered his head. “I heard you’ve been working non-stop lately.”

“Yes, forgive me for taking so long.” Gwyn said humbly. “Nevertheless, I have completed the base idea for a new castle.”

“Great, let’s take a look.” Fixit accepted the rolled parchement; they headed over to a folding table and he spread out the design. His experienced eyes quickly scanned it, humming in interest as he observed. “This is beautiful, not really what I was expecting though.” He admitted.

“Indeed, I was only able to design this after coming to terms with some things.” Gwyn looked down at his work. “This is most definitely what Griffonstone needs.”

“Alright then.” Fixit nodded. “I’ll get with the other architects and we’ll get started.”

“One thing.” Gwyn halted him. “It is important that access during construction be limited, other than your crew and myself, no creature will be allowed to see the interior until it is complete. I know this is an odd request, but it is an important one.”

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what we do.” Fixit said simply.

“Thank you.” Gwyn suddenly yawned.

“Let me take it from here, Prince.” Fixit could see the rings under his eyes. “You should get some rest.”

“I shall.” Gwyn said with a tired laugh.

Gwyn slept for nearly a full day, having gotten little rest over the last week. When his energy was finally recharged, he embarked on another trip to Canterlot to see Celestia. Welcomed at the castle, he found not Celestia but the Princess of the night in her stead.

“Princess Luna.” He tipped his head.

“Gwyn, what a pleasant surprise.” Luna halted her work and went to him. “We hadn’t expected to see you again so soon.”

“I have just finished the plan for the castle, I merely wished to get away from work for a while.” He confessed.

“Well, sister will be very happy to see you.” Luna motioned for him to follow. “She is currently out at the moment, overseeing an… exotic pet show I believe.”

“That sounds unique.” He smiled.

“Precisely what she said.” Luna laughed. “There was much I was envious of my sister for, times like this were not among them.” She led him to the throne room’s antechamber, offering him a seat and some cool fruit wine while he waited. Luna assured that Celestia would return soon and excused herself to her duties.

Nearly forty minutes later, he heard hurried hoof steps echoing along the marble flooring. “Gwyn.” Celestia stepped into the room.

“Princess.” He stood.

“I apologize if you were waiting long. The event was…” She pulled a long, orange hair from her main. “Well, eventful.”

“Not at all.” He shook his head. “It is not as if I announced my visit.” He kissed her hoof as he always did. “Please, think nothing of it. So, who won?” He asked with a curious smile.

“An adorable and well trained fruit bat.” Celestia informed. “His name was Seedy.” She recounted with a lighthearted giggle as they sat. “It is so nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, Princess.” He nodded. “I’ve spent a good deal of time buried in my work lately so I thought it would be a welcome reprieve to see you.”

“Does this mean that you have decided on a royal home?” She asked.

“Yes.” He confirmed. “Although, I imagine that it will turn out a bit differently than what the others are expecting. Fixit is seeing to its construction as we speak. I united some old griffon designs with some architectural accents inspired by Saddle Arabia.”

“Oh, that sounds beautiful.” Celestia tried to imagine the building. “When it is complete, will you proceed with your coronation?”

“I will.” He smiled. “I hope that you will be able to join us?”

“Of course we will.” She immediately answered. “I would not dare miss the moment. You must be excited.”

“I suppose I am.” He said thoughtfully “Although for different reasons than one might imagine. I had a talk with Gilda and Gabby that put me at ease about many things.”

“Well, you never truly feel prepared.” Celestia noted. “I remember when Luna and I took our place on the thrones. We were young and… honestly terrified.”

“Agreed.” Gwyn concurred. “Even though I was trained to lead, the responsibility of carrying the future of your kin on your back is a heavy one indeed.”

“You have shown that you care more for your fellow griffons than you do even for yourself.” She said with certainty. “Even for the ponies that are with you in Griffonstone. The skills of leadership and royal etiquette can always be learned; but good heart is something that cannot be taught, it must simply be.” Her hoof found its way across the table to this talon. “You have a remarkable heart, Gwyn; not just for a griffon but for any creature.”

“Thank you.” He squeezed her hoof.

Back in Griffonstone, after having talked to Fixit, Gilda looked around for Gabby and the others. She spied Genevieve and Gabriel and quickly landed before them.

“Hey, what’s up with the build site?” She asked. “Did you two even see the plans?”

“No.” Genevieve shook her head.

“Fixit said that Gwyn barred entry to the site to everybody, even us.” Gilda said curtly.

“I see.” Genevieve said, seemingly unbothered by the idea.

“Are you okay with that?” Gilda continued.

“If it is the Prince’s will, then it is not our place to question.” Gabriel said plainly.

“The Prince always has his reasons, Gilda.” Genevieve carried on. “I am certain he does not mean it as an offense.”

“I guess so.” She begrudgingly accepted. “Suppose that means I have some down time then.”

As Gilda flew off, Genevieve slid her eyes over to Gabriel. “What do you think Gwyn is planning? I must admit, such a move is unlike him.”

“I can’t say.” Gabriel admitted. “The Prince has changed a great deal over the past months, I can only imagine that this… surprise… is a reflection of that change.”

“For Gwyn to exclude even the two of us, it must be grand indeed.” Genevieve smiled. “I am looking forward to the occasion.”

Across town, Gabby and Grandpa Gruff sat at the taped off entrance to the castle’s worksite. The base formation of the foundation was beginning to come together as the swarm of ponies worked in concert with efficient speed.

“I wonder what it’ll look like.” Gabby asked. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it will be pretty; Gwyn’s designs are always really beautiful.”

“Ahh, I’ll worry about it when it’s built.” Grandpa Gruff said flippantly. “To be honest, the kid's tastes are a little... fancy for my liking.”

Gabby looked up at him sourly. “Don't you appreciate the artistry?”

"All those little decorations are just more stuffed that needs to be cleaned and dusted, more work for no reason." He grunted. "Keep it simple."

"You have no imagination." Gabby turned her beak up.

Before he could snap back, Gilda descended to Gabby’s side. “Hey.” She plainly greeted.

“Did Genevieve know anything?” Gabby turned her attention to Gilda.

“No, even they’re out of the loop.” Gilda sighed.

“Aw, did the kid hurt your feelings?” Grandpa Gruff chuckled as he turned back towards the city. “Don’t worry about it. He hasn’t let us down yet, has he?”

“Ugh.” Gilda narrowed her eyes as he waddled off.

“He’s not wrong.” Gabby interjected. “How about we go eat? I’m completely addicted to the spicy, fried sea bass.”

“Yeah, fine.” Gilda decided to drop the issue and carry on.

After spending the afternoon together, Gwyn prepared to begin his trip back home. Having taken back the stone that Gabby had left with her, he slid his bag over his shoulder and walked with Celestia to the castle entrance.

“This certainly has been a happy detour.” Celestia sighed. “It was nice to see you again so soon.”

“I feel much the same.” He smiled up at her. “Now, I must dive into the castle’s construction.”

“Have you thought about plans for your coronation ceremony?” She asked.

“I will have it coincide with the castle’s official opening.” He answered. “I was thinking about expanding the affair into an event for all; I want the ponies to share in the occasion as well.”

“I think that is a splendid idea. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

They passed out into the courtyard and into the warm, afternoon air. “I will keep you updated on the situation as things progress.” Gwyn raised his head and gently nuzzled her cheek, dotting it with a kiss. “Till then.”

“Be safe.” Celestia smiled as she returned his affection.

Gwyn darted up and out of the courtyard, soaring high into the air as he waved back down at her. It would be another three months before he would get to see her again, as he focused all his efforts into working on the castle with Fixit. The griffons of the city watched with great interest as the walls of the structure grew higher as the weeks rolled by. Gwyn had asked that Gilda and Genevieve organize the details of his upcoming coronation ceremony and left Gabby, Gabriel and Grandpa Gruff to oversee the celebratory festival that was to accompany the event. As everyone worked, the castle slowly came together; Gwyn’s design offered a more robust appearance with rounded walls and polished domes that shined in the unobstructed daylight that cascaded onto the city. A deal of landscaping was performed and non-native trees and shrubbery were brought in to decorate the courtyard and exterior property line. Once the main structure was complete, the workers disappeared into the interior and what went on inside was left to the city’s imagination. Gwyn broke from time to time to check in with his friends as plans moved along; within the final weeks he ensured that invitations were sent out and any necessary peripherals for the festival were shipped in. Once Gwyn and pony’s work was finished, the next two days were spent in final preparation. On the eve before the big day, everyone was finally able to gather and spend a few quiet moments together. They relaxed at the outdoor seating for Flavor’s Roost and dined under the stars.

“Well, tomorrow is truly the dawn of a new era.” Genevieve said with eyes more excited than usual. “Are you feeling nervous yet, Prince?”

“I’ve been too busy to allow myself nervousness.” Gwyn laughed. “Thank you all for working so hard these last months, tomorrow would not be were it not for your efforts.”

“Happy to help.” Gabby said cheerfully. “Although, it wasn’t easy with these two grumps.” She shifted her eyes between Gabriel and Grandpa Gruff.

“Pssh.” Grandpa Gruff scoffed. “Like it’s any easier being pulled in ten different directions at once by your hyperactive rear end.”

“Quite so.” Gabriel agreed. “Your energy could power an entire city.”

“Sorry I was excited.” Gabby huffed. “You should try it sometime.”

“And what of you, Gilda?” Gwyn shifted his attention to her. “Have you completed your opening address?”

“Uh… yeah.” She nodded half surely. “Not really known for my speeches though.”

“But I can be certain it will honest and from the heart.” He noted.

The server appeared with their meals and they quieted down as they ate. Needing to be up early the next day, it was a short night for them as they sought to rest.

Almost the entirety of the city was up before the sun; any creature operating a festival stand immediately went to work to make sure things were ready for when the visitors arrived. Glenshandra and several others from Cliff Haven made the trip and met with their village’s favorite son. Practically his grandmother, she was a welcome sight on such an occasion. He personally showed them about the city and Glenshandra had to admit how impressive it was since she had last been within the walls. After a snarky reunion with Grandpa Gruff, Gwyn’s attention was stolen away by the arriving Princesses. A few notable faces from Canterlot as well as members of the press had come as well to document the momentous occasion. Twilight arrived via balloon with her friends at her side; as soon as the basket touched down they scattered to take in all the activity. At noon, the citizens and guests flocked to the manufactured stage where Gwyn was finally ready to accept his crown.

Gilda nervously took to the stage with him and looked out over the gathered mass; a hush fell as she took her spot and she swallowed hard. “Um, hey.” She waved; taking a moment to look down at her notes she recalled what Gwyn had said to her last night and crumpled them up. “I haven’t know Gwyn for long, none of us have to be honest.” She began. “But I’ve known him long enough to know he isn’t like other griffons; and that is exactly what we needed. I’m not old enough to remember Griffonstone when it wasn’t a dump and I wasn’t young enough to not notice how awful things were around here… it was bad and we weren’t much better.” A mild grin graced her beak. “Gwyn doesn’t see things as they are though, he sees things as they could be; he saw this city the way it is now even when it was just loose bricks and straw. And he saw us as we are now; a community instead of a city of individuals who couldn’t be bothered with one another.” She looked back at Gwyn. “He’s the real deal, and if Griffonstone is going to have a King again… there isn’t any creature better for the job. I know that whatever he decides for us will be for the best, and I trust him with my future as I'm sure all of you do." Her eyes returned to the crowd. "There really isn't much more to say, so let's get to the good part already."

Gwyn, deeply touched by her words, began the applause as the crowd followed suit. He stepped forward and stood before the elegant case that held his crown. “Thank you, Gilda.” He said as she stepped from the platform. “And thank all of you, for being here to celebrate this moment with me. This moment that was planned from the day of my birth and although seemed forever away, has come even sooner than I expected.” He removed the glass top and exposed the lovely, golden accessory. “I did not make it here alone, I have been blessed with many things and many opportunities; but without those that have been at my side I cannot in good conscious say that I would be standing here now.” He grasped the crown. “I only hope that my decisions as Prince will continue to be as fruitful… as King.” He set the crown on his head and the crowd fervently applauded. He eagerly pointed up the completed castle. “Now then, I am excited to show you the new seat of Griffonstone’s future.” Gwyn proudly led the grand procession up the path to the new castle. Everyone marveled at the beautiful piece of architecture as they drew nearer; the hearty stonework accented by the gold trimmed domes and spires created a unique look that defied convention. The courtyard was expansive and claimed a fountain as its centerpiece, the water feature displaying a brand new statue of Grover to replace the demolished one that rested in the city. The freshly planted shrubbery and flowers that lined the path brightened the gray of the stone and the flag of Griffonstone hung above the massive, oak doors that led inside. Pushing the doors open, everyone filed into the foyer and followed between the stairwells that led to the upper levels and into the throne room. The royal chamber was adorned with banners and other typical decoration, of note though was the lack of a throne; a marble roundtable served as the room’s center with seating for six. Gwyn stood before that table and turned back to his friends, allies and subjects.

“I have little doubt you are confused by what you see.” Gwyn began with a light smile. “Before I offered my design to Fixit, I spent a deal of time thinking about not only the future of Griffonstone, but its past. Griffons are unique creatures, we have a pride and sense of self that is rivaled only by dragons. That lack of humility has led our kind down horrible paths on more than one occasion.” He removed his crown and looked down at it solemnly. “I came to you a Prince that was raised to be a King, both titles that speak of superiority; but I will never claim to be superior. While it may be true that I am capable, that I drew up the plans and paperwork that laid the foundation for this renewed city… I could not nor did I build it alone. I could not have done this without my fellow griffons, or the hardworking ponies of Canterlot, or my friends.” He looked out over the crowd with utmost confidence. “So, I take this time to make my first… and last decree as King of Griffonstone." His statement brought a deal of shock to everyone. "I am hereby forming the Council of Griffonstone, a body that will serve as the ruling administration for our kind. This table will be their seat of power and from it will come your laws, regulations and government.” A bevy of intrigued murmurs followed his words. “As you see, there are six seats. The official appointments for the first Council will be myself, the learned Prince; Genevieve and Gabriel, the scholar and the warrior; Gilda, the cold but well-meaning voice of truth; Gabby, the unbridled and passionate voice of youth; and Grandpa Gruff, the sage voice of wisdom.”

“What?” Gilda’s jaw lowered as the crowed began excitedly chatting. “He’s kidding, right?”

“We’re going to be in charge?” Gabby asked with wide eyes.

“My, how unexpected.” Genevieve laughed mildly.

“Geez, just can’t let me enjoy retirement, can ya kid?” Grandpa Gruff shook his head.

“If this is your wish Prince, I will accept.” Gabriel nodded.

“It is.” Gwyn said surely. “The six of us, representing four generations of griffons, will see to it that what we built together will continue to grow and flourish as the years pass. And when the day comes when a seat is empty…” He gestured to the griffon citizens. “They will see to it that a proper replacement is elected.” Gwyn set his crown down on the table. “With that, I officially declare the title and position of King to be no more. Make your cheers for the new Council of Griffonstone!” He raised his talon and the crowd erupted. His chosen council members approached and gathered around him.

“Gwyn, are you sure about this?” Gilda asked. “I’m not a leader.”

“Gilda.” He took her talon in his. “You have been leading this whole time, since day one. Besides, the burden will not be yours alone, we will be in this together.

“Yeah, whatever happens we can handle it.” Gabby beamed.

“Alright, but I’m not wearing some stuffy uniform or anything.” Gilda noted with a warning smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Gwyn promised.

“It seems our work is not quite done then.” Genevieve mused.

“I do apologize.” Gwyn lowered his head to her. “I know that you sought to raise me to be king; and I understand that in a way, this is a betrayal of the guidance the two of you have given me. But the griffon I am now is only because of what you both gave me growing up; as far as I’m concerned, you both claim just as much right to rule as I do.”

“Thank you, Prince.” Gabriel bowed. “We shall remain at your side as we always have, until the end.”

“Indeed.” Genevieve concurred. “Although, now that you have abandoned your title, I just might feel free to be more forthright with my opinions.” She laughed slyly.

“I welcome it.” Gwyn chuckled as he turned to Grandpa Gruff. “I know this probably isn’t ideal to you, but no griffon deserves more of a chance to make a change in Griffonstone than you do. I promised you that I would make this city a place your family would have loved, now, I offer you the chance to help make it so with your own talons.”

“Eh, not like I had anything else to do anyway.” Grandpa Gruff scratched his head, rolling his eyes off to the distance. “Thanks, kid. I’ll use whatever time I’ve got left to do something good.”

“So what now?” Gabby asked. “What should we do next?”

“I say we save that for our first, official meeting in the morning.” Gwyn patted her shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.” He left the group and headed over to Celestia and Luna.

“Well, I must say that this was a surprise.” Celestia said as he neared.

“Indeed.” Luna nodded. “What you just did took strong resolve.”

“I feel it is for the best.” Gwyn glanced back at the talkative crowd. “I don’t need a title to do what’s best for Griffonstone; and what better time for such a change than with the rebirth of the city. Everything is starting anew now and I trust my friends to see the future a bright one.”

“I look forward to seeing it, Gwyn.” Celestia smiled warmly.

“That being said.” Gwyn looked back to her. “With my title stripped, I… do hope you can still find it in you to consort with a common griffon like me.”

Celestia set her hoof to his chin and brought him into a long kiss. The crowd turned its attention to the sight and began cheering and calling out in response. As Gwyn’s mind registered what happened, Celestia laughed and looked over the sea of prying eyes. “I suppose it is your turn to go through the rumor mill now.”

Gwyn glanced around to see the griffons and ponies pointing over to them and talking excitedly. “I deserve that.” He nodded slowly. “How about we return to the city and commence the festivities proper?” He held his arm out.

“A splendid idea.” Celestia accepted his arm as Gwyn called for everyone to join them back in the streets of the city.
With his title gone, Gwyn was free of the weight of his legacy and with the formation of the Council the griffon nation was truly reborn. A vast sea of possibilities expanded in front of him and he had no concrete idea on where this new path would take him; and the fact that he didn’t know was something he truly loved.

Chapter 3

Gwyn barrel rolled around Genevieve in exuberance as they flew back towards Griffonstone. “Was she not the most enchating creature you have ever seen!?” He asked as he flew at her side.

“She is indeed the visage others claimed, Prince.” Genevieve gave him a look of concern. “Even so, I must ask again if you feel that was a sound move to make at such an important junction.”

“I understand your position.” Gwyn nodded. “But I simply could not help myself, I was so overwhelmed just being in her presence.” He sailed over to Gabriel. “Besides, did you not see how impressed she was with my work? Not to mention she invited us to stay for lunch.”

“I would be inclined to believe a certain amount of common courtesy between royalties would be a factor in some of this, Prince.” Gabriel said squarely.

Gwyn frowned at their lack of enthusiasm. “Well, I felt that things went well.”

“We do not say this to discourage you, Prince.” Genevieve flew closer. “Only to provide perspective.”

“I know.” Gwyn sighed. “Thank you both. But my personal affairs aside, we can at least be sure we are bringing grand news to Griffonstone.”

“Most definitely.” She concurred.

“When we return, may I ask that the two of you to return to our village and retrieve a coffer of bits to pay the pony workers?”

“It will be done, Prince.” Gabriel assured.

Upon finally reaching Griffonstone they flew back down into the castle; Gilda was laying on the floor reading a cookbook she had found in the castle library.

“Gilda?” Gwyn eyed her curiously as they landed.

“Oh, hey Prince.” She closed her book. “How did the trip go?”

“Excellent… what exactly are you doing?” He asked.

“Me?” She sat up. “Gabby wanted to play hide and seek to pass the time, she’s been hiding for about an hour now.” A yawn left her as she stretched. “Did the Princesses OK the plan?”

“They did.” Gwyn nodded. “The gate of opportunity has opened and we are free to move forward.”

“Awesome. So what’s the plan now?”

“Our pony allies will be here in two days’ time, we must prepare so that work can begin as soon as they arrive.”

“Just tell me what to do.” Gilda said with a shrug.

“You and I will report to the city.” He informed.

“Prince, if you wish the bits then we should be on our way.” Gabriel suggested.

“Of course, thank you.” Gwyn tipped his head to them. “Be safe in your travel.”

“Always, Prince.” Genevieve promised as she and Gabriel flew up and out of the castle.

As Gwyn waved to them a voice echoed around he and Gilda. “Hey!” Gabby stormed into the throne room. “You weren’t even looking for me were you?”

Gilda glanced over at her with a smirk. “Reverse psychology kid… I just found you.”

Gabby pouted. “I don’t think that’s how the game works.” She said sourly as she joined them.

“Ah, Gabby. Perfect timing.” Gwyn took her shoulder with a smile. “I have need of you.”

Gabby cheered at the request. “With what?”

“Gabriel and Genevieve will be returning with funds for the ponies, but I require that you take some and return to Canterlot tomorrow. I have some errands I would ask you to run.”

“Sure.” Gabby’s bright eyes filled with enthusiasm.

“Let us get to work then.” Gwyn hopped into the air with them and headed out into the city.

In Equestria, the following dawn, Celestia found herself quite busy. After breakfast she sequestered herself in a long meeting with summoned contractors to give them instructions for the Griffonstone project. The meeting ran into the early afternoon; rather exhausted from the conference, she went to the throne room to relax but instead walked into a veritable garden of floral arrangements.

“What in the world is all this?” She panned her gaze around in shock.

“Ah, sister.” Luna hailed from her throne, a large box of chocolates held in her magic.

“Luna, what’s going on?”

“These are gifts from your would-be husband.” She explained.

“All of them?”

“They’ve been arriving steadily since this morning.” Luna popped another candy in her mouth as she went to her sister’s side. “From what I understand, a young griffon arrived in the city and has been running around placing orders in Gwyn’s name.”

Celestia sighed and rubbed her forehead. “This is unbelievable.” She happened to look over to the corner and gasped. “Is… is that a fountain?”

“A white chocolate fountain to be precise.” Luna said as she chewed on a piece of nougat.

“I suppose those were meant for me as well?” Celestia asked, eyeing the box of candy.

“Well… yes.” Luna admitted. “But you said you wished to refrain from sweets so…” Celestia ripped the box from Luna’s magic with her own, immediately tossing three pieces into her mouth as she went to her throne. “Come now sister, don’t be like that.” Luna followed after her. “I think this is rather sweet, like a school boy trying to impress his first crush.”

“Perhaps, but look at all of this.” Celestia gestured around the room.

“Your highness?” An elegant voice drifted through the chamber as a mare entered bearing a long black box.

“Oh, here is another one.” Luna noted.

“Yes.” Celestia bid her to approach.

“My name is Rough Cut, I represent the 24 Karat jewelry company.” She introduced. “I came to personally deliver this exquisite necklace ordered on behalf of Prince Gwyn.” She presented the box. Celestia brought it over to her and opened it; inside was a beautiful chain decorated with a number of gems. “That is one of our most lavish pieces, he certainly has fine taste, your majesty.” She bowed and excused herself.

“Oh my.” Luna went to her side and admired the necklace. “That is lovely.”

“It is.” Celestia said with troubled eyes.

“You don’t seem pleased.” Luna saw the look on her face.

“I’m not exactly comfortable accepting all of this.” She admitted. “I just hope this stays within Canterlot.”

A flash of purple light burst before the sisters and a wild eyed Twilight appeared. “You’re getting married!?” She immediately shouted.

“Twilight?” Celestia held her hoof to her chest in surprise. “I’m… no… how did you even hear about this?”

“It’s in all the papers.” Twilight handed her a copy of the Ponyville Daily.

Celestia took it with her magic. “The Princess Bride?” She read the headline, sitting back in her throne with an exasperated sigh. “I am not getting married, Twilight.”

“Whew.” Twilight wiped her brow. “I knew this had to be some kind of misunderstanding.” She laughed. “I mean, you can’t get married you’re… you.”

“I…” Celestia paused her thought and eyed her former pupil. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

Twilight looked up at her with a wide, innocent grin. “Uh… just that…. you know…” She twiddled her hooves.

“I believe that she feels no creature will ever be good enough for her treasured mentor.” Luna said with a quiet smile.

“Well if you’re really not getting married, then what's going on?” Twilight asked.

“Prince Gwyn has his heart set on me.” Celestia explained. “He made a public declaration that he intends to court me; while I am open to getting to know him better… this is starting to get out of hoof.” She pointed around the room. “As you can see.”

Twilight spun around and observed the menagerie of presents. “Geez.”

“He said he would return in a few days.” Celestia continued. “I’m going to have to have a talk with him about all this.”

“Come sister, you should at least try to enjoy being spoiled.” Luna began rummaging in a nearby pile of boxes. “Here, how about you relax in your new hoof massager.”

“My what?” Celestia asked in confusion.

“It is the latest thing for the home spa.” Luna detailed as she showed her the box. “Three speeds and a heating feature.”

“Ooh.” Twilight flew in for a closer look.

“Well, that does look nice.” Celestia conceded with a light smile.

Back in Griffonstone, Gwyn and Gilda stood before every able bodied griffon in the city at the foot of the old castle.

“Fellow griffons.” He began. “As you know, full scale operations will begin tomorrow. With this final day to prepare, we will be emptying out the castle so that its demolition can proceed undaunted. Remove all the broken furniture, window coverings, artwork and what have you from the rooms. You are welcome to whatever is salvageable, but do be civil about it; Gilda will be available to keep any disputes peaceful.” Gilda scowled at the crowd and cracked her knuckles. “Come, with all of us together we will make quick work of this task.” The griffons followed him inside and got to work. Gwyn took this opportunity to see how well the griffons could work together and for the most part things appeared smooth. As promised he labored right alongside them, occasionally breaking to fly around the castle to monitor the situation. On one such round he spied three younger griffons hiding in the shade of a canopy in the rear garden. They jumped as he swooped down and landed before them.

“P…Prince Gwyn!” One of them shouted in surprise.

He looked up at the midday sun in thought before smiling down at them serenely. “Your cover here is not unlike Griffonstone. It provides shelter and protection but only because it is held together by strong stitching.” He raised his talon to the canopy. “For Griffonstone… we are the threads that form that stitching, holding it all together so that every griffon can enjoy it.” He drew his nail across the cover, tearing it. “But if even a single thread falters it quickly comes undone.” He held his talon down to the griffon in the middle. “Would you allow yourselves to be that thread?”

“No.” The griffon took his talon and Gwyn pulled him up. “Sorry Prince, won’t happen again.”

“Yeah.” The others said as they stood.

Gwyn firmly took his shoulder. “Then let us return to work, shall we.” They nodded and flew back up with him into the castle.

Gilda’s own patrol was interrupted by the sounds of squabbling. She circled in the air and flew down, hovering over a pair of griffons arguing over an ornate rug. “Hey you feather brains! What’s the problem!?”

“I found this rug first, I’m going to put in my house.” The agitated female squawked.

“You did not!” The other protested. “You tried to take it the moment I walked out of the room!”

Gilda slapped her talon to her face with a growl as they continued to bicker. “Zip it!” She shouted. “Look, there’s only one fair way to resolve this.” She flexed her arm, her sharp claw glistening in the sunlight.

“Are… you going to cut the rug in half… so we can each have a piece?” She asked nervously.

“No, I’m going to cut both of you in half and share a piece with the rug!” She glared at them. “Now quit screwing around and get back to work!” The griffons dropped the rug and hurried back into the castle.

High above the action, Gabriel chuckled to himself as he and Genevieve watched the scene. “I’ve grown to appreciate that Gilda girl.” He smiled, a rare event for him.

“That is far from surprising; she is just like you when you were that age.” Genevieve laughed quaintly. “Though I cannot deny her effectiveness. Between her and Gwyn, the citizens are doing an admirable job staying on task.”

“Let us hope they maintain this fervor when the ponies arrive.” Gabriel agreed but maintained his cautious optimism.

With only a few minor hiccups more, the work came to a successful end. Gwyn thanked and congratulated the griffons on their first collaborative effort in ages. As dirty and sweaty as they were, the flame of pride in what they had accomplished was kindled. Gwyn encouraged them to eat and rest well, as the real labor would begin the following day.

Gabby returned not long after, eager to report her day to Gwyn. She walked into the stark castle and started searching for him. “Hello?” Even her normal speaking voice echoed in the now empty structure.

“Young Gabby.” Genevieve called to her from down the master hallway. “You have returned I see.”

“Yep.” She jumped up and glided down the hall to her. “Mission accomplished.” She said proudly.

“I am certain the Prince will be happy to hear.” She gestured into the hall leading towards the eastern wing. “He is this way.” Genevieve led her to the only furnished room remaining; Gwyn, Gabriel and Gilda were inside eating.

“Gabby.” Gwyn smiled eagerly. “How did everything go in Canterlot?”

“I got all the stuff you wanted me to and had it sent to the Princess.” She nodded soundly.

“Excellent, thank you milady.” He scooted over so she could sit with them at the modest table. “Please, you must be hungry by now.”

“Thanks.” Gabby sat at his side.

Gwyn looked up at the ancient stone walls. “Tonight will be the last moon this place sees. It is an odd feeling that this is finally happening.”

“It’ll be weird not to see it anymore.” Gabby admitted.

“It’ll be better.” Gilda rephrased.

Gwyn smiled and raised his cup. “It will be both.” The others raised cups as well. “To the future of Griffonstone.”

“To Griffonstone!” They shouted in unison as they drank.

Author's Note

This chapter is admittedly a bit shorter, but that is due to me cutting out a piece with intent to move it to the next chapter. Doing this makes the flow feel more even in my eyes and I want to expand the scene to give it more weight.

Chapter 6

As the day waned on the Prince and Princess’ long talk, they walked back down into Griffonstone while the day’s work began to come to a close.

“This was nice, Gwyn.” Celestia watched the workers pack up.

“It was indeed.” He agreed.

“I should be heading back though.” She noted as they stopped near the city square. “I must lower the sun soon.”

“Of course.” He stepped around in front of her and lowered his head. “Thank you, Princess; for being willing to forgive this foolish bird.”

“It is in the past now.” She raised his head with her hoof. “I only wish to look forward to the future.”

“When next I am free, would you care to get together again?” He asked. “We could do whatever you like, preparation free.” He laughed.

“That sounds delightful.” Celestia giggled. “Till then.” She spread her wings and lifted off, soaring out over the city and down the mountain.

“Prince?” Genevieve’s voice called to him.

“Ah, Genevieive.” He sat. “You’ve returned.”

“I returned some time ago.” She sat beside him. “I imagined that the Princess would come here after we spoke. I hope you are not upset that I was so forthright with her about you, my Prince.”

“No.” He shook his head. “If anything, I owe you an apology. You were right from the start and yet I was not wise enough to listen.”

“Wisdom has no place in the world of emotion, Prince.” She stated. “There were no words we could offer you that would deter your heart. All we could do was allow things to play out; even so, I am still sorry things did not work out as you had hoped.”

“It is alright.” He smiled. “Things are… different, but I cannot say I am unhappy. The fact that she was willing to speak to me at all after the breakdown I had in front of her is a miracle in my eyes. She truly is a wonderful creature; and I am happy to have her friendship.”

“I am glad to hear that, Prince.” She stood. “The food preparation is underway and Gilda and Gabby have been worried about you, perhaps we should gather and eat.”

“Yes.” He concurred. “I certainly owe them an explanation.”

They made themselves some plates and found the others gathered over a meal by the side of a warm fire. Gwyn sat beside Gilda who looked him over with a raised brow.

“You okay, Prince?” She asked.

“Yes, I am.” He assured. “I am sorry if I caused you concern.”

“We saw you up there with the Princess, is everything alright?” Gabby queried.

“Well, I lost a wife but gained a friend.” He summarized. “All in all though, it was a welcome trade.”

“Ah, you’re better off, kid.” Grandpa Gruff said through a hard cough.

“Grandpa Gruff.” Gabby glared at him.

“He is not wrong, Gabby.” Gwyn noted. “I feel… different now.”

“How so?” Gilda asked.

“It is hard to describe.” He admitted. “For the first time in my life I am without a plan for something. That should worry me, but in a way I feel… free.” He laughed. “That sounds absurdly backwards, does it not?”

“You were a slave to your own machinations, Prince.” Gabriel spoke up. “You attempted to blueprint your own existence which forced you to live by your own design. With the design gone, you are now free to live in the present with the rest of us.”

“My.” Genevieve smiled at him. “I am not used to you being the profound one.”

“Well.” Gilda shrugged. “Sorry it didn’t work out, but it’s good to have you back.”

“I think you’re glad it didn’t work out.” Gabby grinned.

“Shut it!” Gilda threw a roll at her.

“Knock it off, ya little brats.” Grandpa Gruff scolded.

Gwyn chuckled as he watched them squabble. “Now this feels normal.”

The following dawn, Gwyn went to speak with Fixit for an update on the city’s progress. The lead foreman was giving out instruction, halting as Gwyn approached.

“Morning, Prince.” He lowered his head.

“Good Morning, Fixit. Forgive my absence yesterday, I was… occupied.”

“No trouble at all.” Fixit assured.

“What is our current status?”

“Well.” Fixit looked down the street. “We should have the housing situation settled by the end of the month. I’ve got a team back on the far end of the city, they are starting on the roads to give us a head start.”

“Excellent.” Gwyn nodded. “How are the workers faring?”

“We’ve had a few injuries.” He admitted. “Nothing major, morale is still high though and now that we’ve got pattern the houses are going up quick.”

“Wonderful, I will be here fully now so let us continue undaunted.” Gwyn flew back to the others to reorient himself back into the work load.

Time flew as the end of the month came and went; a day of celebration was taken to rejoice the official completion of the housing project but work was far from done. Another week and a half saw to the completion of the roads within the city limits which meant that it was time to consider the larger projects. During the weeks of activity and labor, Gwyn focused his body on the work but his mind used the time to reassess not only himself but life in general. With his eyes looking at what was in the moment and not in the moments yet to come, he began to see the world in a completely different way. He no longer saw the griffons and ponies working alongside one another as a step in a long process, but as a beautiful assimilation of cultures that had not long ago stood on opposite sides of an impossibly high wall. They sweated together, ate together, laughed together and slept together under the same moon. He also began to open to the nuances of those around him; indulging in Gabby’s childish purity, Gilda’s brutal honesty, Grandpa Gruff’s judgmental but insightful wisdom, Gabriel’s cold impartiality and Genevieve’s broad philosophy to explore new parts of himself. A warm night found him going over notes as he decided where the work should next be focused.

“There you are.” Grandpa Gruff huffed as he waddled over. “Fixit has been asking for you, kid. Wants the details for tomorrow.” He sat beside him.

“Very well, I will go to him shortly.” Gwyn took up a drawing. “I believe I know what we shall do next. I will have them focus on clearing the unkempt east edge of Griffonstone’s plateau. There we shall build the foundations for our city's new commercial hub, first and foremost will Griffonstone’s first restaurant. It will be a deal of work, new wells will have to be dug and I will have to secure all the necessary elements and appliances… but it will allow us to begin feeding ourselves instead of relying solely on the pony catering crews.”

“Good idea, I’m getting sick of pony food anyway.” Grandpa Gruff patted his stomach. “We could do with some fish.”

“That does sound rather good right now.” Gwyn laughed. “I also came up with this, if you would look it over.” He passed Grandpa Gruff the drawing.

“Eh.” Grandpa Gruff took it and zeroed in his eye on the image of a grand, marble bath filled with griffons. An elegant fountain served as the centerpiece and the rim was decorated with all types of flora. “What is this supposed to be?” He asked.

“I realized lately that I have been designing a city based solely on function and necessity… but not much heart.” Gwyn admitted. “The griffons don’t just need a city, they need a community; with elements that bring us closer together. I got the idea for this while talking with Gabby, it’s a communal bath.” He pointed to the fountain. “The fountain at the center serves not only as a work of art but as a filtration system. This is a place for friends and family to come together and relax.” He looked to the old griffon. “What do you think?”

Grandpa Gruff shook his head and returned the drawing. “You can count me out, but that looks like something the rest would get a kick out of.”

Gwyn nodded with an understanding chuckle. “Fair enough.” He stood. “One of these days I will dream up something that will suit your fancy.”

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid.” Grandpa Gruff retorted with a light smile as Gwyn flew back towards the center of the city.

Come daylight, Fixit and the main body of the workforce headed beyond the eastern wall towards the undeveloped span of mountain where Gwyn wished to expand.

“We’ll have to knock down the wall and begin laying road out this way.” Fixit looked around as they walked. "The unicorns can start with the demo and removal of the natural debris; and we’ll need a survey to see how much grading we need to do to make the site level.” The middle of the planned area was filled with boulders and overgrowth, Fixit whistled as he imagined the work ahead of them. As they idled, a deep and lengthy hiss echoed around them; startled by the noise the crew began to look about nervously.

“What was that?” One of the crew asked to anypony that could answer.

“I… don’t know.” Fixit admitted. “Move out of the area.” He instructed.

As they attempted to fall back, a long and scaled form blocked their exit. The head of a giant snake, adorned with sharpened antlers and a black mane rose from the rocks. The gathered workers screamed, the sound carrying along the mountainside and back into Griffonstone where the keen ears of the avian species picked it up.

Gilda stopped dead in her tracks. “You hear that, Gwyn?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “Something is wrong. Let us go.” With the others beside him, Gwyn flew from the city and sped eastward. They soon spied the trapped ponies below, the unicorns firing ineffective blasts of magic trying to keep the massive serpent at bay.

“Holy bits.” Grandpa Gruff’s eye widened. “A stag viper.”

“A what!?” Gabby asked.

“Haven’t seen one of them in decades.” The old griffon pointed down at the creature. “It’s poisonous, if it even scratches one of them with its fangs it’s over.”

“Gabriel.” Gwyn glanced over at him.

“Yes, Prince.” Gabriel tore his cloak off and rapidly descended on the beast, he flew under its jaw and opened a massive wound on its neck with his talon. It lashed out in pain, attempting to spear the griffon with its antlers. Gabriel effortlessly maneuvered through the branching protrusions and dragged his claws down the length of its body, shredding the scales to ribbons. Catching its tail, he flew back towards the sky and upended the reptile, exposing the soft belly. With a final dive he plunged his nails into the main artery, opening a fatal wound and ending the threat. He leapt from the twitching serpent and landed before the ponies; with a quick swipe of his talons the blood flew from them, leaving them clean.

“Well done, Gabriel.” Gwyn praised as they landed at his side, he returned the cloak and Gabriel immediately put it back on.

“A simple matter, Prince.” He adjusted the neckline.

“Whoa.” Gilda eyed him in wonder. “Gabriel’s a complete beast.”

“Did you think we kept him around because of his winning personality?” Genevieve jested. “Gabriel is perhaps one of the most formidable griffons alive.”

Gwyn hurried to Fixit and the pony workers. “Are you okay, is any creature injured?”

“No, Prince.” He looked over at the fallen monster. “You got here just in time.”

“I am sorry, we should have scouted the area first.” He apologized. “I had no idea such a creature could be living here.”

“Well, we’re alive so no harm done” Fixit laughed. “Definitely got the blood pumping.”

“What do we do with it?” Gabby slowly approached the still snake, kicking it lightly.

“I say we make it dinner.” Grandpa Gruff suggested. “That’s a lot of stew you’re looking at, girl.”

“A fine idea.” Gwyn nodded. “Call the griffons from the city to retrieve it, it will serve as a fine treat for them.” He turned back to Fixit. “You are of course welcome to enjoy it as well.”

“Eh, thank you Prince.” Fixit smiled politely. “Not really part of the pony diet though.”

“Oh, I suppose not.” Gwyn chuckled.

Fixit and his crew spent the day prepping the area for development and Gwyn had griffons patrol the area to ensure no more surprises lay in wait. In the meantime, Grandpa Gruff instructed a team of griffons on the descaling, cleaning and preparation of the giant snake’s meat; imparting to them an old stew recipe from the bygone days of his youth. As day turned to night, the smell of it began to fill the city and upon the workday’s conclusion the griffons were eager to feast on the rare delicacy. Gwyn ensured the Gabriel, having slain the beast, was given the first dish. While the city enjoyed dinner, Gilda went to Gabriel and sat by his side.

“Hey, uh… I was wondering.” She began. “What you did this morning was awesome. Do you think… you could teach me to fight like that?”

Gabriel looked down at her. “No.” He answered simply.

“Huh?” She narrowed her eyes. “Why not?”

“You are already a strong girl, Gilda.” Gabriel noted. “In both heart and will; I will not corrupt that by turning you into a killer.” He rose and went on his way.

“H... hey!” Gilda stood.

“Gilda.” Genevieve called to her.

Gilda turned back to see her and Gabby sitting nearby; she went to them and sat beside her. “Yeah?”

“Do not take his dismissal the wrong way.” Genevieve laid her talon to her shoulder. “He appreciates your admiration, he has expressed a mutual like of you as well.”

“Then why won’t he teach me?” She asked.

“Because he does not want you to be like him.” She explained. “Gabriel, like Gwyn, was raised to fill a role. For Gabriel though, that role was to be the defender of Cliff Haven. For him to be as he is now, he sacrificed much; but in doing so he kept the village fed through his hunting and safe through his countless battles against the wild beasts of the mountain.” She thought far back to their youth. “He and I grew up alongside each other. I admit that I was quite fond of him when we were young; but combat and survival was all he knew and all he could offer his home, needless to say our relationship remained platonic.” She sighed in reflective thought. “Still, when Gwyn was brought into the world it was decided that he would be my aid in raising him. There was no griffon better to act as my counterweight on the scale of the Prince’s life.” She laughed. “You should have seen him in the beginning, he had no idea what to do with a hatchling much less how to interact with one; it was like watching a Manticore play with a puppy.” Genevieve looked across the way at Gabriel, who was helping himself to another bowl. “But Gwyn has done as much for him as he for Gwyn. Raising the Prince has softened his heart, even though he would never admit it aloud.”

“Wow.” Gabby absorbed the story. “I never would have guessed that there was so much to him.”

“As for you, Gilda.” Genevieve continued. “He will not teach you because he cares enough not to lead you down that path.”

Gilda looked down at her talon. “I guess I understand.” She smiled. “He’s pretty cool.”

“Come on.” Gabby hopped up and took her talon. “Let’s go get some more stew before it’s gone. Grandpa Gruff’s recipe is really good.”

“Statistically he’d have to be good at something.” Gilda barbed as she was pulled along.

Genevieve watched the girls off with a light laugh, her eyes surveying the festive evening. Eventually, Gabriel returned to her side and sat with her. “Welcome back.”

“What exactly did you tell them?” He asked, seeing that she had called Gilda over.

“Only the truth.” Genevieve answered him in her usual, cryptic fashion. “She has come to look up to you these past months.”

“As Gabby has with you.” He noted.

“Perhaps we are inadvertently training our replacements.” She mused.

“A secure retirement for you.” He chortled, stopping as he saw her intense eyes glaring at him.

“Are you suggesting that I am old?” She toned.

He coughed lightly, adverting his eyes from her. “Of course not.” While wild beasts and monsters caused him no fear, Genevieve most certainly did.

Chapter 8

As Gwyn had predicted, Gilda truly came into her own as the months passed. To Gwyn, she and Gabby were practically his right and left talons. Despite her abrasiveness and sharp tongue, the griffons and ponies alike had come to hold her in high regard and this reality did not go unnoticed by her. After the morning’s breakfast, she headed for the eastern worksite which was now being developed.

“Morning Gilda.” One of the ponies hailed as she walked through the site.

“Hey Anvil, plan on working with both hooves today?” She grinned.

“Ouch.” He laughed. “You’re a hard lady to please.”

“Better believe it.” Gilda agreed with a sure nod. She made her way over to Fixit who was surveying the area as the teams headed to work.

“Hey, Gilda.” He greeted.

“How’s it going, Fixit?” She asked.

“Good, most of the concrete foundations have finally set so we’re ready to start framing.” He nodded as he looked over the expansive plot of land.

“We still set on supplies and materials?” Gilda continued. “It’s been nearly a week since the last shipments arrived from Canterlot.”

“We’re good for now.” Fixit sucked his teeth in thought. “But the next delivery should have been here by now.”

“I’ll look into it.” Gilda assured.

“There is one other thing.” Fixit noted. “We’ve been here for going on half a year now, I think it’s about time we let the workers have a week to return home; you know, rest up and see their families.”

“I’ll talk to Gwyn.” She promised. “I’m sure he’ll agree with you on that one.”

“Thanks.” He took up his hard hat. “Guess I’d better get back to it.” Fixit headed back to work with a smile.

Gilda flew back into the city limits to search for Gwyn until a familiar voice halted her efforts.

“Wow.” Rainbow Dash whistled at the sight of the city.

“Dash?” Gilda turned back to see her old firend admiring the remodel.

“Hey, Gilda.” She leapt into the air and glided over to Gilda’s side. “Been a while.”

“Yeah.” Gilda hugged her. “Good to see you, Dash.”

“I heard about the Prince and the whole to-do with Griffonstone; I figured it would be a good time to visit and see just what’s been going on.” Rainbow Dash held her hooves out. “But this… this is awesome. I didn’t even recognize the place.”

“I know.” Gilda nodded. “I’ve been watching it happen so slowly I guess the shock is lost on me.”

“How about you show me around?”

“I would but… I’m a little busy.” Gilda admitted.

“Oh, they putting you to work?” Rainbow Dash laughed.

“Actually, I work directly with Gwyn… uh… the Prince.”

“What!?” She asked in great surprise.

“Yeah, he took Gabby and I on as his personal assistants.” Gilda explained. “I’ve been in charge of handling things around the city for him and keeping up communications with the work crews.”

Rainbow Dash had to stop and absorb the idea. “Well, look at you. Gone from local grump to royal aide.”

“It’s… been a pretty wild ride.” Gilda chuckled, rubbing the back of her head.

“Gilda.” Gwyn called to her as he fell from the sky.

“Hey, Gwyn.” Gilda held her talon out to her friend. “This is my old friend, Rainbow Dash. The one I told you about.”

“I see.” Gwyn smiled and tipped his head. “It is a pleasure, miss.”

“Same here.” Rainbow Dash bowed.

“Gwyn, Fixit mentioned that he thinks it’s about time for a little vacation for the workforce.” Gilda detailed. “I told him I’d run it by you.”

“Ah, I forget how much time has passed already.” Gwyn nodded. “I will see to him.”

“Well, I guess if you’re busy I can split.” Rainbow Dash sighed in disappointment.

“Nonsense.” Gwyn refuted. “If you have come to see Gilda, then by all means.”

“Are you sure?” Gilda asked.

“Of course.” He lightly held her shoulder. “You have been working non-stop since we started. If any creature deserves a day off it is you, milady. I will handle things in your stead.”

“Thanks.” Gilda smiled. As Gwyn flew away, she eagerly turned back to Rainbow Dash. “Okay, I’ll show you what we’ve got done so far.”

“Cool, let’s go.”

Gilda guided Rainbow Dash around the city, taking her into her own remodeled home to show off the new design. Along the way she detailed her first meeting with the Prince and how her involvement in everything progressed over time. As the tour ended, they landed on the empty foundation of the old castle which still offered a beautiful view of Griffonstone. Gilda sat and looked out over everything, realizing she never took the time to just stop and admire what they had accomplished so far. “Gwyn was right.” She said, half aloud. “It does feel nice to be proud of your home.”

“I’m really glad to see that you’re doing so well now.” Rainbow Dash sat beside her. “You’ve definitely done a lot of growing… although I’m right behind you on that one.” She laughed.

“That’s for sure.” Gilda smirked. “Never pegged you for a teacher, professor dweeb." She teased.

“Me either.” She admitted. “It just kind of happened… so much has just happened over the past few years I’ve lost track.” A whimsical smile crossed her face. “Guess we really aren’t just a couple of young, show-offs anymore.”

“Gee, thanks for coming all this way just to make me feel old.” Gilda socked her in the foreleg.

“Haha, sorry.”

“It isn’t that bad.” Gilda shrugged. “I mean, trying to spread friendship up here wasn’t going so hot; at least not until Gwyn showed up and offered us something real. At first I was as skeptical as everybody else but now, for the first time in a long time I feel like I have direction in life… not just getting by day by day.” She chuckled. “If that’s what getting older means then I can live with it.”

They sat silent for a few reflective moments before Rainbow Dash began to sniff the air. “Hey, something smells good.”

“It’s getting late, they must be starting on dinner.” Gilda observed as she stood. “Want to stick around to eat? You can meet the others.”

“Sure, I'm starving.”

As the sun lowered and the workers returned from the site, Gilda walked Rainbow Dash through the food line and met back up with Gwyn and the rest of her friends. Sitting amonst them, Gilda began introductions.

“Dash, this is Genevieve and Gabriel; they’re basically Gwyn’s family.” She grabbed Rainbow Dash’s shoulder. “This is my friend Rainbow Dash, we went to junior flight school together.”

“A pleasure, Ms. Rainbow Dash.” Genevieve said as she and Gabriel lowered their heads to her.

“I’m sure you’ve heard about Gabby.” Gilda noted.

“Yeah, Scoots told me about you.” Rainbow Dash recalled the story of the honorary CMC.

“And of course you remember Grandpa Gruff.” Gilda casually gestured over to the old griffon.

“Hard to forget a face like that.” Rainbow Dash chortled.

“How is Gallus doing at your fancy school?” Grandpa Gruff asked.

“Great.” She nodded. “A little rough around the edges but he’s an awesome student.”

“Well, we are honored to have you here, milady.” Gwyn noted. “It is nice to meet one of Gilda’s friends.”

“Still hard to believe she’s practically running things around here.” Rainbow Dash shook her head as she ate.

“I have few words for how indispensable she and Gabby have been in our work here.” Gwyn praised.

“Th…thanks.” Gilda wriggled shyly. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“Ah, she’s blushing.” Gabby pointed out.

“Zip it, pipsqueak.” Gilda furrowed her brow.

“So, how much more work do you guys have left?” Rainbow Dash asked through a mouthful.

“Oh, months without a doubt.” Gwyn answered. “After the eastern site is complete, the new businesses will have to be outfitted, stocked and employed. Then there is the matter of paving the mountain roads, the open air marketplace and the transportation airship.” His eyes perked as he recalled something. “Speaking of which, we will indeed be ceasing work for the next week as Fixit requested. We are at a good point to stop for now and the ponies most definitely deserve a break from all of this.”

“Does that mean we’re on vacation too?” Gabby asked.

“Indeed, take the time to rest and revitalize yourselves.” He nodded.

“Good, I can catch up on my naps.” Grandpa Gruff huffed. “It’ll be nice to go a few days without hearing hammering, sawing and magical explosions.”

“Hey, why don’t you come back to Cloudsdale with me?” Rainbow Dash rustled Gilda’s wing. “We can spend some time down by the academy and I can show you what’s been up with the Wonderbolts.”

“Sure, beats hanging around here.” Gilda shrugged. “You can crash with me and Gabriel tonight.”

“Ooh, I’ll head back to Ponyville.” Gabby said eagerly. “I want to share what’s been happening with Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.”

“What of you, Prince?” Genevieve looked over to Gwyn. “How will you spend this brief reprieve?”

“Actually, I thought we would return to Cliff Haven tomorrow.” Gwyn suggested. “I wish to speak with Glenshandra.”

“I see.” Genevieve smiled. “I am certain she will be happy to see you again, Prince.”

“If we are going to be parting ways for a time, I suggest we enjoy the night even more.” Gwyn recommended as he looked over his friends.

With the others having already left early in the morning; Gwyn, Genevieve and Gabriel set out for Cliff Haven. The virtually hidden village of griffons rested far down the opposite side of the mountain. Gwyn had not honestly thought about his birth home since he had arrived in Griffonstone; but after the humbling incident with Celestia his mind began to drift back to his quiet home. A smile came to him as the straw roofs of the modest, wooden homes came into view. The moment they landed, the close knit community came to greet them. Even the strict, disciplined nature of Genevieve and Gabriel sloughed away as they found themselves once again surrounded by those so close to them. Noticing the crowd; Glenshandra, matriarch of Cliff Haven, made her way over to investigate. She smiled at the sight of Gwyn and beckoned him over.

“I was wondering who was causing such a fuss.” She held her talons open.

“Glenshandra.” Gwyn immediately went to her, accepting her embrace.

“The destined son of Cliff Haven returns.” She held him tightly. “Far earlier than expected, is everything alright?”

“Quite so.” Gwyn nodded. “Even now, Griffonstone stands in a state is has not seen in generations.”

“That is wonderful news, young Prince.”

“How have things been here since we departed?” He asked.

“Well, at first it was an adjustment having given up our eager young Prince.” She laughed and glanced back to Genevieve and Gabriel. “Not to mention our sharpest mind and sharpest talon. But things are well.”

“We are glad.” Genevieve noted in relief. “We were indeed a bit concerned.”

“So what is it that brings about this return?” Glenshandra inquired.

“Work has ceased for the next week, as such I wished to return here to speak with you.” Gwyn answered.

“Well then, please join me in my home and we can talk all you wish.” She started back towards her ornately decorated home. She and Gwyn left the others to enjoy their trip home and convened around her quaint dining table. “So, how are the griffons of Griffonstone?” She asked as she sat. “Are they still bound by their endless greed for bits?”

“At first, yes.” Gwyn admitted. “It took some doing, but they eventually came around. They are not the griffons you once knew.” He nodded solemnly. “In fact, I am no longer the griffon you once knew.”

“Is that so?” She eyed him in interest.

“I learned something very difficult and yet very valuable in recent months. It forced me to re-look at everything about myself and my goals. With the example set by my new friends, I feel as if I am an entirely new griffon now.”

“You got your heart broken, didn’t you?” She asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

“I… yes.” He nodded.

Glenshandra laughed lightly. “That does tend to be a humbling experience, especially for a Prince.”

“Indeed, but in spite of the pain it caused I am much happier with how things are now. The Princess and I are still on excellent terms and all is not lost, but whatever happens will happen naturally and not because of some formulaic calculation on my part.”

“My.” She smiled warmly. “How much you’ve grown in such a short time. Leaving the isolation of this village has done wonders for you, Gwyn.”

“Which is why I am here now.” He said surely. “Griffonstone has changed, the griffons have changed… I would like you all to return with me and rejoin your brothers and sisters. It would be safer for you all and you have my word that the quality of your lives shall improve tenfold.”

“Oh, the quality of our lives eh?” She chuckled. “Gwyn, my life here has been of the highest quality.”

“I didn’t mean to insinuate…”

“I know.” She assured with a calming wave. “I know what you mean and I appreciate the offer, but Cliff Haven is our home and I can safely speak for all when I say that life in a city is just not for us.” She sighed. “I know that our ancestors came here to escape the corruption of Griffonstone, and I am happy to learn that it has amended its ways, but that division is not why we continue to remain here; we do so because we love our home just as you are teaching them to finally love theirs.” She reached over and tapped his beak. “This will always be your home too, even when you finally ascend to the throne. You will be the bridge between the two and we will always be here if you need us.”

Gwyn smiled in concession. “I understand, Glenshandra. Thank you.”

“Besides, as the eldest griffon I have little desire to uproot.” She added.

“Actually, you are no longer officially the eldest griffon.” Gwyn said with a laugh. “I have found one much older and far more set in his ways. His name is Grandpa Gruff and…”

“Griswold?” Her eyes lit up.

“Pardon?”

“One eye, wears a silly little hat?”

“You… know him?”

“Ha ha, to think that angry old buzzard is still alive.” She cheerfully mused.

“How do you know him?” Gwyn asked.

“He was here for a time, long before even Genevieve or Gabriel were born.” She explained. “He had just…” She stopped and sighed. “That is not my story to tell.”

“He did surprise me by saying he knew of Cliff Haven.” Gwyn recalled his initial talks with him.

“Do give him my regards.” She asked.

“I shall.” Gwyn promised.

For the next few hours Gwyn told her all of what had happened to him since he left; he detailed Gilda and Gabby, what happened with Celestia and of his culinary adventure down restaurant row. He told her of Fixit and the multitude of ponies that now worked side by side with the griffons and of his future plans for the rest of the city. As the hour grew late, and having received his answer, Gwyn bid Glenshandra farewell with a vow to again return to see her and the others. Reconvening with Genevieve and Gabriel, the trio began to prepare for their return trip.

“Prince.” Gabriel approached. “Before we return to Griffonstone, there is something about which we must speak while we are away from their eyes and ears.”

“Of course.” Gwyn gave him his attention. “What is it, Gabriel?”

“I have kept my concerns over your growing familiarity with the griffons of the city to myself, primarily because it has served you well on a personal level. That being said, I worry that you have grown too familiar.”

“How so?” Gwyn asked.

“You walk with them as equals; you allow them to forgo your title and speak to you as casually as you and I are now. While the camaraderie has helped rally them, they are seeing you less and less as a Prince.”

“Am I not a griffon as they are?”

“No Prince, you are not.” Gabriel said plainly. “You are of royal blood and will one day take the throne of Griffonstone. When that day comes, the griffons will need a leader and ruler… not a friend.”

Gwyn considered his words. “You suggest that after all we have been through, they would not follow me when the time comes?”

“It is not that I believe they will not follow you, but the change in dynamic may be so drastic that it leaves them disillusioned. Gilda and Gabby see you as their friend now, when the day comes that you must order them and dictate their daily lives… how do you think they will feel? The old one sees you as a child, one that requires teaching and instruction, do you think he will so readily accept your authority over him?” Gabriel saw the struggle in Gwyn’s eyes at the idea. “I know your heart is kind and I am glad that you have been able to make such bonds, I merely suggest that you consider my words as this is something you truly need to keep in mind, Prince.”

“I… understand, Gabriel.” Gwyn slowly nodded. “I shall.”

“Prince.” Gabriel bowed.

“Are we ready, Prince?” Genevieve asked as she joined them.

“Yes, let us return while the moonlight is with us.” Gwyn took a look back and waved to the griffons before taking to the air. He remained silent for the long, nocturnal flight; his mind mulling over Gabriel’s words and how he would address this potential issue in the future.