Prince Sugar Hoof of Equestria

A warm fire and a bubbling cauldron, there are few things in life as good as these. The cold night air entered through a window as I stirred the cauldron thoroughly. It was almost ready for the experiment to begin, I had all the ingredients finally. My side table was full of jars, bowls, and bottles filled with reagents. Treants stood outside the room, ready for another explosion with shield magic. With a new formula, I was hoping for a miracle.

"32 ounces of chopped sage." I said, levitating the bowl with the parsley over to the cauldron before pouring it in. I was so close last time, and I think what I've done wrong was my overconfidence and lack of a few needed ingredients. The recipe I used last time was, a bottle of liquified anger, Sage, Mandrake, And a Diamond. This time would be different.

"A bottle of life magic and harmony magic mixed together." I levitated the crystal clear bottle over the cauldron and poured the beautiful green liquid in. The mixture turned became a rainbow of hues as the harmony magic settled in the cauldron.

"Two diced mandrakes." Chunks of mandrakes were slid into the cauldron from a cutting board, causing the mixture to billow out smoke that filled the room. Thankfully, most of the most exited through the window while I grabbed a plate covered in finely cut gemstones.

"A peridot for imagination." The mixture glowed a bright yellow.

"An emerald for spirit." Bright green.

"A ruby for passion." Bright red.

"And an amethyst for creativity." Finally, it settled on bright purple.

The potion was done, and it didn't even explode. I was pleased with myself as I grabbed a cup and filled it with the mixture. Steam rolled off the rapidly changing potion and I downed it quickly despite the temperature.

A minute passed, then three minutes, then five, then ten, and nothing happened. "Bah, a dud." I said in annoyance as I dumped the cauldron out. I knew I should've just stuck with one mandrake.

The door to my lab opened, Gilded Spear shoved his head in.

"Sugar, it's time for court." He said, wearing his golden armor.

"Court? What am I being accused of?" I asked, completely understanding that I've done many wrong things and probably deserve jail time.

"No, not that kind of court, come on, I'll explain on the way." He said, gesturing for me to follow him.

"Holding court, what exactly is the point of this?" I asked as I was led to the throne room underground.

"Well, you listen to your subject's grievances, mostly." Gilded explained.

"Rulers listen to their subjects here? Back home they just did what they wanted and killed anyone who disagreed." Well, except for a viking I knew, which you'd think, a viking would be the most tyrannical of leaders, but no.

"I doubt you'll have many pon... I mean, treants, who will actually show up, but even if you don't, there is some mail to go through."

I was shocked, "I've got mail?"

"Of course, you're a prince now, all kinds of creatures are likely interested." He said. Interested. An unpleasant word for such matters.

The throne room did have a few unfamilar treants inside as we entered. Birch, my advisor Elm, my overseer and Poplar, my court wizard stood by my throne, waiting with numerous books and boxes.

"This will take quite a bit, won't it?" I asked, jumping up onto my throne. I hadn't actually sat on it since I returned, The
green cushion was soft and the stone was smooth. The gold that lined the throne shined brilliantly in the green and blue lights of the throne room.

Gilded laughed a small bit, "I'm afraid so."

"Alright, what's first?" I asked, looking over at Birch as Gilded Spear stood in-between Elm and myself.

Birch waved at a treant without a name, prompting him to approach my throne and kneel down.

"Master." He said simply, I inwardly hoped that not all of the treants here would do that. "Few of us can work without thinking of yer coronation. I told me brothers in the smithy that I'd ask if ye've given it any thought. "

"I've chosen to ignore it, even without a coronation, I am still a prince of Equestria, and I find it pointless. There is nothing to gain from a coronation." I said, leaning back on my throne.

He looked upset before bowing his head and saying, "Of course, my prince," before walking away quietly.

I looked at Birch as he left, "A coronation, seriously?"

"You being given the title of prince of equestria, instead of king of equestria, didn't set right with a lot of us. We merely wish to show the citizens of Equestria what they could have under your rule instead of the two sisters." Birch explained.

"There will be no more talk of me taking over Equestria, we are a part of Equestria now."

He cleared his wooden throat, "Yes, master. Shall we continue court?"

I simply nodded, allowing another treant to approach.

A warrior approached, wearing his armor proudly before kneeling.

"Master." He said, yes all of them were going to do this, I realized. "There is talk among the non-treants in your land, that the storm king is superior to you. I ask that you allow us to silence these liars and heretics permanently." Some of the treants behind him agreed with his request.

"No." Killing had it's place, as all things do, you can't kill someone just because they said something about you. I needed to dress up my response though, as I noticed the expressions on their faces. "I must entice these naysayers to my side, and I shall earn more loyalty from my subjects if I help them instead of kill them." I tried to sound like a leader.

"Yes, master." He said, as he stood up and left. Surprisingly, most of the other treants followed him, leaving only one left.

"Please, approach." I ordered.

He went through the same song and dance as the others, "Our home is becoming more known to the outside world, and we fear for your safety." He said, pulling out numerous scrolls. "Me and a few of the other builders have been working on this design for a while." Unravelling one, it appeared like a giant palace in the planet's outer core.

I just wanted to be done with this, there were other things that needed my attention than this talk of coronations and palaces. "Yes, build me a palace in the planet's outer core."

He bowed with a smile and said, "Yes, master." Before he left.

That just left us in there, no more subjects to hear from. "I expected it to take a bit longer." I said, sitting up straight.

Birch didn't allow me a moment's respite though, as two boxes were sat in front of us. One full of mail, and one unopened.

"The unopened one, what's in it?" I asked, and a treant lifted the box revealing a fruit basket. "Fruits?"

"We've already tested them, master. They're clean and safe to eat." Poplar said.

"But still inferior to the fruits grown here." Birch added on.

Jumping off of my throne, I walked closer to the basket and pulled out a card attached to it. "I only thought it prudent that I send a gift to the newest member of the royal family, Signed, Prince Blueblood." I read.

The other Equestrian prince, I had not met him yet, but I knew that I should send something back to him.

I looked back to Birch and said, "send Prince Blueblood some of our finest silks, and some perfume." Birch wrote it down.