Fair Weather was about to make a terrible decision.

He sighed as he trotted outside. He only wanted to clear his head. A gentle breeze drifted through the open castle window, the crisp scent of autumn following behind it.

Even though he was aware of how much he cherished Legacy, the idea of losing his royal status troubled him. Was his royal status more valuable than being with his infant child? He sat motionless for a while. The thoughts swirling through his head bothered him.
Shaking his mane, he began to pace around the expansive gardens of the Canterlot castle.
He drearily reasoned that promoting Duke wasn't such a bad idea; rather, he worried about his mother's reaction.

Whatever he decided, he hoped Legacy wouldn't be caught in the crossfire.

Fair weather sat motionlessly on the ground; his body had lost all of his energy. He had a slight fear that if he stumbled, the ground would give way beneath him. He was fighting back tears, but a lump had formed in his throat.

Never before had he felt so lost and helpless. How he wished Legacy was here so he could do nothing but sob into his mates coat. He shook his head again and struggled to get back on his feet. Instead of wallowing in grief, there were better things to be doing.

The Canterlot Gardens were both expansive and ancient. It was maintained in immaculate condition year after year by the castle staff.

Fair weather couldn't help but sneer. The flower heads he usually cherished so much were now mocking him, choking him with their sickly sweet aroma and vibrant colors.
He wondered if he was being suffocated with chloroform.

He carelessly pawed the ground while gazing up at the milky, vast night sky. His head ached. He gritted his teeth as a constant pounding in the back of his head tormented him endlessly. He saw the image that had been ingrained in his mind throughout the night when he closed his eyes. But ultimately, it was never enough. He had only wanted to buy himself more time.

Even a wise man cannot escape his destiny.

He found it difficult to keep his eyes open; his lack of sleep was starting to affect him. his absence would most likely be noted, so he should go back to bed.

Instead, he reflected for a bit more

Perhaps the pain he feels is not shame or embarrassment. It's fear. Projection is something he has learned well from his mother. He puts the blame for his growing problems on everyone but himself. The lowest kind of hypocritical self-pity.

The chilly air pinched his lungs as he spun around and galloped back to the castle.
I could’ve told her the truth right there and then. But was it true that was never in his nature?
He was soon sobbing and covered in sweat when he returned to his own bed.

"What?"
"I am leaving."

It was a beautiful day to set out on his journey; the sun shone brightly, the air was cool, and many ponies played in the gardens of the castle.

Fair weather observed as his mother cast a stern look in his direction.
He refrained from licking his lips , Making an effort to make his golden eyes meet his mother's tangerine ones.
He smiled.
I could have told her the truth.
He's turned into everything that repulses him about his mother.

But

His children will have the same fortune he does. they have every opportunity at their disposal and the whole world at their feet. He will not and would not falter, as a decision has already been made. He's straining to smile now. His stomach felt tight and hollow, and he had that instinctive feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong and it was too late to stop it. In spite of his fear and sorrow, he continued.

His mother smiled. Fair Weather tensed, frozen, as he waited for her next move. Sunny Weather's smile was clearly one of motherly and nurturing concern. Fair Weather knew better; it was contempt. It was too thick, syrupy, and tangible to be anything other than what it was supposed to be. She smiled, but not with her eyes. They had an angsty, pointed tone. He cocked his head, his fake bravado pushing him forward in the absence of any real courage. He's not sure exactly what he was hoping for. Anger? Perhaps taunting and derogatory language. But he was unnerved by the smiling.

The brief outburst of emotion made Fair Weather's heart race, and for a split second, he thought he had caught a glimpse of his mother's kindness. He had long since prepared himself. But now that he was so close to actually doing it, the question weighed down on him like a million tons of earth and stone. One pebble pulled out of place would be all it would take to trigger the avalanche.

With her lips pursed into a scowl, Sunny Weather said nothing further. The way Fair Weather's mother's eyes furrowed in rage had an appealing quality to it. He enjoys the hatred simmering in her eyes.

Unfair. His revenge was completely unfair and perfect—a sentimental gift for a sentimental feeling.

With his blood still thumping from the absurdity of it all, Fair Weather had thought about this plan endlessly while lying in bed.

Being a reserved man, Legacy never really liked kids and believed he would never have any in his lifetime. And yet, here he is. Peering dubiously at the child in the rocker, he still didn't know what he was supposed to do. Pushing the infant with his muzzle, it looked back at him with wide eyes. Citrus Twist resembled him a bit too much, and the child looked at him without resentment or happiness. It made him a little uneasy.

Legacy didn't like children. Children are not affected by the evils of the world.
Legacy tried to sit as comfortably as his wheelchair would allow, dragging his hoof across the ground.

He slowly extended his leg until it made contact with the warm, soft thing. He hesitated when he heard the soft rise and fall of the object's breath. The infant turned to babble at him. The elder man found the eager naivety of a child fascinating. He didn't frequently indulge himself. Instead, he waited for the sun to set and paint the sky with beautiful oranges and reds. Legacy allowed himself to miss his fiance now that the sun was kissing the sky.

He was the sun, constantly striving to shine more brilliantly than those around him. Perhaps Legacy was the moon, the lesser half. less in general. If he were the moon, he would do anything in his power to make him a shining beacon of hope, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.

Author's Note

HI this is my first time writting anything long term or even multi chapter. I would like advice if you think there's anything wrong!