(Knock) (Knock)

A sharp knock echoed through the hallway, reverberating off the polished walls and grand tapestries that adorned the castle corridors. Outside the heavy oak door, a young unicorn mare stood, her coat a pale lavender, contrasting with her dark mane tied back in a neat braid. She adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat, casting a quick glance around before knocking again, more firmly this time.

“Enter,” came the impatient reply from within, a voice dripping with irritation.

The mare pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding herself in a room as grandiose as it was cold. The room was lined with dark mahogany shelves filled with volumes that appeared untouched, their spines pristine beneath a layer of dust. At the center of the room, behind a massive desk, sat a handsome unicorn , his expression as impassive with his golden mane was impeccably styled, and his white coat gleamed under the dim glow of the chandeliers, yet his eyes held an air of detached boredom as he glanced up.

“...Ravenclaw...” he drawled, arching an eyebrow as he regarded his assistant with boredom. “This had better be important. I’ve had enough interruptions for one day make it quick”

Ravenclaw shifted uncomfortably, clutching a stack of papers in her magic as she approached the desk and placing them in front of the prince. “Your Highness, Prince Blueblood, the council needs few signatures on the financial budget for the next year, but most importantly there’s been… an incident ... involving Princess Luna. An attempt on her life.”

Blueblood leaned back, his interest barely piqued, as he steepled his hooves. “Oh?” he replied, his tone devoid of any real interest.

Ravenclaw cleared her throat, watching as he rose from his seat and moved toward a crystal decanter on a side table. He poured a measure of black liquid into a glass, pausing only briefly as she continued. “The Solar Guard intervened in time, but it seems they initially thought the attacker was a changeling. They’ve found no evidence to confirm that, but…”

Blueblood raised an eyebrow as he swirled the drink in his glass, a faint glimmer of interest flickering across his face. “A changeling?”

“Yes, my lord, according to my contact, the individual was seen transforming shifting from a pony like creature into something ‘else’ . The details are sparse, but they’ve already taken this individual into custody and brought them directly to Canterlot.”

“Something else?”

Blueblood took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the taste as he considered her words. He set the glass down with a soft clink, “Arrange an audience with the Solar Guard captain, I want to know precisely who or what they’ve brought to Canterlot.”

Ravenclaw nodded, her posture straightening as she noted his instructions. “Of course, Your Highness. I’ll see to it immediately.”

“Good,” he replied, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as he returned to his seat. “And prepare a report with every detail you can find on this… unique individual. Leave nothing out.”

Ravenclaw gave a quick bow, retreating from the room with a last glance over her shoulder. As the door clicked shut behind her, the room fell into silence. Blueblood took another slow sip of his drink, savoring the calm.

‘Hmm I have a few hours’
With that thought Blueblood gave a quite sigh and placed his back legs onto the table, savouring the taste of the drink.

But before he could fully settle back, a sudden burst of purple flame flared in the air before him, materialising into a rolled scroll sealed with a dark, unmarked wax stamp. His eyes widened, and with a quick glance at the closed door, he wasted no time.

Setting his drink aside, he charged his horn, casting a swift spell that enveloped the room. The door glowed faintly, locking with a definitive click as additional seals slid into place along the walls, a magical barrier pulsing to life and warding the room from any prying eyes or ears. Only once the room was entirely secure did he reach for the scroll, choosing to avoid use of magic at this moment, his hooves almost trembling as he broke the seal.

Blueblood unrolled the parchment, his eyes darting over the words scrawled across the page, with small amounts of fur getting dump from his nerves.

For a moment, he stood frozen, re reading every word. Then, with a quick, sharp motion, he conjured a fresh piece of parchment and a quill. Dipping it hastily into the inkpot, he scrawled a terse reply, his letters quick and jagged,

‘Consider it done, my lord - Your most loyal servant B.B’

He allowed the ink to dry just long enough before he rolled the parchment and held it before him. With a whisper of his horn, both scrolls erupted in a flash of purple flame, vanishing as quickly as it had come. Blueblood stood in the silence that followed, his face pale, the flickering light of his protective spell casting long shadows across the room.

As the magic seals dissolved, the office returned to its usual, orderly state.

‘What a Bucking day...’

Author's Note

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