The Truth

by Dsarker

Rating: everyone
Tags: Prince Blueblood, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Octavia
Length: 2255

Everypony will always think the worst of him for the Gala...everypony, that is, except one.

The appearance of things isn't always the truth. Bias, lies, tricks, and falsehoods...he's had to deal with them all. Perhaps, dear reader, you will now understand why he has done what he has done. He doesn't expect forgiveness, or even acceptance. But understanding...that's something even he deserves.

Published 2012-10-06 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-06 03:30:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Blueblood anxiously pawed at his clothes, breathing deep. 'Calm', he told himself. 'Got to be calm.' The bouquet of roses he was holding with his magic trembled a bit with him, his nerves almost getting out of control. She'd been the one to suggest it, not him.

He'd almost felt too nervous to accept, but had hurriedly spat out a garbled "Yes, of course I will!" And now he was here. He'd walked most of the way. He didn't know how his aunts would react to him going out with an earth pony, and his sister... Well, he just didn't want her to know. Not yet. Cadie was always the one to say he'd find a very special somepony, someday. But even now, he didn't want her to know.

It wasn't that it wa- His train of thought was interrupted as somepony opened the door, a pony he didn't know. She was another unicorn, but she carried herself very differently. "Yeah?" she asked. "Whatcha want?"

"Um," stammered the prince, trying to explain himself, "I'm, I'm here to see Octavia?" His voice refused to stay calm, quavering as he said so. The other pony stared at him for a second, then turned inside, and called out to whoever was inside.

"Tavi, there's a stallion here to see ya. Finally got a date, hey?" Blueblood didn't precisely know who this unicorn was, but he wasn't entirely sure about her. 'Stay calm,' he reminded himself. 'She's probably one of Octavia's friends.' Blueblood hadn't spent much time out of the castle, but that was how friends talked to each other. Probably. Aunt Celestia hadn't let him out unguarded, and Aunt Luna was much the same. If he hadn't snuck out tonight, there would probably be a group of guards making sure he was 'safe'... or, to be more correct, alone.

He was dragged from this train of thought by Octavia's appearance. The earthpony mare was just as he remembered her. Just as stunningly beautiful as when he first saw her...as when he had finally built up the courage to talk to her. Her coat sparkled like the moon at night, and he couldn't stop himself just gazing at her beauty.

She giggled, and walked over to him. "Hello, Blueblood. I see you're on time." Her face was mischievous as she spoke to him, and his jaw dropped. He stammered for a bit, and held out the flowers. "Oh, are these for me?" she asked happily. "They're beautiful. Thank you, Blueblood!"

He tried to stammer out something, about how it was nothing compared to her beauty, but she silenced him, placing a hoof on his lips. "Shhh," she said, still smiling. "We'll have all night. No need to say it all at one time." He gratefully nodded, thanking her silently for her understanding. He knew right now that she was the pony. The pony he loved.

"I have just the place in mind," Octavia said with a cheeky grin on her face. "Palomino's. Come on, I'll take you there." Blueblood allowed himself to be guided along the street by the mare, who at least seemed to be enjoying the date. He was, too, he had to admit. Despite it being an unfamiliar process, he was enjoying it. He couldn’t really decide whether it was because of the adventure, or because of the entrancing mare with him.
The night was a nice one, as well. The muted lights of the city didn’t block out the beautiful stars above, and Blueblood was happy. The cool breeze wasn’t cold enough to be uncomfortable, and he couldn’t think of a better night for what they were doing.
It wasn’t long before they arrived at the diner Octavia had mentioned, the bright neon sign reflecting on the windows. Octavia pushed open the door, and beckoned Blueblood to follow her in. The diner was small, and empty – only three other ponies were eating there, a group of pegasi over in a dark corner. Octavia didn’t seem to worry about them, bringing Blueblood over to a two-pony table. As they sat down, Octavia smiled again at Blueblood, who felt slightly uncomfortable in this place. He had to admit, he wasn’t used to eating in the same room as other people. But Octavia was here, so that made it all the better. He smiled back at her, content in this moment like he never had been before.

Another earth pony mare came over, and asked in a slight drawl “Hey there, Octavia, mystery stallion. Who’s the colt?”

Blueblood was about to speak up, when Octavia gave him another smile and said “This is Blueblood. This is our first date.” The other earth pony looked over Blueblood with a critical eye, and Blueblood was feeling distinctly uncomfortable by now. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea.

At last, she stopped, and nodded to Octavia. “He looks like a cute colt. So…” and she took a pad out of her saddlebag, putting it on the table with a pencil, “what’ll you two be having?”

Blueblood didn’t quite know what to say, but Octavia did. “We’ll have the salad, please, Bonne. Thanks,” she said with a smile at the earth pony, who scribbled something down, and left the two. Octavia smiled back at Blueblood. “Didn’t scare you too much, did she?” she asked with humour in her voice. “She likes to know everything that’s going on. You don’t need to worry about her.”

Blueblood’s mood lifted a bit at Octavia’s kind words. “I…I guess I’m just not too used to talking with people,” he said with a little chuckle. “I suppose it just takes a bit of practice.” Octavia was still smiling at him gently, and he took heart that he hadn’t ruined the evening…yet, at least.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be used to it in no time, my prince,” Octavia says, with a teasing inflection on her last words. Blueblood’s cheeks reddened in a blush. This was the first time she had referred to his nobility, and he wasn’t quite sure what she meant.

His wondering was interrupted by the return of Bonne, carrying a long and shallow bowl. As she laid it down, Blueblood could see that in it was a salad with romaine and spinach lettuce, red cabbage, green and black olives, cheddar, swiss and fresh mozarella, cucumber and strips of red and yellow bell pepper, with what looked like red wine vinegar and olive oil infused with basil, onion, garlic, and black pepper dressing. On the side were a few fresh greens, including celery, broccoli, cauliflower and peeled carrots served with a dip of some sort.

Octavia smiled over the meal at him. “I think you’ll like this, my biggest fan.” Blueblood’s blush deepened at her words, and he turned his face down, unable to meet her gaze.

“Um…I… think I will, too,” replies Blueblood, almost whispering.

Octavia nudges him. “Are you okay, Blueblood?” she asks in concern. “I hope I’m not making you too uncomfortable.” Blueblood looks up to her with a little smile, and nods. “No, no…I’m just…Just a bit new to this. Um…I…I actually haven’t been out…in the town, I mean, by myself.”

“It’s okay,” says Octavia with a gentle smile. “I’m new to this thing too. But…Are you enjoying it?” she asked, with a hint of anxiousness in her voice. She looked to Blueblood, hopeful for his approval, and he for his part could not refuse it.

“Of course I am,” he said, smiling, almost relieved that she was anxious too. “It’s…It’s just good to be… to be with you.” Almost to prove he was enjoying it, he took a bite from the salad before them both, and smiled. “I do like it, my lady,” he says, a little bit of humour in his tone again. The anxiety left the room in those words, and the two ponies instantly felt more comfortable in each others’ company.

As they ate, they talked about each other. Octavia told him about how she came to meet Vinyl Scratch (the unicorn who had answered the door, as it turned out), where she had learned to play the cello (her skills at playing it she downplayed, humbly stating that there were many others who played the cello far better than she did, though Blueblood privately doubted this) and about her parents (apparently, heard Blueblood with nerves playing up again, she had told them about the date, and they were very eager to meet him. He hoped they’d still be so happy after they had met him). In his turn, Blueblood told her about his sister, Cadence (who, it was true, was not as well known even as he was, and he wasn’t known at all. He didn’t tell her about Cadence’s hope of him finding a mare he’d fall in love with, though), and his aunts, Celestia and Luna (he tried not to talk too much about them, lest his unhappiness with them come out. With any luck, she’d never have to deal with them).

But all too soon, the dinner finished, and it was time to be off. Bonne came back to their table with the bill at the ready, and Blueblood counted out the bits, before passing them to Bonne with a little smile on his face. She nodded, and left the two to make their way out. They walked back to Octavia’s residence, talking quietly on the way.

Finally, at last, they were at Octavia’s house. Blueblood was loath to leave her now, but hopeful that it would only be a short parting. He smiled at Octavia, and said “Well…We’re here. I hope…I hope you enjoyed tonight.”

Before he could react, she kissed him, and smiling, answered “I loved it, my Nocturne. Shall we do it again?”

Blueblood, still stunned, managed to garble out a “Sure” before his mouth finally caught up with his brain. “Uh, yes, yes, of course!”

Octavia, for her part, seemed amused at the effect of her actions on him. “Then I will arrange for another night for us to go out, my Nocturne. Be safe,” and with that, she went inside. Blueblood, still dazed, began walking back to the palace, trusting in his talent to keep him the right way.

“Where have you been?” called his sister as Blueblood tiptoed into the palace. He flinched in dismay, before turning to her.

“It’s none of your business,” he said, before making to continue on his way to bed.

“Aunty Celly noticed you were gone at dinner,” Cadence informed him primly. Blueblood’s heart sank. That would mean another ‘discussion’. Another talk from Aunt Celestia about how ‘they were so worried’ and how it was ‘so irresponsible’. At least…

“…Wait,” said Cadence, interrupting his thoughts. “There’s something different about you. What were you doing? Where were you?” Blueblood froze. No, there was no way she’d know.

“Nothing! I was just going out wit-“ he spurt out, before he realised his mistake.

Cadence’s eyes sparkled with delight and surprise. “You’ve found a marefriend? Oh, brother! I told you that you would! Oh, who is it? What’s her name?” Blueblood blushed furiously, and stamped off indignantly. “Awww, brother, come on, I don’t mean to be embarrassing! I just want to hear about what you’ve been doing…Who you’re dating.”

Blueblood forced himself to be calm, and replied to his sister, saying “An earth pony mare. Her name is Octavia. She’s a musician. That’s all I’ll tell you.” Cadence nodded, with a slight hint of sadness at her brother’s secretive behaviour. She was just about to reply when Blueblood spoke again, continuing “And you are not to tell Aunt Celestia or Aunt Luna about her. I don’t want anypony to know.”

“But brother, why shouldn’t they know?” Cadence wanted to know. But the answer would have to wait for another time. For at that moment the doors opened again, and in walked Celestia, gazing sternly at Blueblood. “Nephew of mine, come with me. We have a matter to discuss.”

Celestia and Blueblood sat opposite, Celestia looming over her nephew. “So, nephew,” she began, “I know you have been out of the palace. I also know what you have been doing.” Blueblood seethed, but tried to hide it. This constant surveillance was part of why he hated her, and he knew that she knew it.

“Yes? So what?” he demanded, anger making him rash. Celestia peered at him, disappointment in her face. Blueblood didn’t particularly care. Let her be disappointed in him. She wasn’t the pony whose approval he sought. Not now.

“My nephew, I am disappointed in this relationship. You know better than how you appear to act. Your ‘love’ is ill-fated and ill-based,” Celestia spoke again in a chiding tone. “I have already received note of a pony far more suitable for you, my nephew. A unicorn mare of far more class than that earth pony.” Blueblood was furious. It was only by the highest levels of self control that he remained sitting.

“You will meet her at the Gala. I will brook no argument from you on this matter,” said Celestia with finality, and she left the room.

Blueblood fumed for a moment, before he spoke to the empty room.

“I know I cannot change your mind, Aunt,” he started, “And I know this meeting will happen. But you cannot choose the mare’s mind! And if I cannot withdraw from your arranged relationship, then perhaps she will! I will make her hate me, by whatever means necessary!”

THE END