Special Operations Lunar Division: Grizelda

Day 15 16.2

My capturer gave me half of her notepad. I don't understand her motivation behind this. It's probably another insults toward me. Cheap gray, thin paper, and cardboard cover. And she simply ripped it off in half. I deserve better, she knows it, and that's why she gave me it.

So, "diary",  let's recall:

I, Prince Blueblood, from Morrow family, founded by union of Princess Celestia and Knight Rough Patch in 964, one of most noblest families in the Equestria, one of the hoofsomest, richest stallions in Canterlot.... I was kidnapped two weeks by some barbaric griffoness which name I still don't know.

Two weeks ago, my capturer attacked my chariot, wounded my guards, and took me as her prize. First three days my head was captured by dirty, suffocating sack and there was gag in my mouth and magic absorber on my horn. I was forcefed by her with some terrible hay, apples... how one can eat it without prior processing into dish is still mystery to me... and gave dirty water as a drink. How disgusting!

So, here I am now, filthy, hungry, because I'm too disgusted to ate more this food than I need to keep going, dragged by some savage griffon, who knows where,

Day 32 3.6

I stopped caring about my coat or what I eat. It had to happen few days ago, and only today I realized that.

I'm dirty. I don't care. Should I? There's no place, no occasion to clean up, to restore my beauty. Beauty... I was never beautiful. It was work of my servants. They made me beautiful, I was work of their art. Now when I'm seeing my reflection, I can't see nothing more than a simple unkempt unicorn. Like all my, I believed, inborn nobleness was work of my make-up artist, hairdressers, manicurists... Weird idea, if they could find somepony looking like me, could they transform him into a Prince Blueblood?

I'm eating wild plants, common food, like some tramp. I don't care. It's food. It feeds me. For now it's all I care.

I'm regressing to some savage... and it doesn't bother me.

What she did to me? I'm no longer Prince.

Day 52 3.26

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Day 77 4.20

I love her. I don't understand it. I feel myself attached her, but not only as her prisoner.

Day 96

5.8

I don't want to be rescued.