I've been framed! That… thing, it wasn't me! All I remember was walking to my room, being knocked out by the shadows and waking up in an egg. He took my appearance and made me look like something I'm not to a national hero! But there was more to their actions then to merely ruin my chances with that gloriously purple maned mare; he was doing something much more sinister…

***Possible, alternative universe story about why Blueblood was anything BUT princely during the Grand Galloping Gala.***