Outside the castle, guards struggled to control the ever brewing hostility. It was a powder keg that could easily escalate into full on anarchy. Reservists were being called to active duty and flown to the city to help contain the growing amount of protestors. Rumors that even Shining Armor was being called in were circulating, false as they may have been. The nation watched nervously, waiting for something to happen. All of it had been caused by one creature, an alien who disliked their princess for wronging him. An alien, who at the moment, was unconscious in the castle infirmary.

Luna looked over Dominic’s unmoving form, holding back tears and silently begging fate to help him recover. His weapons had been sealed in her room, but she had insisted his clothes remain in the room. She knew if- no WHEN he woke up, he wouldn’t appreciate being in only a hospital gown. The doctors barely knew anything about his anatomy, and had been working with their knowledge of minotaur anatomy instead. From that knowledge, they were quite impressed with his durability. Blueblood had hit Dominic with enough force to crush a minotaur skull into powder, yet he was still alive. Unconscious, but alive.

The lunar princess didn’t understand why she had reacted the way she did, crying was not something she did on a regular basis. So why did she cry now? She had seen many of her friends die in the past, that was one of the curses of being eternal. Some had been killed, others had grown old, but she hadn’t cried for centuries. Could it be that he had been one of her best friends since her return, or was it because he was devoted to her. Not in a romantic sense, but to a point where he was willing to kill for her. To die for her.

Perhaps it was seeing all the wires and tubes hooked into his body, his chest slowly rising and falling. Occasionally his hand would twitch, clenching into a fist. It was normally accompanied by panicked breathing and whimpers. Once or twice, she made out a name. When he had been struck, he had called her by that name. Was that why she was crying? He said it with a strange calmness, as if comforting someone. Despite the fact that it was actually him in need of medical care.

“Dominic.” Luna said, placing her hoof near his hand. “Please, get better.” Her voice cracked. She yelped as she felt his fingers grab onto her, but didn’t pull away. His grip tightened as he was hit with another wave of nightmares. A few tears slid down her cheeks when she heard the whimpers. She figured out her reason for crying as her eyes scanned over his face. He was essentially a boy, a teenager who had been on the cusp of adulthood. Yet, he looked so old.

“Princess?” Asked a voice from the door, Luna didn’t look to see who it was.

“Yes, nurse Namaste?” She asked.

“I heard a spike in his heart rate, I assume he’s having another nightmare?” Luna nodded. “Alright then, let someone know if you need anything.” Luna heard the door close, not once taking her eyes off of her friend.

“N-No…” He grunted, shifting a bit. “S-Stay away from her…” Luna hung her head and draped her wing over him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to not interfere, each time he cried out it was like a knife plunging into her heart. To think, hours ago he was walking beside her, and now… Anger. Anger was the new emotion that came to her mind. Unruly, unbridled, unadulterated, raging fury. He hadn’t done anything wrong, if anything he had tried to help, and the ponies of the city had the gall to assault him, accost him, slander his name, spit on him, treat him like a dog!

Luna clenched her eyes shut, trying to curb her emotion.

“H-Help…” Rasped the unconscious man, his voice pleading with anyone that would listen within his mind. Luna stood up, her muscles tense with anger. She was ready to go out into the city and unleash an onslaught of devastation, there was one problem however. Dominic’s grip. She tugged her hoof, but his fingers were wrapped tightly around it. “N-No… N-NO!” Luna let out a yell and leaned on to the bed sobbing, she could hold the tears back no longer. Seeing the terror on his face was devastating, all she could do was comfort him. She put her head on Dominic’s chest, hearing his heart beat gave her some calmness.

“It’s okay…” She said, hoping her words reached him in his subconscious. “It’s okay… You’re safe…” All her anger dissipated. Yelling and shouting wouldn’t help him heal, it would only fuel the anger of the crowd. Luna felt Dominic shaking, his grip on her hoof was tighter than ever. Sweat was starting to make itself known. “Shhh, shhh, shhh…” Luna wiped her eyes on the sheet. “I’m here, I’ve got you.” Luna felt sleep begin its march against her. The alicorn leaned back into the seat next to the bed. She closed her eyes for a moment and fell into a deep slumber, Dominic’s hand still clutched her hoof.

[♦]

The dungeon of Canterlot was rarely used for anyone other than a petty thief or two, it was almost unheard of to have a member of nobility within its walls, and even more rare to have them as one of the inmates. Such was the case with a white unicorn stallion, he was being tended to by several Lunar guards. His face was bruised, and almost every inch of his body ached.

“You ugly mother fucker.” Hissed one of the thestrals, round house kicking the stallion in the head. Teeth and spit went flying across the room. “You think it’s funny to fuck with someone's head? How do you like it mother fucker?!”

“Don’t punish him too much.” Said the officer of the group. “After all, I hear Celestia is going to let his victim choose what happens.” Blueblood shuddered at the devilish grins that spread across the guards faces. “What do you think Globe an’ Anchor’s gonna do to the stallion who didn’t have the balls to attack him face to face?”

“I don’t know sir…” Said a female thestral, spitting on the floor. “I hear he has a weapon powerful enough to blow the head off of a manticore, one shot and bam!” She slapped Blueblood across the face with the back of her hoof. “You’re dead.”

“Maybe he’ll take that horn of his.” Said a more cryptic guard in the darkest corner. “Hear tell that back on his world it granted immortality.” Blueblood shivered at the thought. “But, it only works if the unicorns alive.”

“You’re all wrong.” Said a passing solar guard, smiling smugly as he looked at Blueblood. “My money’s on him getting a good old fashioned hanging.” He continued on his rounds, smiling even wider as one of the thestrals kicked Blueblood.

“Oh! Here’s a good one.” Said the female thestral with a cheer. “Globe an’ Anchor got pulled into our world by a spell, right? And, I heard through the grapevine that his world isn’t the friendliest of places. What if they send this fucktard there and let him rot?” The other thestrals shrugged, save for one who had sat silently by the cell door. The officer looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What about you? Wadda you think should happen to him?”

Author's Notes:

So here's another one for you. I couldn't decide on what I wanted to do with Blueblood, there were so many options to go with that I decided I should leave it up to you. So, cast your votes in the comments below. Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but some things have popped up that draw my attention away from here. I'll do my best to put more in the next chapter thought.

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