Magnificent, flowing mane? Check. Devilish, handsome smile? Check. Best stallion in existence? You bet.

Prince Blueblood continues to admire himself in the mirror as his servant walks in, just short of a nervous breakdown. The small stallion’s lips quiver as he enters the room, sweat pouring down from the cerulean mane on top of his head.

“Prince Blueblood, sire,” he mutters, refusing to look his master in the eye. Blueblood stops his self-admiration as he turns to the stallion, a scowl plastered on his face. The servant looks down at the ground, shaking in fear.

“What is so important that you must interrupt me, Wilson?” Blueblood growls. Wilson nervously scratches his foreleg, looking around the room for some sort of escape. He swallows hard before letting out the words he dreads to say.

“The newspapers successfully posted your article as instructed.” Blueblood triumphantly smiles as he turns back to his mirror. “But there might be a problem.” His scowl returns as he slowly turns back around to the servant, his eyes matching that of a murderer. He stomps his hoof onto the ground, quickly checking for any dirt it may have accumulated after.

“I made my instructions clear, did I not Wilson?” he snarls, wiping his hoof against the curtains nearby. “If we are to ensure my place as king…”

“...we must prevent your aunt from falling in love with the ape. Yes, I know, sire,” Wilson finishes. “But it seems a strange twist has occurred.” Blueblood stops his cleaning episode to give the servant a confused glare.

“And that is?” Wilson takes a deep breath, trying his best to find the words that will not send his master into a blind fury. He lets out a defeated sigh and decides to be honest.

“It has created another date between the two, it seems.” Blueblood shakes his head, baffled by the result. Wilson continues, “It seems the ape, Anonymous, wants to take the princess on another date to ‘make up’ for the previous date.” The prince begins slamming his hooves against the marble tile in frantic tantrum, like that of a child being denied candy.

“How dare that ape even consider the option!” he bellows as Wilson cowers into a corner. Blueblood snorts out of frustration, only to realize how brutish it seems. Taking a deep breath, the prince tries his best to remain cool.

“I d-do have information pertaining to their next date, sire,” Wilson stammers, still refusing to make eye contact. “He has invited her over for dinner at his humble abode tomorrow evening.”

Blueblood trots over to his window and looks down on the city below. All the land below is rightfully his, not some strange creature’s. If it meant that the prince had to resort to trickery and deception, so be it! With a devious smirk, Blueblood turns back to Wilson and chuckles.

“Auntie Celestia will go to that dinner. But I will ensure that it is the last one she has with that human!”

With a sweaty brow and an aching wrist, you lift the brush from the kitchen tile and look at the reflection of a weary man staring back at you. You smile at him, commemorating a job well done after six long hours of scrubbing and cleaning the house from top to bottom. Everything was almost done, and in good time too: Celestia was going to be here in a hour. Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you drop the brush in the bucket and head towards the basement to dump it.

Dumping the bucket into the sink, you can’t help but feel an itch of some sort at the back of your neck, like you’re forgetting something...

The bucket falls from your grasp, splashing water everywhere. You forgot the main reason Celestia was coming over: dinner. Sprinting up the stairs and into the kitchen, you throw open the fridge in hopes of finding something to prepare. All it holds is a bottle of mustard and some cans of cider.

“The diet of a bachelor,” you mutter to yourself. Slamming the door shut, you begin scavenging through the cabinets for anything. Angel hair, linguine, rotini, farfalle; why do you have so much pasta in your house?! Slamming the cabinet door shut, you look around the kitchen. You didn’t even know what Celestia liked to eat, to be honest. Every time you went out with her, it was something different: squash soup, cobb salad, spinach quiche, delectable cakes; all things that you had nothing for or experience making. Rubbing the back of your head, you run to the front door and throw on your jacket.

The cold winter wind whips against your face as you exit the house, making you shiver like a madman. Heading down the main path, you enter the market district of Canterlot. Murmurs and whispers begin to fill the air, much like yesterday morning. Hanging your head, you try your best to ignore them as you venture to a stall willing to serve you.

“Anon!” Lifting your head, you watch as Twilight Sparkle gallops down the cobblestone path towards you, concern plastered across her face. “Thank goodness. I was worried yesterday when the guards whisked you away. What happened?” You take a couple of minutes to explain the event of yesterday as Twilight resists the urge to laugh at your expense. Letting out a heavy sigh, you look around at the shops and stalls.

“...and now I’m stuck here in the middle of the market district, trying to figure out what Celestia will eat for dinner. I’m not a chef, but I have to figure something out.”

“Maybe I can assist you?” A stallion in a stand nearby beckons you, a sinister smile stretched across his face. “I know exactly what the princesses likes. They have their servants buy goods from me all the time.” Twilight eyes the stallion suspiciously.

“The princesses have their own stoc—”

“If I’m not mistaken, they have some new spell books over at Barns and Neighbles,” he interjects, pointing towards a stall down the street with his hoof. Twilight’s eyes widen, a spark evident in them. In a flash, she gallops down the road, leaving you with the stall owner.

“I have just the thing you’ll need,” he says, brushing his cerulean mane to the side as he digs into his icebox.

Lifting the bottle with her magical aura, Celestia dabs a bit of perfume onto her coat and takes another look in the mirror. Hopefully this night will go well for Anonymous. The poor thing was so concerned about making sure her second date would go perfect. Flicking her hair back, she stands at the mirror, practicing her smile.

“Good evening.” She shakes her head, disappointed in herself. “...No no, that sounds too formal. How are you doing tonight?”

“I’m doing fine, thank you for asking.” Celestia nearly jumps out of her skin before turning to her bedroom door. Luna stands in the doorway, a mischievous smile stretched across her lips. Returning her gaze back to the mirror, Celestia lets out an annoyed sigh.

“What’ve I told you about knocking, sister?” Luna chuckles, placing a hoof over her muzzle in hopes of muffling the sound. Celestia rolls her eyes and continues to apply her cosmetics. Luna leans in next to Celestia’s ear and brings her voice to a whisper.

“So, you’re having dinner at Anon’s home? I assume you’ll be staying for coffee as well?” Luna mocks. Celestia’s cheeks grow a dark shade of red as she spills more perfume on herself from shock.

“N-no! I would never do such a thing so early in a relationship!” She turns her head away in embarrassment. Luna leans in closer, her smirk growing wider.

“So you do have it planned for the near future?” she mocks. Celestia lifts her blush and swats it at her sister, trying to fend off the mare. Luna giggles as she dodges the swings, making sure to blow raspberries at her sister. Before she knows it, Celestia begins laughing along with Luna, breaking into a giggling fit. The two mares hit the ground, rolling around and hanging onto their sides. Once the air has finally returned to their lungs, they stand clear their throats.

“As you were saying…”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Luna looks down at the ground before returning her gaze back to her sister. “Sister, I want you to know that I’m happy for you. I truly am. But please be careful. I don’t want to see you hurt.” Celestia lips curl into a meek smile as she wraps a foreleg around her sister.

“Luna, don’t worry. I know Anon will not do anything to hurt me… at least intentionally.” Luna tries her best to suppress a laugh, but her face show clear signs of struggle. Celestia gives her a deadpan stare before continuing. “Now I think the question we should be asking is: when are you going to find somepony?”

Luna’s cheeks turn a rosy shade as she directs her attention away from her sister.

“When you and Anon get married,” she says with a hint of sarcasm. Celestia takes her seat at the mirror and chuckles as she continues applying her make up.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Author's Notes:

I'm back and ready to write again. Until I die again.