Prince Blueblood stopped, transfixed by the vision before him.

''My word,'' he breathed. ''Never have I seen a pony so magnificent, so beautiful!'' He took a trembling step closer. ''Could it be? Have I finally found the pony meant for me?''

Behind him, his personal valet let out a long-suffering sigh. A nearby maid, who had long since given up on dusting, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

''Does this happen often?'' she asked.

''Every time he sees a mirror,'' the valet replied.

''Take me, I'm yours!'' Blueblood cried over the sound of breaking glass.

Author's Notes:

Thanks aplenty, Hoopy McGee, for showing us again why Blueblood is bestblood! This guy has written several great fandom classics, and there's sure to be something of his that suits your needs. So go check out his stuff!