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I Am Her Servant

by Arreis Of Avalon

Chapter 1: My Duty As Captain

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“Commence with the plans,” the queen said. I stood at her right side, keeping my stare determined and facing forward. The war council was being held, and the plans were all set on Canterlot, the capital of Equestria. I saw her motion with her hoof out of the corner of my eyes. “We will choose a changeling to get close to the inner workings of Canterlot. I want eyes inside, find a weakness.”

“My Queen,” one of the council members began to say. “Who would be such a good match that they-“

“Eakco.” I stay perfectly still as I hear my name called. The right to speak in such meetings is reserved for the council – Though I am captain of the guard, I must show no rank higher than my betters.

“Is that truly wise, My Queen? You put much faith in this single sol-“

“He is the captain of my guard,” the queen said firmly. “I trust him with my life daily at my right side. This much should be no struggle. Correct, Eakco?”

I nod softly. “Yes, My Queen.” It is a struggle, as it is every day, to call her this. I wish to call her far more than My Queen – But, because of my rank, I cannot. I am to be her servant. And she is to be my queen.

How I curse my rank at times like these.

“My Queen, a mere captain of the guard would be no match for a Canterlot alicorn!”

She stands. I keep my gaze forward, but rejoice as she comes into my sights fully. Her face is in wrath, but her beauty still shines for me. “He is my champion! He will be defense enough! He can infiltrate Canterlot easily.”

The member nods, bowing. “Pardon me any disrespects, My Queen. I meant no harm from my comment.”

“Then I suggest you leave my throne room now. Your queen wishes to retire.”

“As you wish, My Queen.”

The meeting is over. I still stand at duty, silent as a stone. I cannot speak. I cannot move. But I can think. Long ago, I learned how to keep my thoughts private from the hive – mind. Otherwise, the whole hive would learn my secret.

Our secret.

Why she trusts me so much. The pain and pressure of royalty was never enough to wipe her memories of our friendship. We were close, once. Warm. It was a strange closeness – I felt strange whenever I talked with her. Like I was full, despite the shortage of food the hive had run into then.

Yet we were changelings separated by fate. She was royalty, and I was a mere changeling worker. We were torn apart. But I had longed for that warmth again, still unknowing of what it truly was. I worked myself to the bone, and rose in status. I rose further than I ever thought possible. Became her right hoof stallion, the captain of her guard. I would protect her, always... I still longed for that warmth.

But we could not show our friendship - Our warmth. To do so would be a weakness – Something our foes could exploit. And so I kept my feelings distant. As I look into her eyes daily, I see no warmth, and believe she has forgotten. But I shall never forget, even if she has. I will always protect her and her warmth.

“Eakco.” I stand at attention as she says my name. “I assume you are ready to be deployed at once?”

“Yes, My Queen. Anything you wish of me.”

“… Why do you protect me so well, Eakco?”

I keep my face stoic. This is a test. I know it is. “Because, My Queen…” I bow to my knees, hanging my head low. “You are My Queen. I am your servant. Even if all of Equestria should become your enemy, I will protect you. That is my duty as your servant and captain.”

It is more than that. I will protect her so she can smile. So she can laugh. So she is safe. So her warmth is safe. It is my duty, not as a servant, but as a... friend.

“Rise, captain.” I do as she wishes, as I always have done. Looking into her olive eyes, I see a spark of remembrance. She remembers the toys. The playing. The running. The frivolousness of our childhood together, before we were separated. She remembers it all. I can feel the warmth of it all rise from her – Somehow, I begin to feel filled as I once had. Almost as though I am eating the love of two ponies, yet impossible, I know. Changelings cannot produce love – They can only feed off of it. Given enough of it, we can reproduce. We can thrive. Thus, I cannot love My Queen.

I can only serve her.

“I admire your sense of duty,” she says, the warmth from her tone gone. She speaks coldly now, causing me to resist a shiver as I feel her words wash over me. “Leave as soon as you are able.”

“Yes, My Queen.” My expression has not changed once, but my feelings have. I feel only the cold radiating off of her now. Nothing else.

She leaves, 2 guards following her. I glance at them, realizing the two were trained by me. I sigh in thanks at my luck – I know she will be safe while I am gone.

I begin to walk, thinking to myself. These plans for war unease me. I never thought fighting was a good thing – It felt counterproductive to finding love. It felt… evil. But I keep in mind what I tell myself each day. I shall do anything to keep her safe. “I’m willing to become evil,” I say softly to myself, “only so that she is safe.”

I walk into my room and don my disguise after discarding my traditional armor. It’s not much of a disguise– but, then again, what more does a changeling truly need, besides their nature? A simple scarf and air goggles completes the entire disguise. In a burst of green light, I change.

I smile to myself. It is time for me to go, now. I know that as I leave, I bring with me something not many changelings have since the food supply began to run low. With me is Hope. With me is that burning ember that things will turn out alright in the end.

So long as she is safe… then what happens no longer matters. For she is My Queen… and I will protect her.

That is my duty as her captain.

Author's Notes:

First chapter - Some of these are going to be really short, some really long. However I feel.

This one's a shorter one, guys.

Edited by DrakeFang.

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