Oh no. This is a cursed thought.

"Haha." Zephyr Breeze the Immortal lounged in his gaming chair. "It feels good to be king."

"HOLY CRAP, YOU'RE STILL ALIVE?!" Queen Haven peeked into Zephyr's kingly room. "I THOUGHT WE BURIED YOU THREE DAYS AGO. HOW OLD EVEN ARE YOU?"

Zephyr Breeze shrugged. "Old enough to take over Canterlot and rename it after myself over the span of hundreds of years, I guess."

"HOLY CRAP I MARRIED A BAG OF DUST."

"A smokin' bag of dust." Zephyr grinned.

Queen Haven threw him out the window for the third time that week.

This is why neither Pipp nor Zipp ever mention their father.