In life sometimes you be the life of the party or the destroyer of one

That you learned that some are just those who wish to make life miserable. Even on someone's special day.

It’s been a while since your encounter and adventure with Daring Do. Unfortunately, she took her to leave after your fun, claiming that the world still has places that are just waiting to be an explorer and she needs to be ready for when her time comes.

It did sadden you for a bit that she had to leave but for the life of an adventurer, it’s a life she prefers... Well unless she decides to write a book on this adventure.

The village you learned is healing as the treasure helped them pay for new equipment, food, clothing and other materials they need to repair their lives. Though despite the scars they sustain you were glad it didn’t destroy their spirits as after returning, they were already fixing up their little town.

You ordered some guards to stay and help by as well, as you helped too since it’s the least you can do. You do tell the leader who was still hospitalized, that the mercenary leader had been stopped and neither he, nor any of his subordinates would harm another village ever again.

The leader thanks you, but sadly in his condition you can see he wasn’t fit to lead anymore. Ergo, you learned that his daughter the medical guard will be taking over. You weren’t surprised, as she had the experience and had lived here her whole life. Her brother you learned, preferred helping protect the town than run it. Even small villages like this need someone to protect it from animals like those mercenaries, even if they were better equipped.

Still, you were happy that the mayor’s daughter took up the mantle as mayor of the town. After all, the civilians had suffered enough and it needs all the support to regain and flourish once more.

You stayed a few more days in helping with the repairs before returning home. And boy would you get an ear full. Your lovers chewed you out, minus Celestia and Luna since they already knew where you were going. Sadly, trying to sweet-talk Applejack from wasn’t going to be easy. You were thankful both RD and Twilight were able to stop her. You do tell what had happened in your travel, but you left out the real reason why you and the girls left.

Anyway, you had big reasons to hurry up and get back home. In a few days, it will be a special day for a VERY special queen.

*few days passed*

Amira was sleeping soundly as the coolness in the room didn’t seem to bother her. Though with what she was wearing Amira’s special order nightgown was something you tried not to stare at. Well... maybe a bit of small eye candy as you entered her room wouldn’t hurt.

You took the time to give her some of her special gifts you had just for her. Like your maids wake you up or any of the other mares who live in this house you decide it’s time for you to try it out.

Going over the covers, you didn’t have to spread her legs out enough as they were already wide open. This worked to your favor as you began licking the queen’s marehood. She slowly begins to react to your actions and let out some soft moans. Since Amira was a light sleeper after you gave her another lick, her eyes shot open and she threw the covers aside to see you eating her out.

Feeling the covers being removed, you stopped licking the beautiful queen and looked up at her eyes. Instead of getting angry, a soft blush appeared on her cheeks and she smiled at you. You decided to return the smile and rubbed her legs softly. “Happy birthday, Ami,” you said, using the playful nickname you invented a few months ago. “How do you like your first gift for today?”

“It’s a very thoughtful one, thank you,” she giggled. “Don’t tell me you’re done pleasing the birthday mare already.” With a chuckle, you stripped naked and allowed Amira to push you onto your back. You thought she was going to lean down to make out with you, but instead, she demanded better uses for your mouth better as she sat on your face.

Enjoying the strawberry flavored nectar, it wasn’t long before you felt your wife stroke your member with her soft, gentle hands. “It’s amazing how you’re this hard already...” she seductively whispered.

“Living with you and all the other mares, I’d be surprised if I didn’t get a boner every day. Especially at this outfit, you are wearing,” you chuckled as Amira grabs hold of your hard-on member.

She giggles again, her favorite outfit loosen as she made sure her breasts leaked out for freedom. She eyes your member like a large oversize lollipop, a bit of drool forms on her lips as she couldn’t stop staring at it. However, just as she was about to give it a lick...

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” The doors swung open as Pinkie Pie came in with her party cannon. Not waiting for a response, the pink alicorn pulled the rope so confetti sprayed all over the bed.

Because of the sudden scare, Amira couldn’t help but squeeze your member a little too tight, causing you to let out a small yelp from pain. For a mare of Saddle Arabia, you tend to forget she is an earth pony and their strength is 3 times stronger than normal ponies.

Pinkie wasn’t alone, and the rest of your lovers entered the room, eager to greet Amira for her special day. However, things got awkward when they finally realized the two of you were completely naked in the bed.

“Oh whoops... Seems like somepony forgot to invite us,” Dash blushes, but laughed a bit at the sight.

“Oh darling, this is Amira’s special day so a little fun with our lover is perfectly understandable,” Rarity blushes, but stifled a giggle as Amira tries to cover herself.

“Well shoot, Amira. Do ya want to use mah rope for the day? Y’all can bound yourself and our lover with it if ya like,” AJ suggested tilting her hat a bit.

Pinkie crossed her arms with an adorable pouting face. “Forget the rope! I’m joining in too!” Stripping, well more like tearing her clothes off almost cartoon style, you and Amira couldn’t react fast enough as Pinkie crouches down and lungs up into the air.

“WAIT PINKIE!” you both screamed out as the crazy alicorn jumps up with her legs spread out and lands on top of you with a loud plop followed by a loud scream.

*several minutes passed*

Eventually things worked out and Amira was enjoying the super birthday breakfast cherry made for her. You on the other hand, were still trying to regain some sense as when Pinkie jumped onto the bed, she ended up landing on your groin at an almost breakneck pace.

“Sorry about the landing, hummy-wummy...” Pinkie said sincerely and you honestly couldn’t stay mad at your wife when she was giving you those adorable eyes.

“It’s fine Pinkie... Just aim somewhere else inside on my mini me pole...” you commented as you then ponder on how stupid that joke was.

The girls laughed at the really lame joke you made, but hey, you can’t win them all if you tried your hardest. You took a sip of your coffee as Luna and Celestia joined you in the dining room.

“Good morning everypony,” Amira smiles as everyone waves at her.

“Happy birthday Queen Amira” Celestia smiles as she walks over to hug her.

“Thank you your highnesses but we are all family here no need for this royalty status,” Amira reminded while giggles a bit.

You laugh too as Amira leans in against your chest.

Both Celestia and Luna sit beside the queen as everyone begins to wonder what to do today for her special day. Now normally, yes you were going to have the special night session with your lovers special day, but for now before the real party starts you wondered what to do today.

Just then Luna came up with an idea. “Is a visit to Saddle Arabia out of the question?” she asked.

“Yeah maybe you like to visit your homeland since you’ve been here for quite some time. Surely you must be homesick...” you smiled as you patted her back

“Yeah never actually!” Amira screams out causing everyone to jump a bit. Amira you know is a fun loving, sweet and gentle mare but to hear her scream is pure shock to you. It’s almost like seeing Fluttershy being mean to her animals it’s completely unnatural for her.

“Whoa whoa amira…. Where did that come from” you were more taken aback as amira shrinks down a bit. You wrapped your arms around her attempting to comfort her.

“Sorry but... no... I’m sorry, but I just don’t want to visit my homeland.” amira sighs.

You feel a story coming along and you decide to ask about it. Though you do respect if she prefers not to. However this time she decided to share her reason.

Listening to her story, you learned very little about her past and of course her family. You already had dealt with her parents as you still receive the threatening letters her father tends to send to discourage you. Sadly though, you always prefer to deal with those letters right next to an open flame. You get to learn more as amira begins her tale of how she came to be. For all her childhood it was poise, grace and honor that follows with the family. Her father who is the ex king of saddle arabia you begin to learn that most of her life wasn’t much of a life.

While living in a palace would be a dream to many to her it was her prison as she spent day and night learning and practicing for when she becomes of age for a suitor to rule over the land. Even then her status even as a queen was more like a housewife since the king spent more time on business and visiting other meetings that she could have helped. Amira begins that her parents try to discourage but they actually have 6 foals of which 3 of them were given away due to them not fitting the role properly or were not of... Handsome or beautiful eneticitys

As you learned more of amira’s past you can agree on why she must hate her home. To her father she was trophy as well as her other siblings who managed to stay with her. ‘Bastard. Now I hate this animal even more...’ you growled a bit. Feeling Amira’s gentle hand reminded you to keep your temper in check. You slowly calm yourself before letting amira continued.

She continues when she became of 16 when her mother had announced of her so called prince charming. The stallion who she was referred to, was none other than Aragon. Oh yeah you’ve met that bastard as he tried to claim Amira again and force her back to her home land. It didn’t end well as he too sends some disturbing letters to you for his humiliation. She didn’t even met him as she points out as her parents already assigned her to be wed for him to help keep the lineage of the family. For several years till she turned 23 she was in hell as her husband used and abused her and his so called power and right under her parents noses. Drinking his brains out, promoting propaganda on how he is ‘saving this land’, the many mares he beds with every night since her marriage she couldn’t take it anymore.

She finishes it as her time in Las Pegasus was sort of a retreat. To get away from all the bullshit she has suffered over the years. That night with you and the incident in your hotel room wasn’t something she had planned. Though she was happy... She was finally happy for a change.

Seeing her smile you give her a kiss on her forehead as she blushes a bit. As her story finishes something bothered you more than anything. The fact she was 16 when she was supposed to marry that bastard was what made you sicken as they never gave her the chance to meet him in the first place.

“Tia this ‘arranged marriages’ i thought those were illegal?” you asked as you had read through equestrian history with twilight (god help you as you managed to live through that session) as in one of her books the practice was outlawed by even the royals themselves who deemed it an evil practice.

Celestia nods. “Yes I had outlawed it way before nightmare moon was formed. A young mare who was only 14 was to be wed by a stallion almost three times her age back then...” She shudders as that memory sickened her to this day.

“Sister, I do not recall- wait I remember a young turquoise mare almost like maidenline coming in with tears in her eyes.” Luna remembers which surprises you as to remember 1000 years ago is amazing but scary at the same time.

“Yes sister her name was Sweet Ice and she was just 14 when her parent the ice family had arranged marriage her with a 34 year old stallion” celestia stated.

You covered your mouth as you couldn’t believe this. Giving their daughter who wasn’t old enough to even be out of school to a grown stallion who is three times her age wasn’t just sadistic, it was pedophillia.

Celestia did stated that she and a few other loyalist who didn’t agree on what the family was doing and in a few months the family was destroyed. The daughter was sent to foster care and the family’s legacy was now but a distant memory.

Hearing that you were glad that mare was able to gain a life despite what her parents made her go through but right now you are getting off topic. You do ask your question again as celestia finishes off stating Equestria has banned the practice including the other major worlds but places like Saddle Arabia or any of the other islands that inhabit in the mediterrhean sea still practice it. You wish you can do something and stop this but sadly though that’s easier said than done, even if you were the king. Convincing others to follow a different path is like telling a toddler on which path to cross instead only getting babbles instead

You started growling again, but felt Amira kiss you on the cheek. You need to control your anger as you tend to change a bit when getting angry.

Once you had calmed down, you turned to the beautiful queen. “So guess that night wasn’t what you thought could happen, huh?” you smiled as Amira laughs a bit.

“Oh well remember the old saying ‘what happens in las pegasus, stays in las pegasus,” she said, making you blush. “And I meant what when that bastard tried to take me back. You’re much better in bed than he is.”

You blushed again as she resumed eating her breakfast. You decide to enjoy your eggs and pancakes as you don’t want to let those go to waste. You were just about to take another bite of Maidenline’s delicious cooking when you heard something banging on the window. However the banging didn’t come a second time as the window gave in and the intruder crashed right into Rainbow Dash.

“Whoops, my bad...” You chuckled, as you saw that the one who crashed into your house and was now sitting on Rainbow, was none other than your good friend, Derpy.

Like always, Derpy gives her bubbly smile as she sits right on top of poor dash who right now was turning purple since the mailmare was sitting on her face. Her favorite outfit she always loves to wear as a few letters fly all over the dining room or at least where she landed. You grabbed a few as derpy stands up from her spot and walks over to you. This gave RD the chance to get a good breath of fresh air.

“Letters for you,” Derpy chirped as she goes through her favorite bag and pulls out a small stack of letters and hands it out to you. Looking through the various letters derpy walks over and pulls out a single letter. “And a letter for you princess amira. Oh! Almost forgot,” Derpy goes through her bag and pulls out a small muffin wrapped in a small bow. “Happy birthday, your highness,.” she hands the muffin to amira.

“Awwww thank you Derpy,” Amira smiles as she takes a bite on her muffin. The sweet fluffiness made her mouth water just as much as the pancakes she was eating. However, she almost choked on the treat as she looked to see who the letter was from.

The ex king and queen of Saddle Arabia, in other words... her parents.

“Oh Celestia, strangle me please...” Amira groans as she stared at the address, trying her best to see if it was miscorrect or suppose to be sent to someone else.

You set your letters down as that was certainly a way to turn your wonderful breakfast into an awkward moment. Without even opening the letter, Amira handed it to you. “Could you please throw it in the fireplace, sweetie?” she asked, but you lightly pushed the letter away.

“Honey it’s your parents. I’m sure they must be wanting to say happy birthday so the least you can do is read what they have to say,” you pressure her as she sighs.

She opens the letter and begins to read it out loud.

“‘Dearest daughter,

Whether you believe us or not, we truly do miss you here in Saddle Arabia. It’s been many moons since we last saw you and been much longer since we ever celebrate a proper birthday with you. Your father is still upset how you decided to take off and ended up marrying that low life animal that those ponies look and worship but it doesn’t need to be like this. You shouldn’t let that beast control your life and keep you from coming home whenever you want.”

‘Since when am I the bad guy in that story?’ you grumble as the family in her letter sounds like you were keeping her hostage or something. You let her finish the letter.

“But alas if that stallion has any heart then surely he would be honorable in letting our daughter return home tomorrow to celebrate her birthday with her family and possibly extend a special-”

Amira stops there as she rips up the letter. “Miss Maidenline, if you’d please,” she said, handing the torn letter for Maidenline to throw away.

“As you wish milady,” she levitates a trash can for her to toss it.

“Uh... honey” you watched as maidenline carries the trash out while amira enjoys the last of her pancakes.

“Miss cherry I’d like another serving, please” she holds her plate out. Cherry bows and smiles.

“As you wish mlady. With more strawberries, yes?” Cherry bows as she grabs her plate. Amira nods and watches her favorite maid go back to the kitchen. You decided to pass the time conversing with your troubled queen.

“Look honey, I’m not on the best terms with your parents either, but despite that they are my family yes... But they can be eccentric...” Amira’s face changes as cherry brings in another hot stack of pancakes with fresh strawberries on top and topped with whipped cream. Distracted by your conversation, she didn’t start eating yet.

“I really don’t think going to Saddle Arabia for my birthday is a good idea, honey,” Amira sighs again.

“Come on Amira, i get they are traditional but they must miss you. And your a grown mare who made her choice in staying. You can tell them that,” you crossed your arms as the others agreed.

“Miss Amira, we all understand you don’t have a good bond but surely your family must feel awful that you choose to not visit them. Especially on your special day” celestia taps amira’s shoulder.

“Well shucks, sugarcube doing that is way more damage then physically hurting them” aj tilts her hat as coming from a family mare herself denying visiting her family is far worse than any physical harm,” AJ said tapping Amira’s other shoulder.

“Everypony please! I know you worry for me but...” Amira tries to come up with something to back up her claim.

“But honey, your mother must be worried sick for you. If not, what about your siblings?” Fluttershy asked.

Amira ponders on the idea a bit as when it comes to her parents she dislikes how they treated her but her siblings always stood up for her…. And one sibling she knows she needs to see. Still though if it means that she must bite her tongue and see her parents to see the ones she grew up with then she must take it like the mare she is.

“My siblings are all I cared about in this family and it does sadden me for leaving them. Especially my baby sister” amira sighs actually in worrying.

“Baby sister?” you asked. “How old is she?”

Amira smiles. “Oh she’s a grown mare like me but... it’s what happened to her that troubles me especially when we were little.” she twiddles her fingers as the memories of her past came flourishing.

Normally you shouldn’t dwell on others past if they are not ready but you can’t help the habit of knowing what happened. Like a tick that won’t stop when you hear something that happened to others.

“What... What happened?” you asked but you quiet your voice so as not to sound so rude about it.

Amira takes a breath again before turning to you. “You see honey my family isn’t great at being the best parents in the world nor were they brightest.” she pauses looking at her plate of half eaten pancakes. “When we were in our teens we were headed to a party in a separate carriage with our parents when….. We were abducted.”

You were a bit startled at that last sentence. “Abducted?”

“What happened?” Rainbow jolts up in the air.

“Rainbow hush.” Twilight pulls rainbow down back to her seat. “Please continue.”

Amira waves her hands a bit as that last word really spooked everyone. “Everypony please... It was a long time ago and last only a day.” she reassures before she continued. “We didn’t notice as our own driver wa part of a raider group who was hitching to score some bits in our kidnapped, only problem was for them is that my father wasn’t stupid on having a few guards tail us in case of this happening.”

“What happened once the guards found you?” you asked hoping the answer wasn’t what you thought it was.

She smiles. “The guards managed to stop them before they could get us out so we weren’t harmed, but...”

‘Oh god, I knew there was going to be a ‘but’...’ you thought, feeling dread as Amira paused on that word.

“They... took my baby sister... maybe to a holding cell... I don’t know…. All i know is my baby sister... wasn’t the same after that”

“Oh god... Did they?” you felt like vomiting as you pray Amira wasn’t going to say what they did to her. You can’t stand animals who harm children or use them to exploit riches and you have a major short string for those to be use as personal pleasure.

Amira shakes her head and looks at you. “No….. the guards….. They said she wasn’t... But something happened that day… because after that my sister wanted to suddenly join the guards.” amira stops and drinks some of her favorite juice cherry had delivered.

Amira goes on saying how all day she would watch her sister train with the guards secretly as her parents... well mostly her mother who forbid her thinking it’s unladylike for a mare to be trained a soldier.

Thought like many teens being rebellious is a central part of growing up, though you are going to remind yourself for when night and your other foals grow up to be teens. Oh how parenthood is going to say ‘LOVE YOU BUT F@#K YOU’

While Amira’s other sisters spent time grooming their hair and ogling at the newest guards being hired at the palace, her baby sister was more into swinging her wooden swords and climbing up areas she shouldn’t climb. Hearing that you now GOT to meet her as she sounds like a mare you would get along quite well, and definitely not in a sexual way you like to point out.

Amira then finishes as after sister turned 16 and had beaten up the last suitor her father had tried to score her with she departed to somewhere that not even amira knows where. To increase the suspicion, no letters, notices or anything of the sort were left behind to know if she’s alive or okay till 5 years later she returned home.

What happened those last 5 years remain a mystery as she didn’t even told her and out of her siblings she and her baby sister are extremely close together. Still though despite the sudden return her father did tried to straighten her out like how he does to the other siblings but something... definitely changed as not once her father would lay a hand on her. Something she envies her sister as out of the rest she the bravest of them all.

Finishing her story you and the others were amazed at how tough her little sister must be but still something bothered you. Being gone for 5 years is a long time and it does make you wonder what happened those years out in equestria. Guess some ponies have their own secrets of their own.

Amira begins to remember her siblings more then her sister and it being her birthday she would love to see them on this special day.

She ponders a bit on the idea of returning home before finally figuring her answer. She turns to you and smiles. “Fine…. For one day tomorrow you and everyone to come with me to saddle arabia tomorrow.”

“Ooooooohhhh Saddle Arabia! I can’t wait! I can’t wait!” Pinkie squealed bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Oh great heavens I’ve always wanted to visit the grand city of the sand.”

“Well shucks this apple is going to new places”

“Oh darling I can’t wait. What you think I should bring?”

“Something that is heat resistant, of course. Remember it’s scorching out there,” Rainbow Dash chuckles as when it comes to Rarity she tends to pick more fashionable then what is better for the weather. In fact, you could imagine the ideas Rarity would get for her outfits when your trip is over.

The way they dress is a lot more colorful and how they make the colors is more traditional than when it comes to the factory made.

You then turn to the royal sisters, as they now have different looks. Luna is more contempt on visiting the land of the sands of saddle arabia but Celestia was more puzzled a bit.

“Sister, what is troubling you?” Celestia asked.

“Well... It’s not so much important but... Miss Amira, I thought your parents were stuck on having more than 5 guests visiting the palace unless it’s a party they are hosting...” Luna added as she looks at Amira’s smug look.

“Oh they are... But I don’t care as it’s my birthday and it’s given me more of a reason to show my father that he doesn’t have control over me!”

This side now you were liking as amira laughs a bit before she turns to you. Leaning up close she stands up over till her breasts were right over your face. Pulling her shirt over her breasts jiggled a bit from the sudden freedom before shoving your face right between them.

“Like this would drive my father and my ex husband to their breaking point on how much our lover dominates me.” suddenly amira stops as an idea comes to mind. Since their fun was interrupted just a few minutes ago….. And also the fact it’s her birthday.

“Hey Pinkie Pie... When does the party start?” she asked playing with your locks of hair as you were in between her breasts. But pleased but also being suffocated as like rarities and hell even the princesses being smothered is fun unless you’re literally gasping for breath. You were finally freed after about 40 seconds of being trapped in her bosom. Holy goddess you thought you almost saw the light just for those last few seconds.

“Oh the party doesn’t start till 6. What do you have in mind though?” Pinkie Pie asked bouncing a bit.

You were given no time to complain as you were dragged back up to the bedroom with all your lovers following and giggling at the same time. You can only hope your maids add some of that endurance potion in your coffee as your going to need it to please all these mares.

*Elsewhere*

A figure’s eyes glowed bright red as he woke up to find several figures stand around him. After several long and excruciating hours of magic and conjuring magical crystals to help sustain the body from taking form. After sacrificing several other followers and acquiring the right pieces they were finally finished.

Their project laid in the middle of the circle as a few followers leave to recover some of their magic.

The leader of the group walks over to the finished project, a lone claw grabs it’s jaw and lifts it up for his view. “Our lord has seek your assistance yet again. It is the reason why you were brought back which would be pointless….. Since you failed,” he drops it on the ground as the project figure tries to stand up.

“Centuries of magic gone, wasted away leaving you nothing but just a husk body.” That insult was a mistake, as the figure grabbed his face and lifted him off the ground. “Let go of me you piece of fil-” his voice was cut off as the project they have been working for hours finally took his stand... by crushing his head with his bare hands.

The figures vocal cords wasn’t fully developed but his strength was almost there as the other cultists backed away.

“F-Forgive our ignorance s-sir!” they begged looking at their leader’s glowing red eyes. Indeed to what that snobbish scientist said before he got his head crushed, the figure’s strength isn’t the same as it used to be, but it was only a matter of time before it came back to him.

He growls as his voice is still recovering from the sudden ‘coming back to life’ gig he was put in. The other followers coward as they backed away from it. Minutes passed before another figure comes out from within the shadows.

“So you’re finally awake. I was aging already from how long it took to bring you back” a figure dressed in a unique armor set with a hood over his face. “Honestly I would’ve suggested just letting you wallow in your own failures then let you be resurrected.” his laughter echoes the room a bit. “I mean come on defeated by one measly monkey”

The project figure lunges out and extends a hand out at the annoying rat in front of him. But he stops just an inch away from impaling the hooded bastards face with his hand. He holds it there as he looks down. Underneath was a large metallic object almost would be similar to two pipes connected to a piece of wood pointing at his.

“Ah ah ah” he waves his finger out before taking a step back, he points the strange object at the projects face. “You see despite not having any powers... I have the next best thing” he points it at one of the cult scientists. Pulling the trigger the project takes a step back as a loud booming sound echoed, followed with blood and guts spraying out from where the scientist stood.

Looking over the project was stunned as once was part of the scientist’s rib cage left a massive gaping hole in his chest. The scientist coughing up blood and bile from the blast falls down to the ground dead.

Switching hands the hooded figure points at the sconded scientist before another booming echoed the room. With the sound of another beautiful sound of a body hitting the floor dead the project watches as the hooded figure blows the smoke out from the end before holstering in his back pocket.

“Your master told me you like death and destruction. My weapon is both and he is offering me quite a sum for your cooperation.” the hooded figure holds out a hand. “So let’s do business then. I hear you love explosions. Almost as much as murdering”

A growl of satisfaction came out of the project’s mouth as now he has a new business partner... and new ways to inflict pain.

*back to you pov. Next day later*

‘Wow dammit amira you could have been a little easier on my back’ you still rubbed your back as not even Zecora’s healing dust could completely dull the pain. Then again for amira and the others you now know the wild side that amira has. ‘Man if this is how she was back in las pegasus then i like to try that again’ you chuckled a bit as you sat up straight.

Right now you were all on an air carrier that was heading straight for the desert kingdom, Saddle Arabia. It took some time to get amira in since she was still being skeptical about the idea of returning home but a promise is a promise. The mane 6 plus you added Nocturnal Night and Jade Star (she is your bodyguard and threaten to break your fingers if you forget to add her like last time) were on board. You and the princesses including amira and in some strange way Eris is coming too... Why you don’t know as Fluttershy had somehow convinced you on that matter.

“What are you thinking, my sweet king?” Amira asked holding your hand

You give her a reassuring smile. “Not much honey, just wondering what Saddle Arabia is going to be like. After all, despite being the king I’ve never been here before.”

Celestia claps her hands a bit as she decided to cut into the conversation. “Oh, it’s so beautiful! The city of sand is what it’s famous for. However for what the locals say it’s the great tree of the rosary palm.”

“The rosary palm?” you asked confused about any trees surviving in the desert especially like someplace like Saddle Arabia.

“Yes, the rosary palm is the only tree in the whole desert that never withers and always manages to bloom even when we suffered a long drought.” she states.

You listened as Amira explained that the tree is the heart of the city in which it blooms at least once a year of which it gives out several bright blue blooming flowers. The tree is said to have been a gift from the first king who had been given some magic seeds to grow. It’s there he spends day and night taking care and nurturing the tree even till his death. The tree continued on till finally after the 4th emperor had passed the tree continued to bloom ever since.

You were both amazed and intrigue of such a tree existing but what amazes you more was the fact that a lone traveler who also wished to bring havoc on the land for his lord, tried to burn the tree but... It didn’t ignite. Using a torch he tossed it at the tree only for it to extinguish right as it touched its bark. What’s more, was the fact after the merchant who tossed it was suddenly engulfed in flames without any magic present. The guards who were guarding didn’t know of the merchant's plans before the found his journal on his cart. What caused him to be ignited remains a mystery to this day.

Just then you felt something slithering around you and you knew immediately the goddess of chaos was up to her old shenanigans. You looked at her unamused as she got in your face.

“Indestructible tree huh?” the draconequus said, making it obvious she wasn’t buying the story. And to be honest, you kind of agreed with her.

Amria’s cheeks puffed in annoyance. “It’s true how else did that merchant monster was incinerated. And since the torch was right next to the tree trunk it had to be obvious.”

You grumble as you still weren’t sure if you believed it yourself. Despite being in a magical world like Equestria, there are many things that sound impossible even with magic.

“I don’t know babe I-” you were cut off as Amira moved Eris aside and begins to pull on your cheeks. It didn’t hurt too much, but you definitely stopped talking.

“It’s true honey. If your thick head can’t accept how magical our rosary tree is, then you’ll need to do some serious studying in our royal library”

“LIBRARY?!” a sound echoed from behind the carriage. Now that your cheeks were free, you laughed as when it comes to that word, it won’t take long before Twilight finds herself full of excitement.

Managing to shut out Twilight’s excited remarks, you continued talking to Amira as she went on about her family’s heritage. Her family has been the rulers since the first emperor who watched over this city. It is said he was once a guilty man of a crime he did not commit, but after several long harsh years, a rebellion broke out and he was taken in. another few long years passed that same stallion became the leader and with the effort of the townsfolk under a false rule, they storm the palace and eliminated the false king. You swore you remember another battle occur like this which amira admits you were right.

The battle of diamond city of the diamond dog kingdom used that same method the Saddle Arabians used and with that, destroyed the demon dog of the diamond city. How one battle would inspire another and end a long war that would end you figure some fights are better learned on how others managed to win while sometimes it’s best to figure out other ways to finish a war.

Once the rebellion leader had stopped the previous king of greed the leader was later dubbed the king of Saddle Arabia in which her family’ss legacy has supposed to prosper over the centuries that passed. However to Amira... let’s say prosper it’s not how her family has planned. To her it’s more like dragging his name in the mud and using the fortune to only focus on themselves.

Of course, you had more questions but at that moment you noticed how the weather had become especially warm. Looking in front of you, your breath was taken away when you realized... you’ve finally arrived.

Looking out your window you were amazed as the city of sand was absolutely beautiful. Like an ancient city of Egypt all the buildings were made by sand and clay as some of the buildings tower over. However despite the city beauty it’s the palace that takes your breath away, as it made Canterlot’s castle look like amateur work (don’t let Tia hear that) as the palace and the city was surrounded by a huge thick brick wall.

‘Oh, I heard it, sweetie...’ Tia telepathically told you with an angry smirk. You gulped imagining how cruel she would be during the next round of lovemaking.

You also noticed that in the center of the palace, there was a large hole, as if this is where the tree was supposed to be.

The landing took a bit longer as the guards had a bit of trouble with the landing as the guards refused to let them land in the palace walls. So landing in front of the palace gates was as far as you all could. You are fine with a bit of sand in your shoes though Rarity’s expression implied she would kill the guards if the sand messed with her outfit.

The moment you stepped off, civilians began to bow and cheer upon seeing their queen had returned. Though even with all this praise, Amira was obviously still nervous as she held your hand for comfort. Thanking the guards for bringing you in front of the palace, you turned your attention to your wife.

“It’s going to be alright, my dear,” you reassured planting your lips onto hers.

Amira smiles as you head up the steps to the gate, only to be stopped as the guards blocked the door with their spears. “State your business!” the one on the left demanded, leaving you dumbfounded.

Amira steps in front. “Guards how dare you forget who you are talking to?!” she demanded and the soldiers’ eyes widened.

‘QUEEN AMIRA!” they exclaimed in unison. “P-Please forgive us your highness! B-But who is this... creature beside you?”

You wave your hands out and rubbed your head. Despite being a king not every creature knows you and being called “monkey” or “creature” is sort of normal for you. Fortunately, you knew just what to do and you and Amira showed the guards your golden wristbands, which signified your marriage.

“I’m her husband and supposedly the new king of Saddle Arabia.” you announced as both guards are staring at you in both shock and confusion. Nevertheless, they bowed to you before stepping aside with an apology, well one did the other you probably need to check a pulse as his head hit the concrete first. Even after being a king for a few years, you still weren’t used to ponies bowing to you or the fact some faint knowing a “monkey” is the king.

Anyway, now that the guards were no longer blocking the entrance, you stepped inside the palace and got a good look at the luxury it held. No doubt this was the throne room. It was a lot like the one in Canterlot where the pillars if marble and gold are holding some walls and stained glass windows show pictures if figures and landmarks if their heritage and beliefs. The throne was made of gold but behind it a large blooming green tree is behind it.

“Amira... could that tree be-” you tried to ask, only to be interrupted by the sound of coughing.

“So you decided to come after all, hmm?”

You look over as you spotted two very heavily dressed couple walking towards you. Both were dressed in an array of different colorful clothes each brimmed with jewels. The mare who you assume is Amira’s mother, the ex-queen, Jashe, had more jewelry on her then both Celestia and Luna combined. Hell, from where you stood, she could blind you with how many gems her dressed was lined with. The stallion, former king, Fakhar, was equally stylish but even for you that much bling is too blinding for you and probably would be like wearing 30-pound weight on your chest, arms and legs.

If you thought this was the only company you had, you were mistaken as a couple of younger ponies came rushing into the throne room, squealing as they saw Amira. Given how she responded by giving them a hug, you decided these must be her siblings. From the siblings you counted two brothers possibly twins since both had the same height, fur color and same style clothing. The only difference was hairstyle and eye color, one brother had a clean-cut pulled to the side with brown eyes while the other had more of a blown back hairstyle with green eyes. The sisters looked alike in some way, however, each one dressed in a different color and had a different hijab on.

“Oh sister, it hasn’t been the same without you around!” a blue mare with long light pink hair happily cried. “How has Ponyville been treating you?”

“It’s been great actually, but I missed you all so much” Amira returns the hug as she tries to hug all her siblings at once.

Amira continued to show affection to her brothers and sisters and quite reluctantly, moved on to hug her mother. Naturally, her father also wanted a hug but Amira stepped back the moment she saw him reach out to her. Naturally, you would understand how she disliked her father but you don’t want any fight on this special day. Sometimes you have to suck it up and take the bull by the horns.

“Go ahead honey, it’s okay...” you whispered as Amira retreated back to you.

Amira was skeptical of the idea of hugging her father as she figured once they are alone he would try something to break you and her up but ultimately not showing affection to her loved ones in their home is a moment of disgrace. To her at least she can suck up to her hate for at least today.

Walking over she hugs her father as he smiles and holds her tight a bit. “Happy birthday my little one. I trust Ponyville has been treating you right?” he asks surprisingly in a calm demeanor.

From where you stood his eyes locked onto you meaning that he’s holding every ounce of pride he has to not attack you. Amira’s own mother is giving you the same glare.

“Amira, I thought we made it clear not to bring more than 5 guests to our kingdom!” Jashe scolded. As far as they were concerned, the palace may be huge, but only a few can enter these mighty walls with their approval. This just showed they haven’t accepted that they don’t rule Saddle Arabia anymore.

“That’s right you did,” Jade said, and you could sense a sassy remark was well on its way.

“Well then why are you here?” the snobbish mare demanded.

“Because we don’t care what you say,” Jade replied.

Amira backed away from her father, deciding to interfere before things got ugly. “Mother, in case you haven’t noticed, these ponies here are my family too. All of them take care and love me for who I am and if I’m going to return home for my birthday, the least you can do is let them stay here for the night.” Amira steps up and crosses her arms.

Jashe growls, but sighs since it is her special day and they want to make her happy... At least till they can kick you all out then it’s not their problem anymore. Amira’s father though has a few words of his own.

“Disgusting. You marry this... This ‘THING’” Fakhar points at you with a twitching finger. “And for what... a good life? You had a life Amira with your supposed ki-”

“LIFE?! You mean when Aragon spent day and night abusing his power of rule by raising taxes on the citizens and bedding every mare he could find?!” She then turns to her mother. “And you mother... Don’t you forget that ‘YOU’ bedded with him as well and on our wedding day!”

You were more shock than ever. Yeah sure you are guilty in more ways than one but you always had permission from your lovers before messing with their mothers. Furthermore, if bedding with Aragon against Amira’s will wasn’t bad enough, Jashe did nothing to stop her former son-in-law from abusing her daughter.

The mare only humphs as she snorts in disgust. “It’s not wrong since he is the king after all and if he wants me to bed with him, so be it.” You couldn’t believe she actually sounded proud of what she just said.

“Honestly, I didn’t want to come back here but since my family wants me to spend at least some time with my parents I will make an exception. but I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning,” Amira sighed.

Her siblings were a bit bummed down as to hearing their sister leave back to ponyville but then again they know she has her reasons. To them, they wished they were as brave as amira since she can stand up to their own parents for once.

By the looks on her parents’ faces, both were ready to explode right now at how much disrespect she is giving them. Hell, even you were trying to stifle a laugh at how much ugly her father’s face was twisting and twitching from amira’s tone. Seconds passed as the parents finally stopped seething with anger and calm themselves down. Good thing too as you can tell the heat they were giving would burn a hole in the floor they were standing in.

Amira’s mother simmers down before her daughter cuts her off turning to one of the guards. “Guard, please show our guests to their rooms.” The guard bows in respect and shows your lovers to their rooms. You, however, stayed behind, as you would like a word with them.

“Hey sister please come with us we have so much to talk about” one of amira’s sisters races up to and grabs amira’s hand. Tugging her to come the siblings all decide to find a place to talk, amira looks at you as you wave her to have fun. She smiles as her siblings take her towards the balcony area.

Once they were gone that’s when they finally stopped their nice act. Good thing too, as that facade wasn’t suited for them.

“Disgusting whelp...” Jashe growls at you as you shake your head.

“How DARE you come to our palace?! If taking our daughter wasn’t enough, YOU WANT OUR THRONE TOO!” Fakhar points his finger at you. Seriously how he points at you as the stallion has multiple rings on all his fingers. That much weight could dislocate or cut off circulation in his fingers from all those jewelry.

You smirked a little as they seemed to forget you technically already have the throne, but you quickly got serious. “Listen I came here for only Amira’s sake... From what she’s been telling me, coming here was a mistake as she clearly has suffered enough from you too already. But I was the one who urged her to come back at least for a day. And for the record I don’t control her. If she wants to come back home, she can IF she wants too,” you instated as you remember the letter on how they accused you of not letting her come home.

“IT DOES NOT MATTER ON WHAT AMIRA WANTS! All that matters is that ‘YOU’ poisoned her mind with these ideas of freedom and disrespect. SAVAGE you are. You took our queen away from her rightful king!”

“I took her away?” You lost your composure. “DO YOU HAVE COTTON IN YOUR EARS?!” you shouted pointing a finger at them. By now your werewolf blood felt like taking effect, but you managed to simmer down a bit because Amira touched your shoulder. “Amira told me ‘EVERYTHING’ that bastard Aragon did to her, ESPECIALLY when he came to our home unannounced and tried to force her to come back. What happened to that notice of when we sent him back? Or you just didn’t care that your daughter was assaulted by the same stallion who was supposed to take care of her?” you crossed your arms as that day is still fresh and you won’t forget what Aragon has done to her.

“YOU EXPECTED US TO PUNISH THE KING?! You are more despicable than I thought!” Jashe seethes more at that accusation.

Now you were done with them as fighting with them is pointless at this point. “Why do I even bother? Caring even about your own family is least of your priority.”

The father steps up. “The king is the right stallion for the job, he must be full of grace and act with a strict authority against the other kingdoms. Arresting the king would bring disorder and misconduct to the whole desert of the word got out,” the father instates as he fixes his collar.

You paused for a minute and crossed your arms. “Even as a king, nobody has the right to harm their loved ones.” You walked a few steps in front of them. “I’m the king now and assure you there will be a few changes around here. Even if you dislike the idea, you forget Aragon is not here anymore. Your daughter calls the shots on who she picks to be king, and I will tell you this since your tiny brain refuses to register anything but power and wealth. A kingdom is its subjects. Property is not of value if the subjects don’t follow without the king's loyalty towards his own subjects!”

A good moment of silence passed once your speech was over and it was only interrupted by the sound of hoof steps. Turning, you saw a mare whose muscular figure made her look like a good rival for Jade Star had entered the throne room.

“Ah, so this is the famous king and hero of Equestria,” she smiles walking up to you. “Father, mother, I had hoped you two would be smart enough not to give grief to the new king. It won’t be long before all of Saddle Arabia is aware of his position. Furthermore, this is Amira’s special day and we should be looking for ways to celebrate and not searching for reasons to pick fights,” she said. “This isn’t like our child days, father. So you don’t have any authority to what this new king has or has planned for the future.”

“You DARE-?!” the enraged stallion actually had the nerve to slap the young mare for talking down to him. You wished to stop this before he would hit the mare, but you stopped as the mare manages to catch his arm. Holding him up, you watched Fakhar struggle to break free as the mare slowly turns his arm. You know wrists have a certain amount of pressure to snap if turned a certain 90 degrees however seeing this mare twists the ex-king’s arm to the point where he’s on the floor and groaning in pain was actually impressive.

She finally let's go, signaling him and Jashe to leave before they embarrassed themselves any further. They didn’t do that, but at least they backed off quite a good distance, leaving you wondering who this mare is.

“That was quite a show you put on. May I ask what your name is?” you asked.

“Esma. And I’m not afraid to admit that I’m Amira’s baby sister,” she explained without a hint of embarrassment.

‘She’s the baby sister. Jesus when she said she wanted to be a guard then she definitely qualifies’ you were shocked as this mare was twice as tall and looked to bench press the same amount Big Mac can.

Not wanting to be rude, you snapped out of it and reached out to shake Esma’s hand with a smile. Needless to say, in addition to being the youngest, Esma was the strongest and when she took your hand, you almost thought it was Big Mac. Of course, no real harm was done and Esma apologized for the honest mistake.

Unfortunately, Fakhar didn’t know when to back off and interfered with your conversation once again. “Alright, let’s cut to the chase. Esma, if you actually believe this creature has the right to take care of your sister, you should have stayed in the wild like the beast you’ve become. As for you Amira, I’ve got several suitors who have had their eyes for you ever since you left Aragon. I’ve placed my bets that at least one of them would change your mind.”

Clapping his hands, it wasn’t long before stallions of different shapes and sizes entered the room. You wanted to gag as they must be tugging at strings for this supposed to work. Each suitor was dressed in royal attires, but despite all the luxurious and colorful clothing they were wearing, they lacked one important feature... Looks.

‘Seriously some must have been hit with the ugly stick as their smirking snobbish faces were too ugly to be called handsome.’ you thought and held Amira’s hand protectively as an obese stallion with a turban waddled up to you. Strangely enough, no one noticed your golden wristband was beginning to glow a little. “Mmmmm, your father wasn’t lying... a pretty thing like you would make an excellent addition to my slut harem.”

A nerve was twitched as you walked over to the obese pig just eyeing at your lover. “GET... THE... F#CK... AWAY FROM HER!” Your arm turned a bit larger as your fingernails grow sharper. Reaching up you grabbed the fat stallion’s face and without warning, you threw him up and over into the corner as if he were a baseball. The other suitors were shocked and fearful as they looked at the fat slob then at you. By now your arm had returned back to normal from the sudden change.

Backing away, both of Amira’s parents were stunned at your strength as no regular stallion can lift and throw someone like that... unless you were an alicorn. Esma too was a little shocked, but she soon smirked and looked at the suitors who were still conscious.

“I doubt any of you punks want to be the king’s next target, now would you?” she asked.

All the suitors shook their heads as the didn’t want to tangle with this creature, given how you demonstrated your strength and the level of anger you were radiating right now.

“A wise choice if I do say so myself,” a soft voice said.

‘What now?’ you wondered.

Watching over to where the suitors had enter you can see an elderly pony in royal attire minus the jewels had walked in. This stallion, despite wearing royal attire, looked full of a rare amount of wisdom only a few would have. His eyes looked to be in a trance of some kind, you didn’t move as the elderly stallion walks up to you.

“Hmmm, let me get a look at you my colt.” He examines your features. Grooming his long white beard you can hear him exclaim a few hums and mummers as he takes a good look at your face and clothing.

“Hmmmmm... Young, but wise, short-tempered but has a sense of justice,” he comments.

‘Wow, that's…. Actually impressive he can tell from just looking’ you commented in your head as the stallion walks around you.

He continues around before coming up almost an inch to close. You can hear him sniff your body as you felt a bit uneasy about it. “You smell of blood on yourself. Vile blood. Those who have committed such heinous acts.” he looks up at you. “Tell me human... Do you shed it for justice or enjoyment” he asks almost in a commanding voice.

By now you were more shocked as this stallion just by seeing and smelling he can tell you had taken a life or some lives and now you don’t know if you should be fearful or cautious.

The elderly stallion chuckles and walks a few steps back still facing you. “No matter. You are perfect for the Arabian family’s little blossom flower.”

By now you were a bit more confused as the elderly stallion walks over to the parents. Both of them had a small conversation before the parents walk up towards you.

You continue through before you stopped. You all stopped right in the middle of the throne room. Facing where the thrones were placed you can see a large golden throne sat in the middle of two small ones were placed right behind a large beautiful tree. The tree was surrounded by the most beautiful and colorful flowers you’ve ever witness. You can see the greenery and the branches were trimmed as a small pond laid in the middle.

You were a bit stunned at the sight but something else catches your eye. On the tree bark you know it must not be part of the beautiful display of green agriculture layed a strange object embedded on the tree bark.

“Oh, father... You still haven’t gotten rid of it...” Amira groaned as she walks up to the tree. You follow behind as you took a closer look.

Getting closer you can see it was a beautiful silver ax, wrapped it a dark almost blacken leather you can see a few large feathers hanging on the end as well on the end where the blade is embedded. In the middle of the blade, you can see some strange symbols etched on the ax blade.

“I had my little flower. It seems it killed another one and came back here” Fakhar sighed as he stared at the ax still embedded on the tree bark.

“I told you selling it was a waste of time,” Jashe grumbled at her husband’s failed attempt of getting rid of it.

“That’s quite a well-crafted ax,” you complimented, as the ax’s size and design looked unique and well made.

Amira sighs before turning to you. “Nopony knows where this ax came from as before the city was made this ax was embedded in our tree. Though there’s a good explanation of why we keep our hands off it...”

Curiosity got the better of you as you walked closer to the ancient weapon and you suddenly felt a mysterious power now that you were so close to the ax. “...It... It’s cursed...”

“HONEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Amira screams out as you were just inches from the axe. “Are you crazy? Yes, it’s cursed!”

The elderly stallion walks up right beside the young queen. “Indeed it is. Legend states the axe holds a dark force inside as many who wield it ended up mysteriously chopping their own heads off the next day. Some by accidents, others that are left unknown.” He then turns to his masters. “Which somehow leads to it being returned back to its original place.”

Feeling its mystical power dwelling inside, something in your brain was in control as you couldn’t help yourself. Reaching out with the same hand that turned into a werewolf claw not too long ago, you grabbed the handle, by now the whole family was in pure shock as you grabbed hold of the axe.

Nothing happened as you grip firm on the handle before ripping the axe off of its embbed area. Holding the axe, you discovered it was surprisingly lighter than it looked. Tracing your finger on the metal carvings on the blade you were hypnotized at the amount of detail it must have gone to look as beautiful as it is.

“Darling... you really should put that back...” Amira whimpered.

“She’s right, young master... That blade is not something you can control. It has claimed many lives even before it was cursed on the tree...” the elderly stallion walks up but stays a few inches away from you.

You didn’t really feel anything before, but as you continued to hold the axe, you almost got the idea that the sword had a mind of its own.

You were still intrigue on the axe before an idea comes to mind. You’ve read plenty of books about curses and magical weapons and objects from Twilight, and you remember from one them that for a weapon to be used proper the weapon and its wielder must be in sync to understand to fully use it to its purpose. For a weapon its master must be chosen for the weapon to be allowed to be used and even cursed weapon like this it’s all the matter on choosing a master for it to work.

You know that if an axe had many users all of which failed means that the axe didn’t choose them for it to be used. Like a dog and his master, you must show your worth for this weapon to choose you. This made you surer that the axe had a mind of its own. You decide to test it out for yourself.

“Let’s see if I’m worthy...” you said and threw the axe high in the air.

“HONEY! What are you doing?!” Amira screamed, now more worried as to what you have planned.

By now even the family and the elderly stallion were fearful and frantically freaking out as you bend down so that the axe was above your neck. You needed to gain its trust and by doing so you must show you are ready for the axe’s blade. Only then you know that the axe has given confidence and would allow you to wield it if it misses you that is of course.

You closed your eyes as the axe begins to fall, threatening to cut your head clean off like the previous owners. Time suddenly seemed to stop as your body felt weightless as everything stopped around you. You can still hear the faint sound of the axe’s swings in the air, it felt almost an eternity but it didn’t last long. You kept still as you hear the sound of the axe swishing right beside your right ear, followed by a loud crunch sound of metal against... Concrete?

Since you were able to open your eyes, you obviously still had your head and you breathed a sigh of relief as the axe missed you. Turning around though you can see the axe just an inch from your right shoulder embedded on the marble floor.

Dusting your clothes, you smile as you reach down and grabbed the axe. “Wow that was probably one of the stupidest things I have ever done...” you sighed. Amira couldn’t agree more as you learned from how she slapped you hard across the face.

‘OOOOWWWW DAMMIT!’ you rubbed your cheek, as this mare can definitely slap since she was an earth pony. You almost fell to the ground and you swore with a little more effort she would have dislocated your jaw. Looking at Amira, you saw tears streaming down her cheeks as she ran over to hug you.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” she screamed as she begins beating on your chest. Like you just admitted, gambling your head was by far your dumbest idea yet, but to do it right in front of the queen you need to question the mentality in your mind. Acting without thinking isn’t normal for you even when sometimes you face small challenges.

“I’m... I’m sorry Amira... It’s just...” You smack yourself on the head as you don’t know why, nor can you explain yourself. It’s like you were in a trance or your mind just let itself go freely without making any logical motives on why you would do such a bizarre and dangerous act in the first place.

While Amira and you were trying to justify why you were acting so strange and to perform such a dangerous act in front of them Fakhar wasn’t anymore please then he was before. Wishing for the axe to hit its mark he was more outrage the axe miss him and fell off the to back completely missing every part the axe could have a slash and or hack off.

“'ant muthir lilaishmizaz alhayawan” (you disgusting animal) Fakhar storms right at you as his shouts echoed the room. He’s been watching the whole time and is outraged that the ancient weapon chose you. It’s obvious to you that Amira’s father never had the guts to try and wield the axe.

Jashe huffed “Well if you can actually handle a weapon that is cursed, there’s no doubt that you must be an evil being! I for one refuse to tolerate Amira’s marriage any longer!” With that, she grabbed her daughter’s wrist. “Come with us this instant Amira, one way or another we will find the right at her own suitor!”

Naturally, Amira wasn’t going to stand for her mother to treat her like a child, especially now that she was the queen. “I’ll have you know the mother that my husband here has a great understanding of his past and has had a rough life back home just like I have!” she growled, breaking free of Jashe’s grip.

You looked at Amira as despite her knowing your past, there’s a fine line for you on who should know about it. You don’t want anyone to change or try to spread about it, you refuse to be treated like that ever again. You shake your head as Amira sighs knowing you’re not the one who enjoys talking about your past, but the ex-king and queen continued to pressure you.

“Well... Come on then. Do you wish to tell on how bad your luxurious lifestyle being a king and having all those mare sluts you call princesses?” Fakhar grumbles waiting for your answer as you didn’t speak a word.

You grumble as you hate being mocked like that, but you kept your cool. You don’t need this as you faced it before and you aren’t going to let it get to you. Letting those mock or insult you and reacting to them is how they know they are winning and you refuse to let them win.

Amira does help keep you in control by hugging you tight. Despite being a caring man you are you hate to admit it as you always even before your werewolf abilities you have a short fuse and... You can lose it if the case.

Fakhar and Jashe though, despite not caring to show their true emotions and rage on their faces, you were wondering how long till those expressions would get stuck. “You’ll give in eventually Amira! I assure you this won’t be over until you agree to our tones and get a PROPER husband!” Fakhar snarled.

Leaving you and Amira alone, you felt like you wanted to puke. ‘JESUS ALMIGHTY’ you screamed in your head at how disrespectful these ponies are. f@$k being parents these people must be related to goldenblood for how vile they are. ‘Man not even all the gold, makeup or even a priest could save those psychos.’

“Wow, when you mean it you definitely meant what you said about your parents. I’ll admit I didn’t take you seriously when you told me.

Amira cheeks puffed out a bit. “I did warn you about them. But don’t worry, they’re more bark than bite. They won’t soil their land nor their own hands to get what they want.”

You looked at her more questionable on that statement. ‘Yet they are rich… it wouldn’t be surprising if hiring someone to kill me is their option’ you sighed. “Still they are relentless bastards...”

“Yet you’re one too, remember?” Amira says, playfully poking you in the cheek.

You laughed. “That’s true...”

Sharing a laugh with your queen, the elder stallion was still in pure shock at the display you just committed. Not many stallions, or anypony for that matter, would do something that dangerous right in front of their loved ones. However, that wasn’t what scared him at that moment. For a brief second as the axe missed him the stallion could have sworn your eyes... They weren’t right in just a second. He could sense a dark aura radiating on the human, but it left as quickly as it came.

Snapping out of his shock the elder approached you with a small smile. “It’s amazing that you still got your head. Though you gave me quite a scare there.”

You chuckled lamely a bit. “I apologize for that…. I just... Um ... actually a question just came to mind...” You stopped as you looked at the elder. “Please tell me... Did anypony... I mean ANYPONY wield this axe before me?”

The elder sighs deeply, he rubbed his beard a bit as he tries to remember. “Things get harder to remember with age, but that’s not important right now. Even if you’re still alive, it’s still not wise to trust that axe so I must insist you put it back.”

You agreed. Slamming the axe blade on the tree to where it belonged you turned to amira as she gives you a shocking look. “What?” you asked.

“YOU COULD HAVE LEFT IT ON A ROCK!” she screams as you looked at the axe and the sacred…… trreeeeeeeeee…… ‘f#$k’

“What... An axe goes on a tree... It makes sense.” you shrug. “It’s not a pickaxe babe” you clarify as an axe works better on trees not stone. You didn’t look too much like an idiot, as Amira let out at least a short giggle at the lame joke and started to calm down.

“I feel so much better now that you’re not holding that vile thing. Anyway, my sisters should be done preparing some tea. Why don’t we relax and have a cup?”

You agreed as a cup of tea you definitely need after that greet. The elder stallion bows and takes his leave as you let amira show you around the palace. You haven’t fully enter the palace of saddle Arabia and you like to know what it has to show.

Deep inside your mind within the void of darkness, a figure manifested in your mind smiles deviously.

“Finally... after centuries... It’s been where I...” His smile turns into a frown as he let out a low growl…. “No matter... At least... It’s back”

*back to reality*

Entering the tea room with Amira, you saw that a unicorn mare with bright grey fur and light purple hair was preparing the tea which had just been finished.

“How nice that our newest king could come over,” she smiled.

You thank her for the compliment as Amira grumbles a bit. “Shamsi, you know he hates being called by his status...” she reminds her eldest sister who pours another cup of tea for them with a giggle. Despite not being home often, she does make sure to write to her family once in a while. Some of those letters she has mention on how you felt awkward being called only just by your status instead of your real name however for her sisters you’ll make it an exception.

“Couldn’t help myself,” she said with a playful wink and hands you each a cup. Blowing it a few times, you took your first sip and were genuinely impressed by the aroma and flavor. You made sure to let Shamsi know how good it was. “Thank you, sweetie. It’s the least I can do after you had to put up with such a rude welcome. Though I’ll admit Amira, I’m a little jealous you married somepony so handsome, not to mention the king.”

You laughed a bit. “Well the king part was actually a different story. I’m not sure if Amira filled you on that.”

With a giggle, Shamsi nodded. “Yes, she has told us the amazing story of you saving your captain and royal bodyguard from being dishonorably discharged.”

You laugh and do help fill in the rest of the story as before any of that happened you were just a regular bystander before the whole incident. Plus you and Princess Luna grew acquaintance and later grew into friendship as the months passed by. It was later on a few years of being with the princesses and helping Luna give birth to your foal was when she offered you to become her king. The moment you told them you refused the crown more than 3 times the eldest sister couldn’t help but spit out her own tea, which would have soaked Amira if she didn’t duck.

“SISTER, IS HE TELLING THE TRUTH!?” Shamsi screams out.

Amira giggles, too amused to care that she almost got spat on. “Oh, it’s true. But after the incident with Jade Star... let’s say his life took a different turn...” she sighed peacefully as that lead to her magical night a few weeks later.

‘Oh yeah and one horrible bachelor’s party night turned into a night for Amira to remember...’ you laughed mentally.

Shamsi giggled a bit. “So lucky... you’re like Amira’s knight sweeping her away from her miserable fate.”

You laughed a bit as that’s not the first time you heard that before. ‘Heh the coronation took the whole knight in shining armor to a whole new level!’ you mentally laughed as that day was a wonderful moment you will never forget nor your lovers either.

Taking another sip of your tea, your enhance hearing catches two sets of hooves walking in the hallway. Since your new abilities had enhance most of your regular senses you can hear a small conversation happening from the back. It’s small conversation and faint it was a bit more pleasant as you can hear a masculine voice talking about you.

The voices grew louder as you managed to hear the conversations more clearer as they grew closer to the tea room. You kept your focus on the door as you can hear the door knob being turned and the door slowly opened.

“Sister, are you in here?” a male stallion sticks his head out the door way as he peered inside.

Amira smiles and waves. “Yes brother, I’m here with both Shamsi and my lover.”

Opening the door all the way you watched as a medium built unicorn stallion enters the tea room. From the way, he walked and the less amount of gold and jewelry compared to father of the palace you figured he must be Asim. from where he stood he looked to be a heavy guard structure but the bright red and gold clothing shows his royalty status of the palace. His face you can tell he must have trained hard as he had more scars on his cheeks then you do on your body.

He smiles as he bows. “Ah I see you haven’t changed your favorite flavor of tea since you left the palace little sister,” the stallion teased, making Amira giggles a bit.

“Oh, you speak like I would forget you and my other siblings once I gotten remarried again,” Amira takes another sip of her tea.

Asim laughs a bit as well. “Yes well being remarried again did take us by surprise. And with a... Um... what are you called again?” he sheepishly asked looking at you.

You laughed as well and clarify his question. You told him you are called a human and that you somehow came to this world mysteriously and has made a name for yourself. The stallion decided to enforce his manners and introduce himself.

“Apologies for my rudeness and for not introducing myself. My name is Asim. I’m Amira’s eldest brother and the direct descendant of our great savior, Tareq.”

You wave your hand out as you don’t mind him asking a question first. You ain’t like these other snobbish fools that you are supposed to associate with…. Besides your lovers of course. You then remember the name though. Tareq was it. You remember bits as he was the leader of the resistance that help save this land as well as make this palace his own. However when it comes to naming it’s not the greatness of who or where it came from. It’s how you make it is what makes it famous.

As Asim took a seat right beside Amira, Shamsi helps poor a drink for their brother. “Thank you, sister.” He takes a sip of his hot tea and sighs.

“By the way, where’s Tharwa? It’s not like her to miss out on tea,” Shamsi asked.

“Mostly flirting with the new guards. Father isn’t going to be pleased if she gets caught again...” Asim sighs as he points out the little troublesome hobby their sister tends to do in her spare time.

You grumbled a bit at the statement. You can tell Fakhar is heavily influenced and practically everyone and or everything he approves and disapproves of. You do ask if their father was really that strict to what they should or shouldn’t do which resulted in a heavy sigh from everyone.

“Strict is barely a word enough to describe how our father is and how he was back growing up...” Amira tightens her grip on her cup. You can hear amira’s and even Asim’s own cup began cracking from their strength they were putting on.

You listen quietly as the siblings couldn’t help comparing the kinds of suitors they’ve met over the years. Random but accurate words were used to describe the snobs Fakhar and Jashe tried to get them to marry. Such included: big, tall, lazy, ugly, the list goes on.

‘Wow... I may be royalty, but honestly... This makes me glad I lived on the streets. What some of these kids go through from how rich their parents are, I rather prefer what they like to say that they despised... The ‘commoner life’ you mentally laughed as just reminding those back in canterlot on who you were back then just seems to set them off knowing a common was chosen to be the princesses’ husband then a royal blood fool.

“Why is it that your father is so obsessed with making you marry these snobbish suitors?” you asked, but you had a good idea of what the answer was.

“Well darling,” Amira began, “It’s a tradition and to the family marrying someone famous is a sign of authority and respect to the Saddle Arabian royal bloodline.”

“So just another greedy bastard who’s obsessed with power and money,” you growled.

Asim nods in agreement. “You should have seen the females father has asked me to look over. Some were wearing so much makeup and even that couldn’t hide their facial features.”

You almost lost yourself from that comment as you tried not to spill your tea. Although it didn’t help as you had a bit of tea going into the wrong pipe. You cough a bit and compose yourself before letting Asim resume.

“Speaking of suitors and lovers, Amira... you best brace yourself for this... Your ex-husband, Aragon... has been invited to the castle,” Asim reluctantly said.

By now, the ceramic cup Amira was holding now was just a bunch of pieces. Her surprising strength managed to shatter the cup. “Please... Tell me... you’re joking dear brother...” she practically begged while her handshakes at the thought of her abusive ex coming to the palace.

Asim sighs. “I’m afraid so. Father deems that bringing him over would help convince you to stay and resume the role of queen of saddle Arabia if that all that matters to him” asim takes a sip of tea.

You were a bit startled from the cup suddenly shattering but then again, hearing that news you lost a tad bit of control as well. Nonetheless, you helped your queen clean the mess from her tea and checked her hand for any cuts. Seeing a deep cut on her palm, you wasted no time asking Shamsi to bring a medkit. Blood started to form as you waited for her to return.

“Here you go, your highness. Though, I’m curious... are you a doctor?” the older mare asked as she hands you the kit.

You explained that you were a licensed physical therapist and have gotten your degree in modern medicine during your college years. You stopped the bleeding in amiras hand by adding pressure before cleaning it up and sterilizing the wound. Seeing it barely broke through the muscle you decided to add a cotton ball and wrap the wound with gauze. A bandaid wouldn’t suffice as the wound was too large for the ones inside so you stuck with the alternative.

Finishing up you give it a sweet kiss on top of it. “For good luck and wellness,” you laughed a bit as that last part was unnecessary, but rather to keep your wife here in good spirits. Amira giggles at how silly you can be, however, siblings were actually impressed.

“Huh... Grace and smarts. A good combination if I do say so myself,” Asim complimented.

You asked him to explain, as being rich doesn’t necessarily make you smart. To most royals, they let either the guards or servants patch their wounds; even small cuts are something beyond some royals’ ability to take care of.

By now if you thought being a royal is bad you hate to be that kind of royal. ‘Glad I stayed in school then. Didn’t have a choice that much for that matter...’

“It’s not something we like bringing up...” Shamsi grumbled. “We were even forced to go to the same royal academy where we met the mosh conceited stallion in the whole school.” She shivers as she thought back to her obnoxious classmate.

“How was it when you went to school, your highness?” Asim asked. You felt a little embarrassed about being addressed by your title.

You admit you had your moments, but you had spent more time on your studies than you did socialize with other students, but you do make the effort to keep up in shape so you can keep up and stay away from the bullies. You do add that things changed when you finally moved out of the house. The siblings do encourage asking what you meant things changed. You do mention you did had a rough life but you managed to survive and that’s what matters. Amira fills in the blanks as she mentions you were abused and had a sore spot on talking about it. Still, at least they understand and by the look on your face talking about it wasn’t easy.

“The poor dear here doesn’t like to talk about it...” she said, cupping your cheek to comfort you. All the while, Shamsi and Asim expressed both shock and envy. Unlike them, you managed to escape from your abusive family.

“It’s a deep subject I prefer to keep locked up. Family is different as they need to know and I’m not wanting to keep secrets” you admitted. It’s true as when it comes to family you should never keep secrets... Well unless your building a secret assassin society bent on taking out Grogar’s forces and every sick devil you come across that bleeds these lands... yeah that might not be best to tell your lovers.

“Aside from that, what happened to your youngest sister, Esma?” you asked. While Asim remained silent, Shamsi let out a loud groan.

“Esma... our baby sister has grown up so fast...” Amira sighs as she remembered how little their youngest sibling was now a full-grown mare.

‘Yeah, from small filly to a buff mare that could encourage Jade to up her game in the physical department’ you commented as you remember their sister quite well. Little is not what Esma is anymore. “I’ll repeat my question, what happened to her?” you then looked at Amira and Shamsi. “Amira tells she left for a few years on her own before returning home.”

Shamsi sighs and lounges on her chair. “After our father found what he thought was a potential suitor for her Esma did the most courageous idea we all wish we could do...”

“She escaped and left the family. We always knew she was a tough mare. Tougher than anypony in the palace but once she returned she really got strong.” asim pours another cup of tea for herself. “Oh... how we all envy her. To live out our lives how we want to and not be restricted to royalty.”

“If you asked me I would trade my dresses, my gold, even my own beauty to be free if that was possible” Shamsi commented as she turns to her sister amira. “You’re strong, Amira... more than I could ever be and I... I wish I can be like you...” She was so close to crying.

You frowned as you can understand the pain they are going through. Living in the palace isn’t all that glamorous as it seems as these poor mares are dictated by their own father to carry out the bloodline of royalty... Yet another reason you despise them even if you are married to the princesses.

You wanted to find something else you can talk about but Shasmi wipes her eyes and breaks the silence. “My apologies... I got something in my eye. So about Esma...?”

You waited for a few seconds before he was composed enough to continue before you asked how did she escape from her father and the palace. Amira explained that their brothers were the ones who helped her. Granted they were punished for helping her escape, but to them, it was worth the effort. What happened after that remains a mystery.

Shaking her head, Shamsi assumes maybe their other brother, Bariq might know since he was the one who ensured that her escape remained successful. It wasn’t easy after that, as their father wasn’t pleased to hear Esma had run off to his quote. ‘That little whore, after all, I gave to her, she decides to ruin our image by whoring herself.’

Ignoring that quote, you stroked your chin wondering just how much this stallion, Bariq knows. You asked where you could find him.

“Knowing my brother, he’s probably gawking at the maids in the royal gardens. We let them use that as their break room. Don’t get the wrong idea, he is respectful and certainly has more grace then my ex does,” Amira said taking a sip of her tea. “...But he’s still a pervert.”

With a chuckle, you stood to go find the royal gardens, but not before giving your queen a kiss on the cheek simply to show your affection.

*Meanwhile a few miles off*

Several feet away from the palace, the nice was chilly as the air felt almost choking from how much sand is being swept over the land. It’s quite common for sand to float over the city, however, tonight something else decides to fill in the air... Death.

Another loud bang echoes in Esma’s ears as her night is almost done for tonight. The air is choked with sand, blood, and death as she finally finished with her tasks.

“We could have gotten some information from that animal.” A figure stood behind as he sets a large bag beside him.

“After what they did back a few years back and who they work with... Not much worth sparing.” Esma sighs as she sheaths her weapon. “Besides, you aren’t exactly the sparing type either.”

The figure behind laughs. “Then will you accept my invitation to being a hunter?”

Esma laughs too and turns towards the figure. “I’ll consider it, but let’s cut to the chase. Where are the goods?”

The figure grabs the bag and throws it at the muscular mare. Reaching out, Esma grabs the bag before it could hit the floor. Walking over to a large stack of crates both Esma and her accomplice looked at a large crate before staring at the large lock that would keep the contents from being stolen. The one thing that prevents anyone from opening it stood in their way.

“So by chance, you have brought a key for this right?” Esma asks looking at the large lock.

Her friend smiles. “Oh yeah, here,” he pretended to be looking for a key before he pulls out a large revolver magnum and shoots the lock. The sound echoed throughout the warehouse followed by metal being shredded from the bullet’s force.

Esma didn’t react to her friend's unique locksmithing skills, but she didn’t take a step back as the pieces of the lock bounce out from being destroyed by a single bullet.

“Dammit, you idiot... You have lockpicking skills... SO USE THEM FOR ONCE!”

The figure chuckles at Esma’s reprimanding. “And miss out on the fun of getting to use this baby again?” He waves his weapon before sheathing it back in its holster.

Emsa shakes her head as she should have figured the antics her friends have. Psychopathic tendencies with high honor on justice... A bad combination in so many ways but to him, it’s how he gets his job done.

Removing the broken lock of the crate Esma watches as her friend pry the crate open as he holds it out. Esma doesn’t say a word as her friends look inside the crate. A sudden chill spreads from her hands and up towards her spine as the tension felt almost choking to breath.

Her friend kept silent before he slams the lid down.

“It’s... It’s worse than I thought...” he says almost lost of breath from what he just witnessed.

“What are you talking about?” Esma asked raising an eyebrow. Her partner gestures her to come over with a free hand while the other opens the crate again. Esma looks inside and was at a loss for words... RPGs. 10 of them neatly stacked to the top as one side she can see several high powered missiles all ready to be used.

“These... How did he...?”

“He’s an animal, remember that Esma. Years of training and even after the accident he still hasn’t lost his smuggling touch...” The figure slams the crate lid down and walks away.

Esma takes a deep breath as she hates explosives, especially ones that she has lost friends and innocent lives to. To her partner she can tell this is hitting him more than her.

“You... you know it wasn’t-”

“Don’t... Please...” the stallion muttered, suddenly getting emotional as he holds out a hand at her. “Let’s just make sure... to get the job done.”

The two of them go through the bag they brought for a mission. When it comes to being prepared they always make sure to bring a bit extra in case they need to finish the job at hand.

Pulling a few large bricks with a timer on them they carefully place each one on a certain location that would do more harm than good.

“Alright, now let’s bail.”

Leaving the building, both of them had made sure the buildings were far from when the fun starts and the fireworks will light up the night sky. Walking several feet away Esma holds out a small switch in her hand.

“With these out of the way my people, at least have a fighting chance,” Esma smiles as they need to take a few more feet just to make sure they know they aren’t being followed.

As they walked, her friend pulls out a cigarette and lights it for a smoke. Even with his experience in these missions, he still tends to get stressed out. Years on the field have never been easy and despite having his lungs being poisoned he taken worse than the smoke.

“You know, I can steal some of my father's special Arabian cigars.” Esma smiles as despite not being a smoker herself, she knows her friend would love the rich taste of Arabian tobacco.

Her stallion friend takes a deep puff as the thought of smoking rich Arabian smokes that were made exclusively for the royal family has gotten his interest. “Thank you, but doesn’t Fakhar despise those who touch his special smokes,” he said.

“And I care why?” Esma smirks as her friend laughs

A few seconds passed before Esma then decided to change the subject. “This is going too far. Too many lives have been lost because these bastards decided that money is more important than morals...”

Her friend sighs as he knows she’s right to many to count and all who use them tested each one on the innocent. He takes another deep puff of smoke.

"Which is why we are here. To clean up the mess" he said firmly. “You and I both know that’s not important anymore. It’s what and why we need to focus. We can’t let them live if they keep doing this. Tech like this shouldn’t be in this timeline."

“I know... But I’m more worried about my other guests.”

Her friend raises an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?” he asked. Esma begins on her explanation of how her sister has been invited back home for her birthday tomorrow, but to her parents’ annoyance, she brought her lover and the rest of her new family.

Esma sighs. “By now, father has probably come up with some stupid plan and already brought in the supposed suitors for my sister,” she growls a bit.

Her friend stayed silent for a few seconds before he breaks it. “Your father is a persistent bastard...” Esma nods.

“If this can’t be stopped soon I don’t know who I want dead first. My father or our target.” She clutches the small device.

“Don’t worry... If they do try something stupid” Her partner pulls out a small switch with a button on top. “We’ll just do what we are trained to do best.” A small clicking was heard before it quickly started to beep faster followed by a loud explosion happening across where they left.

Her partner and friend sigh as he thought he’d be finished with this line of work when he went into early retirement but it seems he’s pulled back in again. “I swear our job just demands more and more work each day...”

Esma laughs a bit. “Yeah, it seems that we are far from retirement.”

Her friend nods. “Let’s move, we need to split up and meet at our base. I’ll come by later to give more to our report. Hopefully, we can catch him before he tries to escape the city.”

Esma agrees. “Alright, see you later”

With one oorah both left in opposite directions, back at the warehouse the guards and several fire ponies were already on scene as they tried to douse the burning building.

*next morning your pov*

You had quite a peaceful night as you and the others had retired for the night in the palace’s guest rooms. Initially, Fakhar and Jashe arranged for you to stay in the basement, as they still hated the thought of you sharing a room with their daughter. Even with the princesses of Equestria visiting the royal family refused to acknowledge you as even Princess Celestia herself has given warnings about your treatment.

You shrug it off as you are use to it anyways. ‘It’s no different then canterlot that’s for sure’ you mentally sighed as you remember the hostility canterlot still gives you when you visit. Still, you and Amira as well as your family did receive a hot meal and managed to sleep it off despite the verbal abuse from the parents. Amira does remind you that you ‘did’ wish for her to give her parents a chance and you will have to suffer for their vile actions towards you. Still you took it no problem and for Amira, it’s only for a day before you all can leave.

Naturally, that only made her parents even more angry, but somehow they didn’t lash out. Instead, they let you all retire for the night. Amira was shocked as well but thankfully, she was glad they were seemingly backing off. Even so, she had a mind to exercise her authority as queen by overruling their outrageous decision to make you sleep in the basement.

You smiled as Amira has finally grown her courage and finally stood up to her parents. Trying to fight on their daughter’s rebellious attitude towards them ended up being a waste of breath, as Amira ignored them and dragged you to her old room.

Once you all went inside, Amira was too upset with her family to have any fun and you didn’t mind since you were too frustrated too. She does apologize as the other princesses took seat beside you on the bed. You were amazed, as the bed made you feel like a dwarf from how large it is.

Since Amira agreed to hold off on making love until tomorrow, you had managed to sleep comfortably throughout the night. Well... that was until the next morning when you without any explanation or warning, were grabbed out of the bed by a couple of the castle guards. You only got a momentary glimpse of your lovers waking up before you were forced out the door. Dragged by the feet literally you tried to stand up you sadly were yanked off your hands, causing your face to smack against the marble floor.

The guards were so lucky that you put in extra effort to contain your frustration so your powers wouldn’t be triggered. Being dragged all the way out, you can only make out a few paintings and marble stands to hold a few vases and priceless artifacts before another hard yank sends you flying.

Slamming right on the ground, you were a bit dazed from the slam before you felt another hard yank on your shoulders. Being lifted up your vision was a bit blurry, but you could make out two large blades right at your neck. Once you managed to regain your senses, you could finally see you were back in the throne room, where the angry ex-king and queen and parents to your lover shared a menacing glare as their guards held you by the shoulders.

“I KNEW IT!” Fakhar growls in pure anger as his guards held their blades dangerously close to your neck. “I KNEW YOU WERE A MENACE TO OUR HOME!”

“DESPICABLE CREATURE! We should have killed you the moment you set hoof in Saddle Arabia...” Jashe spoke up with equal venom.

“THE F@#K ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! Is it because I was sleeping with your da-” You felt the blades move closer.

“SILENCE YOUR TONGUE YOU WORM!” Fakhar stands up and walks out away from his throne. “We know you are the culprit.” Stopping just a few inches, he points at your face. “CONFESS AND YOU WILL BE SPARED A PAINFUL DEATH!”

You were more confused as to what he is talking about. You don’t even know what he means confess on something you have no idea what he is referring too. Fakhar takes a swing at your face you tried to keep your head from moving. The blades at your neck makes it more difficult and even more dangerous to move your head.

He brings his reason as to why you were brought in. Apparently, one of the kingdom’s major warehouses where they store their food, furs and precious metals and other supplies was immediately burned down by some unknown fire that was caused inside. Everything, including the building itself, could not be salvaged and all that was left from the fire was ashes. Seeing as they never had anything like this before happening to their peaceful city every citizen wants to know who is responsible for this crime. Which ultimately leads to you.

“AND OF COURSE I’M THE SUSPECT, AREN’T I?!” you screamed out as not just one day you came here and you are already being accused of a crime you didn’t commit.

“Suspect? No. THE CULPRIT WE ALL BELIEVED!” Fakhar screamed out and points at you again. “SO CONFESS AND YOU WILL DIE PAINLESSLY FOR YOUR ACTIONS!

“FATHER, CEASE THIS NONSENSE AT ONCE!” Turning, you smiled at the good fortune of your beloved queen entering the throne room. Though you have to admit, you were a bit intimidated by the livid expression on her face.

Amira directs her anger to the guards holding you down. “What do you fools think you’re doing?! Release him this instant! Have you honestly forgotten who your new king is?!”

Both guards who held you took one look at you and realized what their queen meant. Letting you go, you stood up and popped some stiff joints.

“WHAT ARE YOU IMBECILES DOING?! KILL HIM!” Fakhar demanded as he points at you.

Seconds passed before both guards who held you down took a step back and in shock... they bowed to you.

“You forget father...” Amira walks up and stands beside you. “YOU AREN’T THE KING ANYMORE! They may protect us, but you forget they serve the NEW queen and king of Saddle Arabia.” She reaches up and kisses your cheek. “A boon you given me for when we are fully wed to the new king of our land.” She grabs your hand with the golden band you and Amira share and holds it high. Both bands glisten in the new sunlight as every guard bowed in respect to their king.

In perfect timing, the rest of your lovers rushed to join Amira’s side and they too looked ready to burst into flames. Celestia and Luna who both are former rulers of Equestria were even more infuriated on Amira’s parents actions and incriminations they were implying.

The family showed a bit worried as they did not wish to anger two of the most powerful beings in Equestria, however, Fakhar showed less regard on them.

“This doesn’t concern you Princesses Celestia and Luna. This matter is with your so-called king of Equestria.” He points at you again, his finger twitching almost ready to snap at how furious he was. “This demon must pay for his crimes!”

“Crimes of WHAT?! Displeasing you with his appearance?! Or the fact he makes for a better ruler and lover to your daughter than her previous so-called king?!” Luna shouts in anger.

“Fakhar... you always let your mouth speak and yet you never let your mind clear the fog from your ambition and your pride.” Celestia walks over with enough heat to melt even the strongest metals in the room. Hell, even just a feet inches, you can feel her heat radiating from Tia.

“I can’t take this anymore. You’re actually letting such a disgrace to the royal line intimidate you?” A new voice echoed throughout the vast room. You turned around and growled as you thought you were done with this bastard already. It seems he’s not ready to throw in the towel yet.

“Aragon...” you snarled.

The bastard you like to call him walks over towards you and Amira, pushing the guards, well, actually shoving them away. You took a step forward as you prevented him from touching your wife. “Excuse me parasite. You’re in front of my queen.” He snarls as you tried to prevent him from getting close to her.

“Oh I’m sorry. Amira doesn’t do ugliness,” you shot, as he’s still is missing the teeth you knocked out of him after your last visit. “Come back when your baby teeth finally come out,” you mocked as that only causes several angry veins to pop out from his forehead. “Besides, she’s only staying here for the day.”

“YOU... ANIMAL!!!” he screams ready to strike at you. You already knew he had a shorter temper than you and just before his fist could contact your face you managed to dodge and catch his second attempt at your head. Before he could take another swing at you, Amira stepped in and slapped Aragon hard across the face. You wondered if she hit him harder than she did you yesterday.

Aragon holds his cheek in pure shock, his face looked even more surprised than when she slapped him last time. In case it wasn’t clear, she was no longer the scared, submissive mare he took pleasure in abusing.

You stifle a laugh, as seeing the surprise expression of this face was too priceless to forget. However some good things don’t last very long. Aragon’s face quickly turns ugly as his scowl spread across his face. Before he could strike again, Amira asked... well, more like demanded why he was here in the first place.

“We brought Aragon here on the slim chance he could convince you to take him back, but if it’s out of the question, I can contact several other suitors to pay a visit,” Jashe announced, but Amira stopped her mother right there.

“Mother... WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO GET THROUGH YOUR PRIDEFUL HEAD THAT I’M HAPPILY MARRIED?!” Amira screams out as she finally is ready to break now. “No amount of gifts, rings or jewelry will convince me to abandon the one I know I love!”

“Foolish girl, you haven’t even met any of them yet. Surely one you will take a liking to and would want to marry right away once you meet them,” Jashe tries to reassure her daughter. This typical stubbornness made Amira want to tear her own hair out.

You tried to finally step in to end this nonsense, but things got weird when you felt a very sharp and sudden pain in your head. With all eyes turning toward you, no one noticed that the accursed axe you held yesterday was starting to shake. It got worse with every second that passed, and you tried to hold your head. Like a balloon ready to pop after being filled with too much helium, you fell to one knee.

“Honey what’s wrong?!” Amira rushes over as she holds you. Licking his lips, Aragon attempted to exploit your condition to pull your queen off and have his way with her, but he got a nasty interruption when a familiar muscular stallion showed up to his precious little sister’s aid.

“Don’t you dare Aragon...” Asim seethed having managed to make it in time before a massive fiasco would start in the throne room again. When Aragon refused to listen to the prince’s warning and actually started groping Amira, Asim decided to show the consequences. He punched his former brother-in-law in the gut before turning to the guards.

“Do you fools have no shame just standing there?! One of the first lessons you’ve been taught is to protect your king and queen!” The guards stood up with their heads held high as they quickly bow in respect to their prince.

Amira thanks her brother, who gave her the classic ‘anything for my little sister’ response. Dusting herself off, she then looked down at Aragon holding his gut. She could only imagine how much Asim must have been training hard to get Aragon on the ground. He couldn’t even scratch the bastard the last time he tried a stunt like this.

Rolling on the marble floor in pain, Aragon angrily looks at the guards. “W-What are you b-bastards d-doing?! Arrest this idiot of a prince!”

Both guards didn’t move at all. They stood still as to Aragon’s shock only seemed to fuel his anger as he rushes over towards you. Although Asim stops him even before he was an inch from your face.

Amira who watched the whole thing unveil was not even more furious at not just her own parent's accusations but also the nerve that Aragon would attack her husband right in front of them. She praised her brother aism in helping protect her lover, but she was also impressed with how strong he’s gotten over the years. Seems after their wedding day her brothers must have been training in hopes of getting another crack shot at the ex-king of Saddle Arabia.

“KING FAKHAR! YOU’VE BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR ASSAULTING OUR KING!” Celestia’s mane glowed a bit brighter as a fiery glow luminated off the tips of her mane and tail. The heat burned a bit around her but not as much as Luna’s icy glare. While Celestia’s sunburned hot from the anger the ex-king of saddle Arabia luna’s icy anger was enough to make the whole room feel like a freezer. From how much anger both princesses were radiating in the throne room both Amira’s parents and of course Aragon were now sweating bullets at thinking of an explanation to get out of this mess.

In Equestrian and the Saddle Arabian treaty, both parents knew that harming or insulting an official royal and especially their lover and king of Equestria would mean war between both factions. While Saddle Arabia is well-prepared for war, they can not compete against Equestria’s armor and weapons, which would make their weapons and armor seem like sheets of cardboard, sticks and sharp rocks.

The king tries to find an explanation in his tone of reason, however, both princesses stopped as they turned their attention towards you. You wanted to move or the very least try to stand up but somehow you couldn’t. Still, on your knees, your legs felt like jelly almost like something sucked the life out of them. You wanted to move but without warning another surge of pain course through your head.

‘God dammit not again...!’ Your head felt like a drum being pounded violently inside your head.

“Beloved! What’s wrong?!” Celestia shouted as her mane returned to normal, but you still didn’t say anything. After grabbing your aching head, one of your eyes began glowing and you had a completely different point of view.

Your view through your glowing eye is blurry at first, but it soon clears up. you saw that a barrier had been put up outside to block out a series of vile looking warriors. Shocking as it was, you saw that they were wielding firearms, but it couldn’t compare to how shocked you were when you saw who the leader is.

“I-It can’t be...!” you stuttered as you got a short, but good look at the enormous demon before your eyesight returned to normal. “IT’S NERO!!!” you shouted.

End of part 1.

oooooh boy part 1 finally out. what is going to happen next time

sorry for the long delay as college is almost finished. it's around the corner for me which also means finals are coming too. been a crazy year and I hope to finish part 2 before Christmas.

thank you for being so supportive in my story and will catch you next time

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