#theolivevine

Blueblood’s pride was hurting. How dare Fleur say that to him. He flared his nostrils as he scanned the large ballroom, purposely avoiding looking in the pink haired unicorn’s direction. He’ll show her. He can woo any mare he wants. Twilight’s wedding had gone off without a hitch, and as all the happy attendees drank in merriment and celebration, one figure stood out amongst the rest. A lone yellow pegasus stood near the large windows of the palace, overlooking the setting sun over Canterlot.

Blueblood smirked. He had heard rumours circling through the elite. This particular member of the elements of harmony had been seen around Ponyville with the very being of chaos himself. While they may have been true, he could definitely pick up a vibe of loneliness and heartbreak. This was his time to make a move. He’ll show her. -------------------- A fun little idea I had. With the war looming ever closer to the residents of Equestria, many of the higher powers were called away, Discord included. War has a funny way of reminding oneself of their mortality, or rather, the mortality of mortals. Discord could not face the thought of Fluttershy perishing. His only solution was to cut ties with her in the hopes that his heart would forget and be free from the inevitable. Fluttershy understood. She thought. But that did not make it hurt any less.So when a certain charming unicorn saw her as a challenge, the attention and warmth were all too welcomed.

Getting mail hoof-delivered to her was not an unusual occurrence in Twilight’s day-to-day. There were often times that letters of great importance had to reach her within the day, and Equestria's mail was not known for its speed or efficiency. Twilight had been quietly watching Aurora stumble around a tower of toys she had created. The small foal had stacked as many things as she could find on top of each other, exclaiming that it was now bigger than Celestia’s castle! The light rapping on her door broke her out of the absent-minded daze she didn’t know she was in. Scooping up the dusty pink foal, she magicked open the door with a faint creak. A soldier from the castle stood there upright and obedient. Aurora made a slight squeak of excitement as he bowed low. As he produced a letter from a saddlebag draped over his haunces, Twi’s heart sank. The letter was a light blue colour with a dark wax seal on the back. Embossed into the wax was the symbol of the prince. Twilight took the letter gently from the soldier’s mouth with her purple haze and looked up at him for confirmation. His eyes were steely and seemed to be staring off far into the distance. He bowed once more before turning sharply and marching back down the road, no doubt on his way to deliver more of his cargo. Closing the door behind her, the letter still in the clutches of her magic, swirling and turning the blue envelope in front of her. She had only seen a letter from the Prince once before when conscription had become mandatory for all able-bodied ponies in Ponyville. She swallowed hard. The magic swirled around the paper and tore open at one side. As it pulled the parchment out from inside, Twilight made a small involuntary sound in the back of her throat.