[Satyr] Royal Bastard

>Day Royal bastard in Equestria.
>Sighing, you can't help but feel exhausted after the day you've had.
>Looking towards the sunset, making sure each of your steps won't lead to a trip or fall, you reflect on why today felt harder than usual.
>You had the same morning routine; woke up, cleaned yourself up, mom made decaf, and you were off to work.
>Today's work was actually a lot more tolerable, not as much political mud slinging from the other races.
>Heck, you had all but gotten used to the stress of being a member of the royal court.
>Being a Satyr didn't help, being female did.
>Reaching your home's front door, you open it up and feel an instant smile reach your lips as the scent from inside reaches your nostril.
“Cinnamon buns.”
>Taking lively steps towards the kitchen, you see your mom laying a tray of sweet cinnamony buns on the stove.
>”Your favorite.”
>She turns to you, a smile upon her aged face.
>Chuckling, you walk over and grab one of the fresh treats with a paper towel.
“Yeah, when I was a kid.”
>Your mom takes a seat, her long beautiful blonde hair falling to cover her face.
>She parts it and lays her hands on her lap.
>”Oh, you're still my kid, no matter how old or important you get.”
>You lean in and peck your mother on her cheek.
>Going to the fridge to grab a cup of milk, you feel the stress of the day leaving you.
>Even that unwelcome encounter with prince Blueblood is washing away.
>”So, how was work today?”
>Taking another bite of your bun, then a sip of milk, you swallow before answering.
“It was good. We're preparing for a trip from the Elements of Harmony's children.”
>Your mother looks somewhat surprised.
>”All of them?”
>Chuckling, you shake your head.
“No no, just the oldest. I doubt the court would like having a whole baker's dozen of Satyrs at once.”
>An exaggeration, yeah, but the nobles were too busy with their heads up their own asses; one probably seemed like an army to them.
>”I didn't know the Elements were so... busy.”
>Nearly choking on your milk, you cough into a paper towel and laugh.
“I-k-kgck, I was joking mom!”
>She chuckles along with you.
>However, despite what you had thought, that same scene from earlier keeps running in your head.
>You can feel a frown forming upon your lips, causing your mother to stop.
>”Ha ha... ha... Bonnet? What's wrong dear?”
>Sighing, you shake your head.
“Nothing... I mean... Ugh, some prickhead Unicorn tried to talk to me today.”
>Your mother's eyes shoot wide, a scowl forming upon her face.
>”He didn't make any lewd comments did he? It wasn't one of the court members, was it?!”
“No, no mom... it... it was an older stallion.”
>She doesn't seem to understand what you are saying at first, but soon realizes.
>Calming herself, she looks away from you, towards the oven.
>”I see...”
“He had a white coat, yellow mane...”
>She is silent, aside from a few deep breaths.
“... His name was Blueblood.”
>She sighs, her teeth grinding audible, despite her best efforts to silence it.
>”I-I see... Did he say anything to you?”
>Setting the bun and milk away, you don't feel like snacking anymore.
“Dumb horn fucker tried to say he was my father.”
>Your mom opens and closes her mouth several times, probably trying to find the right words to say.
>After a few minutes, she takes a deep breath and locks her eyes with your own.
>”You deserved better than him.”
>She never told you the story, but that didn't stop you from finding out.
>No father, no hospital record, it was like you weren't even born.
>He tried to get rid of you, you think.
>Now that you are in a position of power though...
>No, he doesn't even deserve a spot in your thoughts.
>He did nothing for you and your mother.
>Taking her hand, you smile.
“I got better. I got you.”
>Tearing up a bit, your mom wipes your eyes with the back of one of her fingers.
>”So, I've heard that some of the elements kids are still siiingleee~”
>Pulling your hand back, you try to give your mom an annoyed face.
>You fail, horribly.
>”What? I've seen them, they're pretty handsome.”
>Laughing a bit, you take your snack and head out of the kitchen.
>”Where are you going?”
“T-To my room, where I won't be told to push a baby out of me anytime soon!”
>Snickering and fighting the urge to laugh, you make it half way there before your mom calls out.
>”It's not so bad! Just pop out a couple dozen first.”
>God, you love her, but she can drive you insane sometimes.
>Still, she's your mom, and she's always been there for you.
>Blueblood may claim to be your family, but he was never there for you.