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- >You are Nightmare Moon.
- >Empress of the Equestrian Empire.
- >…
- >Currently, you find yourself sharing a simple dinner with your Brute in your sitting room.
- >Such opportunities have become rare in recent weeks, given the increase in rebellious activities in Manehattan, and the Baltimare.
- >However, earlier this evening, you received official word that the regional rebel leader, Burning Torch, was captured, and is being transported to the castle as you speak.
- >In celebration of this minor triumph, your Brute has ordered a roast from the kitchen’s chiefs.
- >To smell the aroma of cooked meat as you entered your apartments, and to see your Champion waiting for you…
- >It was difficult to suppress your excitement.
- >Your Brute’s simple mind did not normally permit him to make such nuanced, supportive gestures.
- >To think he had seen your stress, and taken steps, however minor, to comfort you…
- >It was truly appreciated.
- >…
- >Sinking the sharp blade into the flesh snaps you back to reality.
- >Cutting yourself a lean slice of meat, you pierce it with your fork, and lift it into your mouth; placing it onto your tongue.
- >The juicy, cool flesh lays on your tongue; it’s savory favor instantly filling your mouth, and nearly overburdening your senses.
- >Meat was a delicacy that you were rarely permitted to enjoy.
- >Excluding the occasional Griffon, or other immigrant community, meat simply was simply not part of the average Equestrians’ diet.
- >…
- >You look across, and see your Brute who is consuming a much thicker slice flesh.
- ----------
- >With the arrival of your Champion and his more… carnivorous tendencies… you’ve had many more opportunities to enjoy roast, and other similar meals.
- >He, after discovering your own enjoyment, occasionally shared such meals with you.
- >On this particular evening, he went so far as to personally prepare the food.
- >With these small testaments of... courtship, you couldn't help but feel desired - wanted.
- >To think that your Brute was so loyal, and so dedicated to your will…
- >It pleased you greatly.
- >…
- >Your mind returns to the present.
- >Using your napkin, you gently clean your snout, before speaking.
- ”Tell us Brute, how come the preparations for the Monument in Ponyville?
- >Being back into the routine was quite relieving.
- >Having conversations over dinner was always a relaxing affair.
- >Swallowing his food, your Brute replies.
- >”It’s coming along well; I think we’re about two weeks from the event if I recall correctly…”
- >You smile, and retrieve another morsel of meat.
- “We’re trust that it is moving along according to schedule?”
- >He sighs, placing his fork down.
- >”For the most part; although some of the locals are being problematic.”
- >You raise in eyebrow.
- ”Oh?”
- >He nods.
- >”The local mayor - Mayor Mare - has been collaborating with some local businesses, and delaying progress on a few of the lesser projects.
- >He waives his hand in the air.
- >”Flowers — food — those sorts of things.”
- >Intrigued, you reply.
- “We assume you have some scheme to correct these… deficiencies?”
- >He nods.
- ----------
- >”Of course, I’m probably going to order someone down there tomorrow to make a visit, and “encourage” them to complete what they were instructed to do.”
- >You giggle, before taking another sip of wine.
- >His finger motions upon saying “encourage…”
- >You believe he called them "air quotes.”
- >Clearly “encourage” is quite an understatement.
- >”But other than those few areas, things are coming along nicely; the statues we commissioned are almost done, and should be completed this week.”
- >…
- >You smile.
- “Tell us Brute; who do you intend to communicate your concerns?”
- “If you wish, you may utilize one of our younger diplomats or guard officers; certainly they could learn from the experience…”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”I already have someone in mind.”
- >Your ears flick forward.
- >He has already made a decision?
- “Pray tell Brute, who have you appointed?”
- >He chuckles, and sets down his wine glass.
- >”I /was/ going to send Octavia; but I’m sure you’re aware of the fact that she’s been quite busy recently.
- >You snicker at the thought of Octavia.
- >For the last few weeks, you’ve instructed her to… oversee the evaluation of your Royal Guard.
- >”So instead I’m going to send Fleur-de-Lis, and see how she handles it.
- >Fleur-de-Lis?
- “That’s a... peculiar choice…”
- >He shrugs.
- >”I’ve used her to the run occasional errands around Canterlot, so this is really just the next step.”
- >You reply, a tinge of concern in your voice.
- “Do you believe her to be… suitable?”
- “After our brief time with her, and your use of her form, she is far from the civilized mare she once was.”
- >You chuckle.
- “It was only last month you informed us that she would nuzzle your loins as you slept; hoping to inhale your scent, and provoke your carnal desire..”
- ----------
- >He laughs.
- >”You really do remember everything I say, don’t you?”
- >You return his joyful gaze.
- “We wish to know that you enjoy our gifts; and after her time with us, we are pleased to see you found her useful.
- >He replies.
- >"I appreciate getting your sloppy seconds Nightmare..."
- >His words surprise you.
- >/Sloppy?/
- >Waiving your hoof dismissively, you reply.
- "We assure you Brute, our little Flower was most reverent of her place before we released her to your care..."
- "It was /you/ who perverted her mind and body, and transformed her into a common stable whorse."
- >Anonymous rolls his eyes.
- >"It's an expression Nightmare..."
- >You snort, and lift your knife to cut another slice of roast.
- "Your foalish humor are lost upon our ears..."
- >Anonymous takes a moment, and consumes yet more flesh before replying.
- >”I don’t know exactly what you did to her, but she’s been /more/ than eager to have some fun in the bed....”
- >You take a small sip of wine.
- "After being reminded of her family's estate, and of her proper place, she was quick to our heel."
- “We have no doubt that, being aware of your rank and title, she lusted after your form.”
- >You snort, suppressing a laugh.
- "To think that she believed herself above serving as our hoof masseuse..."
- ----------
- >There is a low in the conversation as you and Anonymous both finish the last of your meal.
- >With a quick note, and a puff of magic, two maid quickly arrive at the chamber entrance, and bow, before retrieving the tray before you.
- >You can’t help but notice their clear fear and discomfort, even if they’re attempting to suppress it.
- >Upon seeing the juices, and scraps of reddened meat their eyes l wet wide, and bounced back to and forth between yourself and Anonymous.
- >Of course, displaying your fangs did little to calm their fears, and their eyes were forced closed as they placed the plates onto the cart.
- >One of them even managed to clang a knife carelessly against your empty wine glass, nearly shattering it’s delicate form.
- >…
- >No doubt this misconduct must be discussed with Octavia.
- >…
- >After quickly placing coffee and a two small slices of chocolate cake onto the table, the maids once again bow, before quickly departing the room.
- >Upon hearing the door close, you casually pour yourself a cup of coffee, while your Brute taste his cake.
- ”This… little Flower of yours… do you intend to have her replace our Octavia?”
- >Removing the fork from his mouth, he chews, before swallowing as she shakes his head.
- >”Of course not; Octavia is much more…
- >He rubs his chin.
- >”What’s the word…”
- >”Calm?”
- >”With Fleur, she’s always trying to get your attention, or just talking too much…”
- >”Octavia on the other hand — she knows when to talk, and when to keep her mouth shut.”
- >Taking a sip of your coffee, you smile, and nod.
- “We’re pleased to see that Octavia is still your maid of choice…”
- >He nods.
- >”Of course she is; at this point, it's almost difficult to imagine this castle running without her..."
- >You notice a pause.
- >Perhaps as he things to himself.
- >"But ever since Octavia's absence, Fleur seems to be /very/ eager to talk about her position.”
- >That, catches your attention.
- ----------
- ”Oh?"
- "Please, do explain Brute.”
- >Swallowing another bite of his cake, he replies.
- >”Well, I was talking to Night Watch, who was telling me about the gossip between the castle staff.”
- >”He said that Fleur seemed to have a pronounced ego - being the “personal assistant” of Lord Anonymous.
- >This... Concerns you.
- ”Your Flower, she believes herself to hold a position of authority?”
- >He nods.
- >”Night Watch mentioned how she ordered him to get her lunch, since she was famished from serving “Her Lord.”
- >…
- >You another sip of your bitter drink.
- >You’re hesitant to say it, but this news almost… angers you.
- >Not two months ago she was at your hoof, proclaiming herself lower than the floor you stood upon.
- >But now…
- >She believes herself to be the favored servant of the Crown?
- >If this is true…
- ”Have you yourself witnessed this behavior Brute?”
- >He shakes his head.
- >”Personally? No, I haven’t; although I don’t see why Night Watch would make a story like this up.”
- >This, of course, is true.
- >After the purging of disloyal, short-stay guards, your proper Night Guards have proven themselves to be a most dependable source of information.
- “We wish for Night Watch to submit a formal report to us by morrow’s eve, before Fleur-de-Lis departs from the Palace.”
- >Your Brute nods.
- “This… servant… of yours shall learn that she is not above her peers, and certainly not the preferred maid of the Crown.”
- >A snort leaves your nose.
- “To think — she believes herself to be of equal rank and position to our Melody…”
- >Your Brute holds up a finger.
- >"Well... Actually, Night said that she claimed she was /replacing/ Octavia, and believed that she was fired for some sort of failure..."
- >If you were not angered before, you most certainly are now.
- >”Something to do with being a "lowly earth pony."
- ----------
- >Your blood nearly freezes.
- >You try your best to remain calm; so as not to ruin this rare dinner celebration prepared by your Champion.
- >Exhaling slowly, you reply.
- "We wish for you to personally confirm such behavior Brute; this mustn't be tolerated."
- "Coax her vanity; and if she has become ignorant of her rank, she shall be corrected most firmly."
- >Your Brute replies.
- >”Fair enough; I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her during her trip to Ponyville.”
- >”If she acts up, or does something questionable, I’ll deal with her once she gets back.”
- >You shake your head.
- “Neigh Brute — if she truly believes her lowly position gives her special access to her Lord’s will, and rank among our ponies, /we/ shall correct her unruly behavior.”
- >You notice Anonymous lean back, and smile.
- >”I’m surprised this is so upsetting to you…”
- >You nod.
- ”If your little Flower sees herself to be above our most loyal of servants, then she is delusional, and disrespectful.”
- ”We shall make her submit to, and humble herself before our maid…”
- “She shall know to /fear/ her earthen Mistress, and once again understand her place within this Empire.”
- >You notice your coffee, warm only moments ago, has now lost it’s steam.
- >A thin lair of ice coats its surface.
- ”For Octavia is amongst the most loyal of our ponies -- Fleur is nothing more than a sullied, tarnished Flower.”
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