>"Come now Anon we can be reasonable." >"The

>>29689823
Write green if you feel like it, or be autistic. Both are fine options.

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>>29689823
>Such vague and shitty promises this benevolent deceiver gave to you.
>Enough to spoil the taste of wine in your belly.
>But every lie contains but a single morsel of truth
>You are getting old, and you have nothing to offer your sons but a lowly dukedom, in a frozen wasteland.
>You swish the wine in your cup as the nervous would be queen, fidgets with her hooves at the other end of the table.
>A meager "feast" was prepared before for you and her, for some carousing.
>As a little mare ran here and there pouring wine in your cup and then hers at opposite ends of the table.
"What you're suggesting is treason Celestia, though I may have my differences with my liege, that does not make me a scoundrel."
>"I-I, I never called you one."
"But you did, by even suggesting, that I'd betray my lord for something so esoteric as power."
>You place your cup onto the table and stand.
"And what do you stand to gain from an open rebellion of the Human Empire?"
>"P-powerful allies and-"
>You raise your hand to her
"Let me run the scenario for you. My house, House Vailfun, rebels with some fabricated claim to the empire's throne."
"A claim, that would be as half-assed as you're power play here."
>She stomps her hoof and attempts to rebuttal.
>but you wave your hand at her
"Hear me out, as I have heard you, though my house may have the poorest land, we have the mightiest warriors in all the empire."
"Open rebellion would weaken his highnesses armies significantly."
"The other houses, sensing weakness and with true claims to the throne, will rebel and attempt their hand at a power grab."
>You slam your fist on the table and then point at her frothing with rage

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>>29689841
"During this time Equestria will swoop in like a vulture picking off the noble houses, one by one, under some false notion, that they have claims to land by some misbegotten seniority clause. A clause only recognized by their own misbegotten ilk."
"You'd leave my house for last, and use both the human and equestrian powers to stomp us out of existence. Claiming the Human Empire for yourself!"
>You take breath and regain composure
"Why would I ever want to do that?"
>She pauses and then scowls at you.
>"Is it so hard to believe that there are kind-hearted creatures in this world?"
>You lock eyes with her
"A benevolent ruler wouldn't ask a Duke to murder his own people for vague promises."
>You replied
>An awkward silence follows suit
>and her servant, who had been serving the wine, is watching quietly now.
>"Fine!"
>She yells and then shakes her hoove at you.
>"Abandon your people, continue serving an arbitrary emperor!"
>"An emperor who allows the noble houses to wage open war for power, to rape and pillage as though they were not in the same realm!"
>"But when you return home tonight and see your kind preying upon each other like hungry jackals, you'll wish you had chosen the lesser evil this day!"
>A still silence fills the air as she uttered those last words.
>And you sigh
"I never said that I wouldn't help you. I simply doubted your intentions."
>You say as you stand and gesture to the servant carrying the wine vase
>She approaches and you take the vase from her and then gesture for her to leave.
>You then shakily walk over to Celestia's side of the table.
>The wine was beginning to take effect and you were tipsy.
>She watches you every step of the way, eyes unblinking and with scorn in her pupils.
>And you pull a free seat directly beside her and sit.
"I can see you're passionate, about what remains to be seen."
>You say as you begin to fill her cup.
"All I want is for there to be some kind of insurance..."
>"Is not my word as a Princess enough."

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>>29689860
>You laugh loudly, forgoing any manners you've learned in your long life.
"Oh if that were all men needed to stand together, I'd never have become become a duke."
>You grab her glass and drink from it.
"It was a promise that I made to my former Duke..."
>You say as you pause to take a drink from her cup.
"That I'd serve him for life, honor him, protect him, and smite his enemies."
"A promise I broke when I plunged my sword...the very same I swore to him into his heart and usurped him."
"It was a promise that the current Emperor made to his king, when he was but a Duke like myself, before he too, after too long killed his king and stole the human kingdom for himself."
"Oh Celestia my dear, it was a promise I made to my poor, lovely, barren, wife...that she'd be my wine when I thirsted and I'd be her bread when she hungered, even in times of doubt...
>You say as you stare into the wine cup.
"that I broke to her to a whore just outside my fiefdom...so that I could have my sons and preserve my dynasty."
>You finish her cup and refill it
"Men do not keep their promises, Celestia, it is because we are nothing more but men. Filled with sin and hate."
"Masquerading as benevolent creatures"
"Day in and day out as we pray and beg our Gods for forgiveness"
"Swearing that this will be the last of our offenses"
"No more shall break our holy tenants, no more shall we lust, shall we envy, shall we make poor choices"
>You put the cup down, unable to bear its weight any longer
"It is for that reason I cannot trust you on just your word...just as you cannot trust me on mine"
>You finished
>She no longer maintains eye contact with you, instead simply looking away.
>The anger she felt was no longer there, at least not visibly.
>The tension in the room, can be cut with a knife.
>And yet you sit silently, staring into her cup.
>In its murky thick red waters, you see only the pain you'd inflicted on others.
>Lies you've told for power, and regret you'd carried in your heart.

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>>29689872
>Celestia turns to you, seeing that you are lost in the red sea before you.
>Almost hypnotized by the red iquore.
>So She grabs the cup and breaks the curse.
>"Well, let's try to find some common ground then."
>She says as she drinks deeply from it.
>Finishing it and then smiling at you.
>You do not smile back
"In the realm of men, alliances are forged with blood and honored by iron. Nothing less would suffice for such a daunting task like this."
>"Believe it or not Anon, we equine bleed and forge iron just the same as you men."
>You smirk at this.
"But do you treat as we do?"
>"I'm sure given the chance...we can..."
"Then what will you give me in blood, so that we are tied together in this struggle?"
>"What would suffice?"
"A prisoner, someone dear to you, but not overtly obvious to our enemies."
>"A-a prisoner? I hardly think that is necessary."
"Oh, but it is, what else do you have to guarantee me that you'll stand by me in this conflict?"
>"Well, it's just a bit extreme is all."
"Such is a life lived in war and intrigue."
>You say as you lay back into your chair.
>"Perhaps my captains guard?"
"A soldier doesn't fear death, it needs to be someone who can suffer."
>She seems beside herself, and for several moments she says nothing
>But faintly she whispers
>"My student...Twilight Sparkle."
>You ponder to yourself for a moment
>weighing the pros and cons, gesturing with your fingers as if you were counting
"I think that will do, she's royalty, but not of high enough standing to cause alarm."
"She's close to you, and above all...she's young. A fine prisoner."
>"And who will you give me Anon?"
>She replied sharply
"My youngest son...Gaidar"
"He'll be your ward, serving you and learning from you. Being only 7 he'll be able to stand by your side for nine years before arousing suspicion."
>"....very good...."
>And so the deal was struck that night.
>Prisoner for Prisoner
>She had given you the blood, but if she'd honor it in iron would remain to be seen.

>>29689894
And I don't know, I'll just study or write more as the night goes one. Other people are welcome to make their own stories or to call me a faggot.


Bothe are great options.

>>29689903
You're a faggot

Please continue

>>29689950
maybe

>>29689823

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>>29691579
I'm not going to today, i'm gonna study for my midterms.