After the longest, mane-pullingest week of her life, Bitterroot had eventually gotten the young mare back to Canterlot (in a sack), but the press had had a field day. Simply put, nopony came out of that looking remotely pretty. Not the mare, not the family, not the Guard, not the lieutenant, not Bitterroot herself. The lieutenant had given Bitterroot immunity for the abduction and an inflated bounty in exchange for absolute silence. She’d been only too happy to comply and promptly left Equestria. Whatever the Canterlot Post was saying about her, she didn’t know and she was perfectly happy not knowing.