“Well, would you look at that,” oh sweet Chrysalis no. “I see an opportunity to finally speak with my son after not seeing him in five months, and I see a pony trying to beat him to death…” The voice let out a sigh. “Prince Blueblood, I would advise that you do not hit my son in the face while he is relaxing, so I’m going to ask you this once, and only once because I am feeling generous,” from the shadows, a tall, dark figure walked out with a small smile. Of course it was my mother. “Leave my son alone, or I will castrate you.” She let go of ‘Blueblood’s hoof, and the first thing he did was punch me in the face on accident.