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My name is Vladimir Blueblood, of House Unicornia Sanguine. I am the grand duke of Canterlot.

I sit atop the highest layer of the aristocratic elite. I possess wealth beyond wealth-centuries of gold lies guarded in my family's vault. I have power, prestige, a parade of personal companions....the mares I have had, the ladies of Canterlot's upper crust, have been so numerous that their faces all blur together in my memory.

I should be happy. But for all the privileges I enjoy, there is one small, terrible thing that I can never hope to possess.

My daughter's name is Vogue. She's seven years old today. She likes butterflies, fancy candies, and dancing.

She is too loud, too fidgety, too feisty, too goofy, too clumsy, too annoying, too needy, too spoiled.

She is perfect. She is beautiful. She is mine.

I am currently watching another stallion raise her.

I don't know why I hurt Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis the way I did. They are a loving couple, and I've long considered them true friends. When Fleur broke the news to Fancy of what she'd done-of what we'd done-I....I never expected the fellow to confront me the way he did, furious at first, then finally broken, in tears....asking why, why, why? Why? I don't know. I suppose I was lonely, if you can believe that...and I spotted an opportunity. I am not sure what reason Fleur tells herself.

My daughter was born sometime later, in the spring time. I was permitted to hold her for about five minutes, total.

Our current situation is awkward. I suspect Fleur and Fancy do truly despise me now, but they maintain civility for the sake of appearances. They cannot keep her away from me entirely. She is a beautiful little mistake that we made together, and I am her father, though she doesn't know it.

With large, fake smiles, Fleur and Fancy introduced me to her as a "mentor". I try to be charming for her. Fun, even. I lavish her with gifts-expensive toys, candy, new dresses. We have a luxurious teatime together every few months.

My daughter tries to be attentive. But she's bored of me. She doesn't like me. She doesn't understand why she has to be there. She fidgets uncomfortably and whines, and eventually, I grow tired and let her leave. She flees my dull company and runs outside, squealing with laughter, to her false father, Fancy Pants.

"Daddy, daddy!" She beams, and it is sunshine distilled.

"Dearest!" Fancy smiles back brightly, showering her with affection...the doddering fool.

Fleur tells me, with soft, cold loathing, that our act was a mistake. She reminds me that she loves her husband...and he loves her as well. Enough to forgive, enough to heal together, enough to take a shameful mistake and happily raise her as his daughter, with Fleur, in their wretched, loving marriage that I evidently wasn't strong enough to fracture.

Fancy Pants is a better stallion than I. This is...for the best. I'm too busy to be a parent anyway.

My daughter gazes up at her false father with wide blue eyes-my eyes, not his-and they are full of blind adoration. It makes me feel ill.

Daddy, she calls to him. Daddy. Daddy. Each one is a lance through my spirit.

I can fill the void with wine. Mares. Lavish purchases. Momentary distractions from my grieving. My daughter dies in front of me, again and again. Each hug with Fancy, each giggle, each smile-a miniature death. And so I mourn.

I am not a father. I am a spectator. Nothing more.

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I first introduced Vogue here: She is Duke Blueblood's illegitimate daughter with Fleur de Lis (Fleur is currently happily married to Fancy Pants), and Moondancer's younger half-sister (though he knows nothing of her existence, nor does she know about him)

just some backstory on her, plus Blueblood being a sad bastard

vogue isn't his only illegitimate child: his loneliness has made him really bitter and cold by the time moondancer finally finds him

background taken from here: Canterlot Town Area

Description
My name is Vladimir Blueblood, of House Unicornia Sanguine. I am the grand duke of Canterlot.

I sit atop the highest layer of the aristocratic elite. I possess wealth beyond wealth-centuries of gold lies guarded in my family's vault. I have power, prestige, a parade of personal companions....the mares I have had, the ladies of Canterlot's upper crust, have been so numerous that their faces all blur together in my memory.

I should be happy. But for all the privileges I enjoy, there is one small, terrible thing that I can never hope to possess.

My daughter's name is Vogue. She's seven years old today. She likes butterflies, fancy candies, and dancing.

She is too loud, too fidgety, too feisty, too goofy, too clumsy, too annoying, too needy, too spoiled.

She is perfect. She is beautiful. She is mine.

I am currently watching another stallion raise her.

I don't know why I hurt Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis the way I did. They are a loving couple, and I've long considered them true friends. When Fleur broke the news to Fancy of what she'd done-of what we'd done-I....I never expected the fellow to confront me the way he did, furious at first, then finally broken, in tears....asking why, why, why? Why? I don't know. I suppose I was lonely, if you can believe that...and I spotted an opportunity. I am not sure what reason Fleur tells herself.

My daughter was born sometime later, in the spring time. I was permitted to hold her for about five minutes, total.

Our current situation is awkward. I suspect Fleur and Fancy do truly despise me now, but they maintain civility for the sake of appearances. They cannot keep her away from me entirely. She is a beautiful little mistake that we made together, and I am her father, though she doesn't know it.

With large, fake smiles, Fleur and Fancy introduced me to her as a "mentor". I try to be charming for her. Fun, even. I lavish her with gifts-expensive toys, candy, new dresses. We have a luxurious teatime together every few months.

My daughter tries to be attentive. But she's bored of me. She doesn't like me. She doesn't understand why she has to be there. She fidgets uncomfortably and whines, and eventually, I grow tired and let her leave. She flees my dull company and runs outside, squealing with laughter, to her false father, Fancy Pants.

"Daddy, daddy!" She beams, and it is sunshine distilled.

"Dearest!" Fancy smiles back brightly, showering her with affection...the doddering fool.

Fleur tells me, with soft, cold loathing, that our act was a mistake. She reminds me that she loves her husband...and he loves her as well. Enough to forgive, enough to heal together, enough to take a shameful mistake and happily raise her as his daughter, with Fleur, in their wretched, loving marriage that I evidently wasn't strong enough to fracture.

Fancy Pants is a better stallion than I. This is...for the best. I'm too busy to be a parent anyway.

My daughter gazes up at her false father with wide blue eyes-my eyes, not his-and they are full of blind adoration. It makes me feel ill.

Daddy, she calls to him. Daddy. Daddy. Each one is a lance through my spirit.

I can fill the void with wine. Mares. Lavish purchases. Momentary distractions from my grieving. My daughter dies in front of me, again and again. Each hug with Fancy, each giggle, each smile-a miniature death. And so I mourn.

I am not a father. I am a spectator. Nothing more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I first introduced Vogue here: She is Duke Blueblood's illegitimate daughter with Fleur de Lis (Fleur is currently happily married to Fancy Pants), and Moondancer's younger half-sister (though he knows nothing of her existence, nor does she know about him)

just some backstory on her, plus Blueblood being a sad bastard

vogue isn't his only illegitimate child: his loneliness has made him really bitter and cold by the time moondancer finally finds him

background taken from here: Canterlot Town Area