“No word from the Princesses?”
“None. And they specifically stated that the dimension they were travelling to was too dangerous for anypony but an alicorn.”
“Prince Blueblood?”
Raven snorted. “If he had been appointed by Royal Degree and the Sisters had personally expressed their full confidence in him to every pony in Equestria, the riots would have started in three days, tops.”
“He would not have missed this chance to seize power. Where is he, then?”
Trixie gave a motion of finality. “The situation has been handled.”
Rarity gasped. Fluttershy gasped. Pinkie Pie gasped because it seemed to be the “in” thing at the moment.
Six stares continued unblinking until Trixie wilted under the pressure. “No, Trixie didn’t kill him. Trixie gave him an all-expense paid trip to Prance to sample the wine at every vineyard in the country.”
Twilight frowned. “Five thousand, two hundred and twelve wineries, one visited in the morning and another in the afternoon makes…”
“Eight years,” supplied the showmare.