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Prince Splendid ✨
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Greyhuskey1940
Lunar Supporter - Helped forge New Lunar Republic's freedom in the face of the Solar Empire's oppressive tyrannical regime (April Fools 2023).

@Purple3100
me too I loved them plus even when all’s said and done in the end Blackjack wasn’t even able to die and join them in Heavon someone had to curse her further with extended life…like in speak I didn’t read too much like a couple chapters but in the beginning of speak blackjack was completely numb and miserable that’s what’s sad she never got to rejoin her lost friends
sxcbeast

Not to nit pick in case ya didn’t know. Splendid and his sisters and father are implied to be decendants of Shining Armor. They’re described to have white hides and variations of his blue mane and tail. Except for the little sister. Which sounds more like Cadence.
A moment later, a blue glow surrounded the gate. It swung wide and a trio of white unicorns stepped forward. A shield protected the three from the misting rain. Clearly, these were not Wastelanders, and one I knew.
“Blackjack,” Prince Splendid said with a generous smile, wearing absolutely pristine combat armor. “Welcome to my home.” The white, blue-maned stallion who I’d met months ago outside the Fluttershy Medical Center still stirred a base, fundamental part of me. I reminded myself he was head of an organization of slavemongers. That, and his warm, handsome gaze no longer made my mare bits quiver receptively like they once did.
To his right approached a cross, younger-looking mare that shared his coloration so closely that I wondered if they might be twins. She wore gold and sapphire jewelry and a delicate tiara. She also wore neither barding nor any weapons but an elegant dress that wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes past this gate. Her firm blue eyes locked with mine without fear or hesitation. “Security,” she said in a cool voice as she eyed me.
On his left was a unicorn filly Scotch Tape’s age, white in coat but possessing a bubblegum-pink and magenta striped mane.