Butter was clearly shaken from having to answer this question, though she did well to not answer it immediately; it was certainly a question that required thinking about despite how hard even that would be. The thought of having the princessâs blood on her hooves, no matter the reason, would break this little batpony.Â
But the candidate mare understood that such a sacrifice would need to be made if it meant the safety of Equestria. She just wishes that such circumstances would not be required.
Despite the horrific thought of seeing the princess dead, Butter was feeling somewhat happy with herself for managing to stay in this interview. Her chances may have been thrown out of the window if she either said no or ran out of the room in a fit of frustration and anger from being sunk to the very depths of her emotional threshold.
âIt.. itâs okay Princess..â the batpony forgives Luna for this final question as well as the other personal questions previously asked by her. Butter manages to look up after a moment of silence between herself and the alicorn. âAnd I do trust that it.. it was required of you to ask this as part of the interview..â she added, trying to twitch a smile to get over what she had just experienced.
Her eyes light up in slight relief of the interview being over, and rewards herself with a deep sigh to calm her nerves. Her ears stand up again upon hearing the princess inform her that the end of the interview is here.
âOh it is certainly a relief, Princess.. it wasnât an easy set of questions but I am glad I was able to provide to you the answers you wanted to hear. I look forward to hearing your choice, no matter.. no matter who you choose to become your guard.â Butter gives the alicorn a bow of her head, closing her eyes in the process before looking up to see her leave the throne room.
The batpony walks behind the servant as she is escorted toward the guest quarters. This also gives her a chance to see the interior of the castle much better. She would be no doubt be seeing it a lot should she be chosen tomorrow. This gives the batpony a warm fuzzy feeling; to be Lunaâs personal guard. It was certainly an honor that Butter would wear with pride.
She stops beside the third door on the right upon turning the corner to the guest wing. With a thankful nod to the servant, she leaves the batpony to enter her room. Butter waits for her to be out of sight before opening the door. After taking a moment to bask in her surroundings, the batpony enters the room and closes the door behind her.
It suddenly occurred to the mare that she was exceedingly tired from today; the interview really took it out of her even though in reality she was just answering questions. So without a second thought, Butter trotted straight over to the bed and took off her cloak, laying it down on the chair. Looking down at the folded cloak for a moment, Butter looks up to the ceiling and whispers. âIâll make you proud of me, mom, dad, little sister.. wherever you are right now..âÂ
With a gentle smile to herself, Butter lifted the covers of the bed and made herself comfortable in it. She had done it; she had braved the personally gruelling interview and made it to the selection stage. Now all she needed to do was to wait for the result, which she hopes bear fruit.
