One night, in the northern district of Canterlot behind the castle where the noblest families lived, whose roots went back to the very foundations of the Kingdom of Equestria, three ponies gathered around a round table made of ebony wood.

"Lady Storm, Lady Shawarma, how are you?"

"As good as you are, Sir Adamantium, as good as you are."

Thing is, they were tired of the constant attempts to approach the pony who was sitting next to the throne.

"If only Princess Lu-"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." said the earth pony.

A servant came in, seemingly very embarrassed. "A unicorn at the door wants to talk to you."

"Who is this?"

"He didn't introduce himself, he just sputtered something." Just thinking about it increased her embarrassment, making her blush even more.

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"I'm waiting."

She mustered all the courage she could under the stress of what she was ordered. "He said that you would know who he is if I stated: " She wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

Sir Adamantium closed his eyes in a long, exasperated sigh. "Send him in."

The maid disappeared without further delay.

Bitter Truth stayed at the door frame. "May I join this exciting beginning of conversation you have here?"

"What do you want? When we last spoke, you didn't want to have anything to do with us anymore, as I recall."

"I had no reason at the time to work with puppeteers. But, to the extent that my vision of the future proves to me that it is time to change direction, and to work with the camp that will soon be at the head of the kingdom."

Like three sharks sniffing the drop of blood that had just mingled with the ocean, the pupils of the three nobles shrank so much that all their attention was focused on the stallion that remained at the door of the room.

With a predatory smile, Sir Adamatium spoke again. "By all means come in, my dear friend, come in. And be kind enough to let us see this future you just talked about."

Bitter Truth entered and telekinetically closed the door behind him, with a fine smile on his face. He slipped to the table, facing the three ponies that had stood side by side to face him. "It may be that in the very near future, Princess Luna may have an accident that will make her unable to rule Equestria. And then somepony will have to take over the regency. But I'm sure you, the descendants of the founders of this kingdom, have some idea of who the ideal candidates would be."

Like hyenas, the three nobles began to plan for their future at the head of the kingdom, under the satisfied gaze of the oracle.