After being a completely obnoxious knob to a certain white unicorn at the Grand Galloping Gala, Prince Blueblood retreats to his chambers, needing a quick fix to his absolutely ruined night, finding it in his best friend, Brandy. What seems like hours of drinking away his from what should have been a break from his usual Friday nights, an opportunity to present himself nicely, and be a Royal Knob and get away with it without Paparazzi putting his usually ill ways in gossip magazines, there's a knock at his door from his personal coltservant. The young stallion bows in forced respect, knowing full well if he didn't he'd have more than his head to pick up afterwards. The retainer delivered a royal parchment, and parcel, to the Prince, and trotted back to his place.
Now having a few drinks in him, and DJ Vinyl "PON-3" Scratch blasting from his phonograph, and wanting to perhaps get closer to that musical mare, chortled with liquor in hoof as he began to read the parchment from his Aunt, Princess Celestia.
After fully reading the letter, several times to fully absorb the gravity and implications of the message, the accusations, blunt honesty, and brutal truths enclosed, mixed with the alcohol, slammed him with a sudden deep depression which he then tried to bury with the doughnuts present in the parcel.
He broke down that night, realizing that every word was true, he was a failure, he let his lavish lifestyle corrupt him from what he was to be, and turned a position of dignity into a laughing stock that ponies read about on racks while waiting in line at a market. He falls to his side, face first into the floor from his velvet cushion he sat upon, tears rolling from his eyes as his lungs quaked in sobs. He didn't even notice his door open as Celestia herself witnessed him, and approached to comfort him, grief present in her expression. Perhaps too honest and abusive in her letter, she had no regrets for it, but regrets what she had done to him.
"It's alright, Blueblood... I really do want to see you succeed... If you'll let me help you, we can go back to how things were, my nephew..." She spoke softly with an unstable saddened voice as her eyes were met by those of a stallion whom had the look in them of the foal that had grown into the spoiled stallion he was now.

They embraced as he cried his ice blue eyes out. Celestia knew from that moment, that there was hope for this boy's future.


Seriously oriented Fan-art of the amazingly humorous and brutal Dear Idiot short story found in the link.
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