Vincent van Casanova Chapter 7

Chapter 7: A Hectic Invitation

“Oh, it was the most magical fantasy I’ve ever had!” finished Luna.

Vincent just looked at the princess with a dumb-founded look.

“So I was a knight in shining armor taking out a bunch of guards who acted like utter idiots?” he asked, “Er, no offense, guys,” he added, looking at the guards who had heard.

“None taken,” said Shooting Star.

“Come, darling,” said Luna, grabbing Vincent with her magic, “let us away to the Royal Garden.”

“Royal Garden?”

Luna took Vincent to the garden outside Canterlot Castle.

“Welcome to the Royal Garden,” she said, “never before have you seen such perfectly bloomed flowers.”

“Not ever,” remarked Vincent.

“And be mindful of the animals around here,” Luna warned, “they are much more wild than regular animals; Fluttershy found that out the hard way.”

Vincent recalled Fluttershy telling him about the time she and the rest of the Mane Six went to the Grand Galloping Gala in Canterlot. She had wanted to spend time with the animals in the garden, but they were far too wild and scared of her. Even when she resorted to trapping them, Fluttershy nearly had a mental breakdown and yelled at them to love her.

“It was rather humorous to hear about gentle little Fluttershy going nuts,” Vincent chuckled to himself, “erm, Princess Luna?”

“Yes?”

“Er, I was wondering if I could talk about this you and me situation. You see…”

But before Vincent could say anymore, Luna covered his mouth with his hoof.

“Say no more, my love,” she giggled, “of course I’ll marry you!”

Vincent’s eyes widened in shock. Oh, no, no, no! he thought, This wasn’t what I meant to say!

“But before we can wed,” continued Luna, “I must ask my sister for her blessing. I won’t be too long.” And she raced off.

“Oh, great,” moaned Vincent, “now I’ve really gotten myself in a right pickle. What am I going to do now?!”

Meanwhile, Luna had gone back into the castle to talk to Celestia.

“Sister,” she said proudly, “Vincent and I have decided to wed, and we would like your blessing.”

“Marry?” Celestia was very surprised by what she had heard.

“Yes,” said Luna happily, “he asked me in the garden and I accepted. We would like your blessing.”

Celestia didn’t know what to think; Luna being engaged to, of all ponies, a commoner? Not that Celestia had anything against commoners, of course.

“I’m… not too sure I agree with this,” said Celestia.

“Please, Celie,” Luna begged, using the puppy eyes, “I love him.”

Celestia sighed looking at her sister’s sad expression; how can anypony resist such a cute face?

“Oh… alright,” said Celestia with a slight smile, “you have my blessing to wed him.”

“Oh, thank you, Celie!” Luna cried in delight, hugging her older sister, “You have no idea how much this means to me!”

Luna raced off to tell Vincent.

“Oh, Vincent?” she called, “Where have you gone, my love? I have wonderful news.”

She soon found him hiding in a rose bush.

“Oh, there you are,” she giggled, “trying to play hide and seek, are we?”

So much for the disguise, thought Vincent in annoyance.

“Celie has given her blessing for us to wed,” said Luna, “isn’t that great?!”

“Oh, has she?” Vincent nervously gulped.

“Indeed,” said Luna, “we shall wed tomorrow.”

“T-t-tomorrow?!” Vincent spluttered in disbelief.

“There’s not a moment to waste,” said Luna, “I must send out the invitations.”

“Where to?” asked Vincent, silently praying and hoping Ponyville wouldn’t be one of the locations.

“To our friends in Canterlot and Ponyville, silly,” said Luna, playfully poking him on the nose, “your friends deserve to know about this grand event.”

Aw, rats! This can’t be good… “The news of our… marriage won’t be spread all over Equestria, will it?”

“Of course they’ll know, my love. Something this amazing must be known.”

D’oh! Darn you, Murphy!

Before Vincent could say anymore, Luna raced off to fill invitations.

“I am so dead,” he groaned, “how did I get roped into this mess?!”

That evening, Vincent had been taken to a bachelor party with the Royal Guards.

“So, you’re gonna be the new prince, eh?” asked one of the guards.

“Er, looks like it,” said Vincent nervously.

“Want some more drink?” asked another guard, offering Vincent a mug.

“Erm, no, thank you,” said Vincent, “I don’t want to be like that guy over there…”

He pointed to Whiplash the royal prison guard with a lampshade on his head, singing. The goofy look on his face could tell that he had a bit too much drink.

“See the little goblin?
See his little feet?
And his little nosy-wose,
Isn’t the goblin sweet?

“HIC!”

“Why Princess Celestia even hired him, I’ll never know,” sighed a third guard.

Then another drunk guard got up.

“Alrighty lads,” he said, “let’s sing a song for the new prince here!”

“A song for me?” asked Vincent. After he asked that, the other drunken guards got up, donning fruit hats and maracas.

“My gosh, you’re a fruity bunch!” remarked Vincent. One guard then began to sing.

“Vincent, we got you a little song here,
The lyrics that we make up as we go.
Tomorrow’s your lucky day, so now it is time to play,
And with all of that aside, on with the show!”

Then from nowhere, the music began to play, and the guards were in outrageous costumes and doing ridiculous stunts. They joined the first guard in singing, and it went something like this…

“His… name… is… Sir Vincent!
He’s got an arty scent
He loves to pay the rent
You know you do!”

“I do?” asked Vincent.

“He shall marry Luna,
Under a full moon-a.
So wish him the best of luck!

His name is Sir Vincent
And if you just listen
His singing voice is like a god…

He’s got a lucky dream,
To be the greatest seen,
And to make it to afar!”

Now it was time for the first guard to have his second solo:

“You’re a pony, and you like your night life,
And by day, you really like to play.
You can all find him pumping at the gym
At the Canterlot Y.S.C.A.!”

Then came in a short drum solo, and disco music played to flashing lights of all the colors of the rainbow.

“His name is Sir Vincent,
He’s so magnificent
He don’t care what anypony says!”

“No way!”

“Let us all dye our hairs
And dance with pretty mares!”

“And when tomorrow comes, he will become a P. R…”

“I.N.C.E.!
A prince!”

“Okay!”

Back in Ponyville, Twilight was doing some reading when Spike came in with a letter.

“You’re not going to believe this!” the baby dragon remarked.

“What is it?” asked Twilight.

“Princess Luna is getting married to Vincent!” said Spike.

“What?!” Twilight was very surprised, “But I thought Vincent liked Sunset Shimmer.”

“Well, let’s hope she doesn’t find out,” said Spike, “but anyway, she also wants Rarity to make her wedding dress.”

The white unicorn squealed in excitement and kissed Spike.

“Sheesh, Rarity,” teased Rainbow Dash, “why not just ask Spike to marry you? And don’t even try mentioning… you know what!”

“Well… if you insist, Mrs. Soarin.”

Rainbow Dash’s face once again turned red as her wings extended, causing the others to laugh.

“Hey! It’s not funny when Vincent does it, and it’s not funny when you do it to me either!”

“The rest of you get to help too,” said Spike, reading from the invite, “you’re getting to do the tasks you did at Cadance’s wedding a few years back.”

“And that means Apple Bloom and her friends are the flower fillies again, right?” asked Applejack.

“Yup,” said the little dragon.

Meanwhile in Canterlot, Octavia was just getting ready to go home from a concert.

“You’re not going to believe this!” remarked Parish Nandermane, “We’ve been invited to play music for a wedding!”

“A wedding?” asked Octavia, “Oh, how wonderful! Who’s the lucky couple?”

“Princess Luna and some Pegaus stallion… Vincent van Colt, I think his name is…”

Octavia gasped when she heard the groom’s name. “Vincent van Colt?!”

“Y-yes,” said Parish, taken aback by Octavia’s sudden outburst, “why?”

“How dare that Princess Luna steal the stallion of my dreams!” snapped the cello player, before lying on her back on a nearby couch and placing a hoof on her forehead.

“Oh, the sorrow! Oh, the pain! The agony!” she wailed, “To die, to sleep! To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub…”

“Oh, good grief,” said Frederick, who was standing nearby, “Octy’s in her Shakesmare place again…”

Back in Ponyville, Vinyl Scratch was packing up from a disco party.

“Phew,” she sighed, “another great party. Is there anything wubs can’t do?”

She got to her mailbox and went to check her mail.

“Hey, what’s this?” she said, looking at a piece of paper, “I’ve been invited to a wedding to help with the reception! Alright! That’ll be so… wait a minute! Vincent’s the groom to Princess Luna?!”

Vinyl stormed angrily into her house. “What’s the big idea of some princess taking my wub partner from me?” she snapped angrily.

Vinyl went over to her couch and tilted the head of a little statue on the table, revealing a button. She pushed it, causing a part of the wall to slide out, revealing a hidden room.

“Looks like a job for my secret weapon,” she said to herself, “my BASS CANNON!”

Meanwhile, Coco was making her way to Carousel Boutique to spend the night before going back to Manehattan in the morning. When she got there, she found Rarity waiting with the invitation.

“Oh, hi, Rarity,” said Coco, “what’s that you’re holding up?”

“It’s an invitation to Princess Luna’s wedding,” said Rarity, “she wants me to make her wedding dress and I’d like you to assist me.”

“Oh, it’s wonderful that she’s being married!” said Coco happily, “Who’s the handsome stallion she’s marrying?”

“Vincent van Colt,” explained Rarity, although straight away, she began to wish she hadn’t. The moment Vincent’s name registered in Coco’s mind, her eyes began welling up with tears, almost as if she was about to cry.

“Whatever is the matter?” Rarity asked.

A few seconds later, Coco finally burst into tears.

“How can he do this to me?!” she sobbed, “After the gifts I made for him?!”

“Oh, there, there,” comforted Rarity, giving the crying Coco a hug, “tell me what exactly happened.”

Coco wasn’t the only pony to be upset; Sunset Shimmer had received her own invitation to the wedding as well.

“How could he?” she cried, “I thought Vincent loved me. Why would he want to marry Princess Luna?!”

“Cheer up, Sunset,” said Twilight, trying to comfort her friends, “I’m sure there’s a good reason behind this.”

“What could Princess Luna have that I don’t?” asked Sunset.

“Maybe the power to stalk ponies in their dreams?” asked Flash.

“You’re not helping!” snapped Sunset. Then suddenly, she had a thought.

“What if Vincent doesn’t really wish to marry her?” she said to herself, “What if he’s being forced to marry her against his will?”

“Forced against his will?” asked Flash in confusion.

“Oh, fear not, Vincent,” said Sunset Shimmer to nopony in particular, “I shall go to the wedding and save you!”

“This won’t end well,” said Twilight.

Meanwhile in Cloudsdale, Fleetfoot had just gotten home from Wonderbolts Training.

“What a hard day of training,” she said. Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Come in,” called Fleetfoot, “unless you’re a thief, then don’t bother!”

The door opened and it was none other than Spitfire. “Why would you think I was a thief?”

“Because… potatoes?” Fleetfoot replied absentmindedly.

Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Well, anyway, I just came by to let you know that Princess Luna’s getting married and she wants the Wonderbolts to perform.”

“Alright!” said Fleetfoot, “Who’s the cool stud she’s gettin’ married to?”

“Somepony named Vincent van Colt,” said Spitfire, looking at the invitation.

Fleetfoot’s face fell (not literally, cause it would’ve been freaky).

“WHAT?!” she cried.

“Is something wrong?” asked Spitfire.

“That princess stole my coltfriend!” pouted Fleetfoot.

“Coltfriend?” Spitfire was puzzled, “No one told us about you and him being an item.”

“Well, I didn’t get to tell him yet,” said Fleetfoot.

“Then how does that make him your coltfriend if you didn’t even ask him?”

Fleetfoot then acted calmer. “I was just kidding,” she lied, “it’ll be a blast performing for a royal wedding tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” said Spitfire.

That night at the castle, Vincent was in the guest chambers.

“How did I end up in this mess?” he was saying to himself, “I mean, I never intended to marry Princess Luna, and everypony went and jumped the gun.”

Looking across the room, he spotted an archer’s bow and got an idea. He grabbed the nearest piece of parchment and quill and quickly wrote out a message. He then wrapped the parchment around an arrow, and using the bow, fired it into the air.

After a second or two, Vincent laughed.

“It’s not like anypony’s gonna read that note,” he said to himself, “I’m doomed.”

Without anymore ideas of what to do, Vincent crawled into his bed and went to sleep.