the day that she was hatched, the day that he first carried her, her first steps, the very first time that she called him dad…
the first time that he had to put himself between her and some random noble trying to use her to play politics with his mentor that first week that he let out his inhibitions and marked her as his as his last resource
this photography was special
one of the most important days on his and her lifetimes, one day that changed everything
the day that her mentor degraded her daughter to a mere play thing, a slave on the throne room the day that changed how she would live her life and how she would be seen by everyone
no more she would be a noble princess of the kingdom, no longer the magical offspring of the princess, no longer the sun sucesor, the blessed infant of canterlot, the day that she lost everything she stopped being a free creature in the kingdom and at least thanks to that the most wanted female of the kingdom and the most seek asset in the world by the politicians at least
she became a pet, even less than a pet a slave, his slave…and at least for the kingdom and the masses a symbol of his status in the palace and another symbol of debauchery to lust after
those cute dresses those cute clothes even if made her look so cute were disgusting on his eyes, because those things were the prof of her status as a thing, just some toys for a pet
barb doesn’t know everything that happened those days, the attempts, the kidnappers, the battles, maybe is for the best
even now in his current situation with his daughter so complicated and twisted, he wouldn’t change anything
barb is his daughter, he would do anything to protect her from others… even from herself
the blood on his hoofs and the scar on his chest prove that