This is her. My daughter. Mine and Rarity’s. Her name is Golden Ink. It’s been five years since I was with Rarity. She left me for that dragon that follows her around like a puppy. It was a very big blow to my confidence, not that I could show it. She’s all I have now of Rarity. I still remember the note she left me before she left. “Blueblood. I am leaving for Ponyville today. Please do not follow me, there is no chance of bringing me back. I left to pursue a relationship with another. Best wishes, Rarity.”
 
I was crushed. She’s a sweet pony, but even the kind ones can be cruel. She doesn’t seem to realize it. We came across each other in Canterlot, and she spoke to me as if we were equals. As if she hadn’t left me for that dragon! The entire time that creature was growling at me, warning me not to make any moves.
 
Then my daughter was born. The news did not come from Rarity, but Twilight Sparkle. A month later.  
I was shocked. I heard Spike was furious when he found out it wasn’t his. I’ve had my daughter over often, letting her have tea parties with Celestia, she’s been playing with the other princesses, watching the Moon rising with her, getting her into the highest academy in Canterlot, and her favourite activity she says, is writing stories with me. She just created one about a bear named Pink. I help her with her spelling, supply her with paper and quills, and she’ll spend hours in the main hall, telling her stories to the guards on duty. I love her. I probably have other children from former mares. But this one is the only one I know about. She’s mine.