"Blueblood.

"My friend Twilight asked me to come. You'll understand why in a moment. Good, you remember me.

"I believe you will recognize this little pendant? Quiet. I'm not done yet. She told me about it; about the ingenious working you two devised for it. I found the gems for her—did she tell you that? I did. Among the finest in Equestria. Her charm would last a lifetime. Let's see if I'm doing it right. Do you feel that, Blueblood?  Don't you dare take it off. That's how much I hate you right now. If it weren't for my cultured civility, I'd string you up by your bow-tie on the turret wall.

"You are going to sit there and listen, and I'll make sure you're listening because you're going to be using your little gem with every sentence I say. Begin now. Angry and scared. That's good.

"Now you must know, I have been averse to you courting our dear Twilight from the beginning. When I learned of your suit, you don't want to know what I said against it. I hurt my friend trying to protect her, you see. It felt something like this. Yes, I hurt her, but she insisted on giving you the benefit of the doubt. And I let her. And I waited. I waited for you to do something foolish, something crass, something ignoble to reveal the egotistical, crude, insensate chauvinist that you are. I waited a week… a month. 

"Imagine my surprise, Blueblood, when Twilight should appear at my door, ebullient and elated, gibbering to no end about the little pendants you two put together. You remember it, I'm sure—all day with no rest from her little empathetic nudges. But you know what gave her joy and me pause? That after each and every one, you sent something back.

"I had a hard time, then. I was confused. Astonished. You, Blueblood, capable of giving. Of caring. First impressions take some work to overcome, but the evidence seemed irrefutable: Blueblood cared for my dear friend Twilight Sparkle. I spent a long time reflecting and revolving, and arrived at the conclusion that I had perhaps indeed been wrong about you—silly foalish dreams that had no point in being, or even that you had found something within your heart.

"Against all my initial misgivings, I found it within myself to accept your overtures.

"Until the other day—your glamorous ball. You knew Twilight had no interest in flaunting herself; knew she planned to stay in Ponyville to celebrate her birthday; knew she had said, repeatedly, that she didn't want anything special. And what did you do? Ignore every bit of it. You invite half of Canterlot to a ball in her honor, hide it from her, lie to her and her family, have her mentor and friend summon her under false pretenses, and throw her onto the floor like a gossiping, intriguing, self-aggrandizing narcissist. You barely spent five minutes by her side, you were so busy circulating and schmoozing. And then you had the gall to be insulted when she ordered everyone out, choking back her own tears.

"I was finally vindicated: you didn't care, and you never would. You didn't think about her at all. Nothing can live in the heart of Blueblood but himself. The ball was a gift, but it was the kind of gift only you could enjoy. And if she stayed with you, that was all she was going to get.

"Finally, you must be wondering why it is I who am standing here, rather than her. You see, Blueblood, my friend is too busy crying her eyes out from humiliation and betrayal. I am to relay that she, quote, 'does not want to see you for a very long time,' end quote. As for our other friends, well… Those in Ponyville would either fail to turn your ear or pummel you into a filigreed pancake. Those in Canterlot don't know enough and neither should they. She was adamant not to get her parents involved. As for Princess Celestia or Luna, I don't think anyone wants to learn how they would react. If you ask me, I'm surprised you haven't been stripped of your title.

"I'm going to destroy this pendant now. It's of no more use to anypony. I don't think Twilight could forgive herself if she did it, but me? Ha! I have an eye for beauty, Blueblood.

"Good day."