Celestia sat in her private chambers with a gentle fire running in her fireplace. In front of her was the latest entry in one of her favourite book series. A content smile was on her face as she read through the book. Small purple sparks flew from the fireplace. Celestia stared at the sparks as they formed a small cloud. The cloud swirled around and formed a scroll. She reached for the scroll with her magic and unravelled it.
Dear Princess Celestia.
When you first sent me to Ponyville, I knew nothing of friendship. I thought that it was pointless, that it interfered with the pursuit of knowledge. But I was wrong. Friendship is a wonderful thing that can bring happiness to anypony no matter what their age or size. I thought I was at my happiest with my friends being my friends. I was again wrong. I learned that friendship can evolve into something greater. Something more satisfying and more fulfilling, I have discovered that friendship can turn into love.
Celestia smiled at the words. Twilight had grown so much in the past two years, and it made Celestia happy to see that growth. She gave a small laugh. “Friendship can turn into love.” You have no idea how happy that makes me Twilight. I wonder though, out of your friends, whose heart have you captured?
There was this warm feeling I held inside whenever I thought of my friends. That feeling that I held close to my heart was something I associated with friendship. However, that feeling turned out to be romantic love, and I held it for all of them. At first, it was confusing. I have always been taught that a pony can only love one. My friends though, have shown me otherwise. I love all of my friends, and they in return love me.
Celestia blinked in confusion. She reread the last two sentences to be sure that she wasn’t hallucinating. My friends though, have shown me otherwise. I love all of my friends, and they in return love me. She was not imagining those words. There were three things in the world that could anger Celestia: ponies suffering under tyranny, somepony eating the last pancake in a stack of a dozen, and losing a bet. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and let out a loud string of words that were unfit to come out of a princess’ mouth.
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On the other side of Canterlot Castle, two ponies sat in a deep purple room. One of them was wearing deep purple armour and had bat wings. The other was a midnight blue alicorn. In between the two was a chess set with pieces all over the board. The lunar guard was moving his bishop when a loud noise caused him to drop the piece. Both of the room’s occupants jumped in surprise. Incoherent screaming could be heard outside the room.
“Your highness,” the guard said. “What is that? Is Canterlot Castle under attack?” The two listened to the noise trying to decipher it.
“STUPID LUNA AND HER BUCKING CORRECT PREDICTIONS! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO BE BUCKING RIGHT?! SHE COULD HAVE HAD HAPPINESS WITH PINKIE, BUT NOOOOO. SHE HAD TO HAVE HAPPINESS WITH PINKIE AND ALL OF HER FRIENDS!” the words eventually degraded into incomprehensible nonsense. Luna smiled as the noise became louder. The chamber’s large oaken doors opened and Celestia entered the room. Her face had the same regal and dignified expression that she always wore when addressing her subjects. She carried what looked like a sack of bits with her magic. She set the bag beside Luna.
“There you go Luna,” Celestia said. “What other things do you desire?”
“We’d like blueberry pancakes for breakfast,” Luna began. “nine barrels of Sweet Apple Cider, a group of engineers to design a new chariot for us, some moon lilies, your regalia, and for three weeks: you will wear a mustache during day court, you will personally deliver a butterscotch sundae to us before night court begins, and you will say ‘I’m a pretty pony princess!’ whenever you start a new conversation with somepony.” For a brief moment, a scowl formed on Celestia’s face, but it went unnoticed by the guard. She then bowed to Luna.
“As you wish.” Celestia then exited the room, closing the oaken doors. Luna began counting the bits in the sack while the lunar guard had a confused expression on his face.
“Your highness,” he asked. “What was all of that about?” Luna continued counting the bits.
“Oh nothing,” she replied. “Our sister just lost a wager with us.”