Dear Royal Queeniness, Chrysalis,
Hi there! My name is Apple Bloom. You don't know me, but you might remember my big sister Applejack. She's the Honest one, if you catch my drift. I hope there ain't no hard feelings about her part in stopping your big takeover plans. She doesn't know I'm writing this, by the way.
I'm the chairpony of the Cutie Mark Crusaders! We're a group dedicated to helping ponies discover their special talents and purpose in life. This often revolves around cutie marks. Do changelings have cutie marks? I was at the wedding and I don't remember seeing any, but you never know so I thought I'd ask. Even if you don't have cutie marks, that doesn't mean we can't help.
I don't mean to insult you. I'm not saying you need help. But my fellow Crusaders and I just thought, "Why is Chrysalis so determined to conquer Equestria?" And then we thought, "Maybe we could find out!" That's why I'm writing you today, Your Majesty. Maybe it's not about conquering Equestria. Maybe you're searching for something, and you feel like conquest is the only way to get it. In our work to help others, we've met a lot of ponies who are adults with important jobs and cutie marks but don't really know what they're doing or why. They do things because they think they have to. Often times we find that they were looking at life and themselves the wrong way and just needed a change in perspective.
Have you ever felt that way? Would you like to talk to somepony about it? Maybe you can find what you need without this whole 'conquering Equestria' thing.
Hoping you're having a good day,
Apple Bloom
Apple Bloom.
I have no idea why I'm responding to this letter. I have no idea why you thought to send me one. I have no idea how that wall-eyed pegasus knew where to bring it, or why I did not choose to have her podded!
I am so very confused.
And offended. You think I don't know my place? I am a queen, I know exactly what I am doing! How dare you imply otherwise. I suspected this to be some devious trick by Sun Butt to get me down to your pitiful hovel, but my scouts in Ponyville (whom Princess Luna will no doubt be scurrying to find after this) believe you are genuine in your intentions. Which is all the more confusing.
But also intriguing. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement. I would, of course, never risk myself for a meeting with mere teenagers, but I might be willing to send one of my minions. He's useless to me as a soldier and an infiltrator anyways, so if this is a trap it will be no scratch on my chitin. His name is Thorax. Expect him to arrive whenever he arrives. I admit, I'm curious as to how this will play out.
Your future queen,
Chrysalis