And I saw your comment on how I could have just written it in your journal. . . so here it is. I'm writing. But I have no idea where to begin. So. . . let's start from the beginning. That seems most appropriate, after all.
Those few months ago, that night you stayed at my inn; I have no idea what came over me. Long had I been content to run my business, providing shelter to the weary and the wandering, without a stallion by my side to aid me. On more than one occasion, I had even joked to myself that I would never need a husband. And I suppose that in principle I don't, but I wanted one just the same. Somepony to spend the rest of my life with, with whom I could share my interests, my joys, my sorrows; and yet, as I walked the streets of this town, as I observed the various stallions that visited my establishment, I could find nopony that suited me. Granted, any observations I made were shallow at best, but I can assure you I'm a very good judge of character. You might even say that it's my special talent. Because it is. Judging the character of others I mean. Or at least, that's a portion of my talent. Returning to my judgment of stallions.
None of them suited me. Either they cared only for my appearance, or wanted a part in my business, or some other ridiculous thing. All of them, Unicorns, Earth pony (as you call them) merchants, Pegasus emissaries: all of them, meat-headed, greedy barbarians, thinking only with their coin purses and their little heads. I had all but given up on finding somepony to spend my life with. And then you came along. I could see in your eyes, just as you saw in mine, a desire to learn and take in all that you saw on a much deeper level. And you, in stark contrast to so many that had stayed at my inn, showed no interest in me, sexually at least. I was fascinated by you. More than that, I was enthralled. I am no believer in love at first sight, but what I felt for you was certainly close. However, as much as I wanted to act on my sudden emotions, I had no idea how to. I had never felt them before, and had no clue how to begin going about showing you how I felt. And you, a stranger, would likely rebuff me anyway. So when I saw that you were hungry and thirsty, well. . . I took advantage of the situation. It truly was one of the best nights of my life. An incredibly awkward night, as it was my first time doing. . . well, you know. But still, an amazing night. However, even the smallest of actions can have tremendous consequences. And these consequences are what I wished to inform you of. And knowing that you have feelings for me as I do for you, I can only hope that you will not reject me once I do.
I am pregnant, Starswirl. And the foal is yours. There is no doubting it. And my only wish is that when he or she is born, you stay on with us, as my husband and its father. I do not expect an answer right away. Nor do I expect you to accept.This was by no choice of yours. It was I that took advantage of you, after all. But please, let me know; do not leave me in the dark about your feelings.