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// This Magical Cure Isn't a Mystery to Me 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Princess Twilight Sparkle,

Oh, how long I've waited to start using those words. It's been so long since I've had a student that's made it far enough to be worthy of that title, and here you are. 

You faced quite the odds to get here, Twilight. The spell Starswirl wrote but never finished was a test I hoped you would complete in a very timely manner, given the nature of the spell. Mayor Mare just about lost it once the cloud weather looked like a chessboard, not to mention the flash heatstroke and blizzard weather patterns. Add in your friends doing the thing they thought their cutie mark was telling them to do, and this whole situation felt like it was ripped straight out of Discord's playbook.

I knew this would happen, by the way. Of course I wouldn't just send you a spell of Starswirl's as chaotic as this without a backup plan in mind. Had you failed, I would have sorted it out myself. I solved his spell beforehoof thanks to your many, many friendship reports giving me a greater understanding of friendship than Starswirl ever had. I wish he was still around--he would have benefitted from them so much. 

But you succeeded, rising far above my admittedly low expectations, and now you're a princess. One without a castle to call your own, but a princess all the same. Now, since you're freshly coronated, you shan't be exposed to the wonderful world of princess politics quite yet, especially not until you have a castle ready to contain such lunacy. Although I assume you're well and content with living in that treehouse, that spot's not nearly large enough to hold an audience for your court sessions, so I'll speak with Mayor shortly after you read this. We can figure out a temporary arrangement in the meantime until you have a castle you're comfortable with.

Enjoy yourself, Twilight, and thank you for proving to me that despite all your faults, and I mean a lot of faults, you're still diligent and dutiful, and quite worthy enough to wear a crown that's not just for show.

With love and great respect,

Princess Celestia

Oh, hey Luna.

Pay up? Oh, right. You won the bet.

Hang on, let me find my coinpurse. Can't believe it took her less than two days, and she didn't even send me a letter asking for help! 

Well, yes, I'm happy that she did it relatively quickly and without assistance. Why wouldn't I be? Here, take the bits.

No, I'm not mad about this bet, because even though I lost, I still won. After all, she's a princess now. That's what's important.