Princess Twilight,
My apologies for being insensitive about the Golden Oak Library earlier. I'd forgotten how much that place mattered to you, and this tear-stained lashing of a response from you was... justified. Calling me a fat white cactus was a bit much, though. I realize my comment was a bit bristling, but you know that was uncalled for.
Losing a home like you did was no laughing matter. I'm sure you missed the sweet, sappy smell and abhorred the burnt char where that treehouse once stood. It was, by all means, a place you had treasured as much as your friends.
This is something I absolutely know your castle cannot possibly replicate, in any sense at all. It's too new, regal, and about as homely as a fancy hotel. It's a place to stay, but you feel like it's not YOUR place to stay.
Luna felt the same way as you, you know. During those first few weeks after she came back, she had trouble adjusting to the new look, the smell, and how distant it was from what she knew was home. But she made the best of it, and I'd done much within my power to help her acclimate. Reading, comforting, occasional pillow fights, the works!
And she came around. It wasn't instant--nothing like this is ever solved in less than a day--but it happened, and now she's happy, smiling, and putting a smile on my face in return.
I know there isn't much I can do. I mean, I'd sent you some books before from the main library and from my collection, but those were just basic building blocks to get your new library up and running. You could have had those ordered and delivered in a week--that hardly does anything to give you any sort of comfort, from my standpoint.
I hope you didn't mind, then, that I visited your tower here in Canterlot, and plucked a few books from the shelves here. Some of the ones you'd opened often, like your first copy of Daring Do, Encyclopedia Titanica, How to Tame Your Dragon--this one's a bit burnt. The pages in these are worn well from your use, Twilight.
And right now, I think you could use them.
Should you have read this far in, you should have received a few of these very old, nay, timeless treasures of your childhood. Just know that if your castle feels too uncomfortable, you have a place here to stay, if need be.
I'm sure your friends might have done something for you--assuming they pay any attention to your instability--and have made some sort of contribution to your castle to make it feel less foreign, for what it's worth. They mean well as much as I, and know that we're here for you, if you need to talk, cry, or hug. Just don't do the death grip if it's the last one, okay?
Again, I apologize for my rudeness earlier, and stay safe, dear princess. You need not face this dark time alone, for you have friends to help you with that burden, near and far.
I love you, Twilight. Remember that.
Deepest sympathies,
Princess Celestia
Luna, could you come in for a minute?
Oh, I just feel like hugging you right now. You know, I'm just so happy you're here.
Me? I'm fine... I'm just fine.