Dear Robert Wolfe,
I must apologize to you for how I treated you at Canterlot Castle. It was unjust and unnecessary. I am still learning to control my temper after a few recent events, which I do not wish to talk about. My demeanor was so cold because I worry about the citizens of my kingdom. While I cannot say I am not wary of you, I can say I am willing to treat you as a guest. And fret not; writing this letter was of my own accord, not my sister’s.
I am also writing you to inform you of events in the following months. You are to remain in Ponyville under the care of Miss Fluttershy. If there is anything you need, I’m sure she will oblige you. If you need anything of my sister or I, simply locate Princess Twilight Sparkle’s assistant, Spike the Dragon, and request to send a letter you have written. In a few days, my sister will be in Ponyville to announce your arrival, so you won’t be treated as a beast, and rather a citizen of Equestria. I hope the citizens take your arrival better than I have. . .
I trust you have received the clothing from Miss Rarity. Count yourself lucky, Mr Wolfe. Miss Rarity is one of the most elegant seamstresses in all of Equestria, and my personal favorite tailor.
Onto the topic of your funds. As you are aware, our national currency is counted in gold pieces known as bits. They come in different values. Bits of one, five, ten, and twenty. Over the course of the next few months, you will be supported by the Royal Treasury for food, clothing, and other necessities. And I trust you will be paying Miss Fluttershy for her hospitality. But if you are not home in six months time, I suggest you find a place to work. It is not healthy to be fed and not feed yourself. Remember, Mr Wolfe. Six months is what you have been allowed.
This concludes my letter, Robert Wolfe. If you have any questions,you know how to reach us. Any letters you get back will be from Princess Celestia. Once again, I apologize deeply for treating you as a whelp. I will be much kinder in our next meeting. Until then, farewell, Mr Wolfe.
Yours truly,
Princess Luna