Letters from an Irritated Princess

by Tired Old Man


Bonus: I'm Not OK With K. K., K?

Discord, dear,

I apologize for not sending you an invitation for the Yakyakistan sleepover. I do this for two and only two reasons, both of which involve your chaotic nature being a bit clashing.

First, although I would gladly let you come provided Fluttershy prevents you from causing any shenanigans, the Yaks are a race that are… easily provoked. You do more provoking that anyone else I know, and the Yaks don’t take kindly behavior that’s aggravating in any way. In that sense, the issue isn’t so much you as it is who we’re visiting, and I simply can’t risk another diplomatic circus because you decided to turn their dreadlocks into snakes since they would be “so easily rattled,” as you might say.

The second reason is a bit more related to what happened when I invited you to a certain karaoke bar a few weeks back. I get the feeling you would call me K. K. Cider all night, and the girls would pepper me with countless questions as to why I have that name.

I hope you respect my wishes when I say that I don’t want that night to be discussed with the girls, ever. They don’t need to know. I already have enough that know between you, Luna, and my personal circle of friends. If it gets out that I drunkenly thought I could hold a duet with a guitar-playing dog, my reputation among the nobles would sink to a whole new low of embarrassment.

Not that they don’t hold a particularly high opinion of me already, but I don’t want them to have more verbal ammunition locked and loaded for me. I hope you understand my desire for discretion here.

To make it up to you, you can come by in a few weeks to mess with the nobles during a brunch meeting they’re holding to discuss some tax levies for a few of their properties.

I’m sure you can give them the break they deserve.

Best Wishes,

Princess Celestia

Hm? Sorry Twilight, I'm just sending a second copy of this letter off to Discord's home address, just in case Fluttershy doesn't have time to give this to him.

Yes, I'm playing it safe. Knowing him he'll probably enact some sort of petty revenge scheme against me for not inviting him. It's expected at this point, but hopefully he'll see it at some point. Now, let's get settled in for the night.

...Why do I hear purring? I don't think the Yaks own any cats...