The next morning at dawn, Luna knocked at Celestia’s bedroom door. “Come in!” shouted Celestia from somewhere inside. The blue alicorn opened the door and walked in. “Since when do you politely knock at my door before entering?” asked Celestia amused.

“Oh!” responded Luna. “I think I too learned one or two lessons from this adventure.”

Celestia smirked as she faced her sister. She fetched a notebook, and they left the room.

“I feel really sorry for the guard,” said Celestia. “He didn’t deserve what happened to him. What a grisly way to die. When do his funeral take place?”

“Tonight at 6 pm,” responded Luna. “You might be interested to know that Hippiatros conducted a forensic examination on his body. He died of a heart attack. In fact, he was suffering from an unsuspected congenital heart malformation; stress and exhaustion caused a fatal seizure.”

“Well,” said Celestia. “It does not really solace me. And, besides, he was quite handsome…”

“It’s fortunate we cornered your double just in time, before she could somehow wreak more havoc,” added Luna. “One casualty is already too much.”

“I know,” sighed Celestia. “And how I wish nothing of this happened.”

“Let bygones be bygones,” concluded Luna. She stifled a snigger. “So,” she said, “You like big burly hunks, eh? Coming from you, I was expecting a tad more whimsicality.”

Celestia smiled sheepishly at her sister as both princesses pushed the portal leading to the royal hall.