Deep inside Canterlot’s castle, past dingy corridors and endless flights of wobbling stairs, nestle the flats where live the hidden, the unknown, the nameless servants who, thanks to their anonymous diligence, see that each and every desire of the Princesses is fulfilled down to the smallest.

This story started as an experiment on alicorn stories (duh!), and ended up in an attempt to maximise its randomness.

Remotely inspired by this (too long to type) Bad Horse’s story. Proofread both by Carabas and CCC.

The French version (written as a play) is here.