A castle and a palace are far from the same thing. One is a symbol of absolute wealth and comfort while the other is that of a technical marvel in medieval warfare, but both are testament in their own fields.

Yet for all the integrability that the two would often find and be used for, Canterlot, a city forged with a “castle” as its centerpiece, a symbol of highlife, is nothing more than an amalgamation in its grand-design, a design flawed ever since its first conception.

But take it all away, everything, the civilian, the princesses, the guards, everyone. And you could see, in the city's grand design or centerpiece, it is neither a proper castle nor a full palace in the nature of its design.

Canterlot is a city, yes, what started as castle walls grew into something different, Canterlot, a city that lies in the middle of what it tries and fails to be and achieves, a split between being a safe haven from danger and a symbol of wealth and highlife, only ever leaning towards wealth that it could bear.

A Keepless Castle in its grand design.

Hi!

I made another story and I admittedly winged for the first part and didn't know where to stop, so the first chapter may seem a bit jumbled up or something, all that said I'll probably make an anticlimactic ending to this or something, throwing ideas here and there, we'll see...

As always, I ask that you guys tell me your thoughts and tell me any grammatical mistakes, constructive criticism, and if the story tags are incorrect, plus this was just for fun and nothing more,probably.
Thanks and till next time.