So with all those restrictions, there she was, lying down on the sofa, reading 'De Magia Unicornis: On Unicorn Magic.’ A classic tome -- and it really was a tome, from the size of the thing. She’d borrowed it from the palace library that morning after breakfast. Sure, it was old and some of the sections were a little outdated; the chapter recommending the consumption of certain herbs, the inhalation of strange alchemical mixtures, and the performing of certain exercises said to increase the size and girth of one's horn were particularly laughable.