“I wanted to be the prince. The one with the sword and armour that weighed a million pounds. A prince that sought out a princess. Not a damsel in distress or a sleeping beauty. A princess made of steel and iron that could help carry the weight of his armour if it grew too heavy for him. One that loved jokes, especially his, and could laugh with him. A princess that knew how to stand up for herself but allowed him to do so on her behalf when things got too rough. Who could support him yet knock him down a few pegs if he was thinking out of his ass.
