Once upon a time there was a princess. Well, I am not talking of the small fragile one we see in stories. Not the poor girl waiting to be saved by her prince on the white horse. Waiting and waiting for a miracle. If someone is expecting this, wrong story.
Well, my princess learned that she did not need anyone to save her, that she can do it herself and do it better. She learned that she is powerful, that she can do anything she wants. She learned that nobody can tell her what to do or not to do or expect things from her. She was free, she was herself.
She was something special. She could be whoever she wanted, everything depended on her. She could love everyone and do anything for them to be happy or could just live her life. She could be an angel, but learning to fight, she lost her innocence. And maybe this is a good thing, this way she cannot be destroyed.
Well, my small princess is a real fighter who knows what she wants, knows what makes her happy and goes for it.