Ever the princess in her fancy dresses, skirts of tulle and bodices of lace and bead, caramel blond tendrils tucked into a woven braid, frail tiaras the opposite of her personality showing royal status. If not laced in jewels of rubies and gold, she’s a simple girl who longs to be free, hair flowing open or in ponytails, wearing black leggings, flexible tops and long capes, carrying her magic staff or wearing enchanted armour, glowing shields and swords protecting the legacy the princess has built, turning her into a queen.

Note: okay so that’s ninety. Well… it counts anyway, right?

I don’t like it, but here we are.