Valiant.

Subtle as she was, there always seemed to be a mean streak in her. One that was only evident when she felt the world was turning everyone against her and that she was no longer queen. When she flared up, even those whom she considered friends shunned her for fear of being struck down. All except that one boy, shy in his demeanor yet so chivalrous and brave when it came to calming the storm that was her. Lightning never struck the same place twice, until now. Battered and bruised, he continued on his way to showing her he was truly a friend, not another one of those boys who claimed to be men. Pathetic beings from another planet, she so claimed. 

And as she rampaged on, devastating those around her with a fury of such horrendous proportions that soon she was locked up. With the key to her cell lost forever, how then could that little boy save his fiery princess? Inside that miniscule jail cell, she pondered endlessly. Her dearest friends, the family she once loved. All devoured by her overwhelming rage at the world, now she would never feel the warmth of her Mother's hands on her cheek, the raspy voice of her Father when he came home was lost forever. 

Then, arrived this innocent boy.

She shone like the stars that guided lost sailors in the dark of night. For in his eyes, her beauty and grace was second to none. Her radiance illuminated his world, blinding him for an instant. Then like a vacuum, everything was lost and infront of him sat the ugliest and foulest creature he had ever met. Yet, she was the same girl. The same damsel that had left so early in his life, seeking adventure surrounded by men with gold. She remembered him, vividly. But she didn't have the courage to look at him, she felt ashamed and defiled. 

As she watched him pick at the lock so fervently, her vision blurred and she shuddered wildly. Convulsions not of death but of utter surprise and elation. This boy, one she before this moment had not even so much as greeted was now a knight. So gallant in his attempt to free her from the clutches of her dictators. 

Outrage, enormity and turpitude of affection was now - gone.