Warrior Princess Quotes

“I suppose we should contact the local authorities?” said Wilbur.
“I’m a princess,” said Harriet. “We’re in the hamster kingdom. I kinda am the authorities.”
“Yeah, but you’re more a hitting-things-with-a-sword princess than a rehabilitating-villains princess.”
“Being hit with a sword can be very rehabilitating, under the right circumstances.”
― Ursula Vernon, Giant Trouble

“Head on the crown and feet on the crowd,
That's how the French Revolution started.
Kings too proud, and people who bowed,
That's never a good tale to get mparted.

An evolution needs a revolution,
A revolution leads to a solution,
People have to follow intuition,
Then it will all come to fruition.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Memoirs of An Amazon

“Try these," she suggested. She held out a pair of simple long gauntlets that were almost as fine as gloves, chain underneath and plate on top. Aurora Rose carefully took off the ones she wore and slipped the others on.
They fit perfectly.
"This is a bit more your style," the blue one said, approaching her with a breastplate that was almost as big as she was. It was curved femininely to fit Aurora Rose's body, but not ridiculously so. A staid design of roses and thorns was inlaid along the sides.
It was sturdy, and 'heavy.'
The princess had to readjust the way she stood to support it while everyone helped buckle it on the back.
"And for the top..." the red one said, looking around.
"Let 'her' choose," the green one suggested gently.
Aurora Rose walked down the aisle slowly, getting used to the weight of the armor. She passed each of the women and then Phillip- dashing in his shining cuirass and silver-white greaves, like a soldier from ancient Rome. Her eyes swept over everything, everywhere, pausing nowhere. Golden helms, intricate onyx headpieces, spiked and dangerous-looking crowns, plated metal turbans.
Finally, she saw what she wanted.
She strode forward and lifted a helmet- one she 'knew' would fit- off the top shelf. A point came down the middle of the forehead to protect her nose- and was also vaguely reminiscent of Maleficent's headpiece. But instead of horns, silver wings swept back over the ears.
With slow, sure movements she put it on.
It 'did' fit.
Perfectly.
She turned around to show the others.
Phillip sucked in his breath.
"You look 'magnificent,' Rose. Like- like an ancient goddess of war."
"Like victory," the green one said softly.”
― Liz Braswell, Once Upon a Dream

“She didn't know much about real princesses except for in fairy tales, and books like #27: Legends from the Time of Knights. Gawain and Roland and his tower and the like. Princesses were often the points on which plots turned, the fulcrum that sped the hero along on his journey of becoming legendary, dead, or both. Sometimes the princesses were good-hearted and the knights fought valiantly for their honor. Sometimes they were evil and used witchy machinations to control the people around them, lacking any real power over their own lives.
But honestly Rapunzel didn't remember a whole lot about either kind. They were boring. She loved the swordsmanship of the knights and did her best to reenact it with broom handles and frying pans, dancing back and forth on her feet to evade imaginary blows.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine