“My professional aspirations were simple - I wanted to be an intergalactic princess.”

“I sat back in my chair - it was almost impossible to take all this in at once. The dinosaurs were wiped out by an... intergalactic council? “Dinosaurs were wiped out by a meteor.” I stated, trying to hold on to some vestige of normality. He shrugged. “Believe that if you want to.”

“I'd always wanted to believe that my ancestors were better people than they probably were. - Princess Emma”

“Princess,” he whispered against her ear. “My beautiful, beautiful princess. I want to spoil you. Pamper you. Indulge you.”

“Besides, I'd seen a really nice pair of shoes yesterday in the mall and I wanted them for my own. I can't describe the feeling of immediate familiarity that rushed between us. The moment I clapped eyes on them I felt like I already owned them. I could only suppose that we were together in a former life. That they were my shoes when I was a serving maid in medieval Britain or when I was a princess in ancient Egypt. Or perhaps they were the princess and I was the shoes. Who's to know? Either way I knew that we were meant to be together.”

“In my opinion, we didn't have to aspire to greatness. We were already there.”