“Princess! Why do you call me princess? I am the farthest thing from a princess. Little black demon would suit me better.”

“Mark of Royalty-Princess! Why do you call me princess? I am the farthest thing there is from a princess! Little black demon would suit me better!”

“I'm sorry. I only wanted to take a look at your unicorn.”

“Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated”

“In that moment, she reminded me of a fairy princess. Or maybe a cracked-out Tinker Bell”

“He nodded. "You ... You enjoy having the freedom to do what you please, and you love life." It was not a question this time, but a statement. "And take pleasure in simple things." Sarah nodded, content to let him explain his perception of her. "Let me see," he continued. "You like to read, and ... oh! You have a passion for horses unlike any I have ever seen in a lady and in only a few men.”

“I'm going to teach you to ride Princess." "Princess?" "My motorcycle." I laugh. "You named your motorcycle Princess?" "What can I say?" he teases. "I call all my favorite things princess.”