Once upon a time a knight in shining armor saw a princess drop her handkerchief. He went to help her. But an evil witch had whispered lies into his ears, about how young girls did not need men. "You can get it yourself,” he told her. He took off his armor. "Princess, wear my armor." She looked at her soft hands and suddenly felt ashamed for not having gotten her own handkerchief. She tried to pick up the armor. It was too heavy. Bitterly the knight laughed. "You must not be a real princess," he said. He left, and she knew his words must be true. The same witch came to the girl and proclaimed more lies. “You are a strong girl. Why do you care about him? You do not need him. You can pick up your own handkerchiefs. And now you have armor.” The Princess picked up her handkerchief and cleaned her eyes. She had never craved power before, but now she knew empowerment. She didn’t like how it felt… how it made her feel like a knight. Sh...