Welcome to the Dead Fathers club
Of little princess who are no longer little
And not so "princess after all"
Who have to fend for themselves.
Here's to the Queen mothers who are both royal and royally fatigued
To the vanished prince charming, who never becomes the knight in shining armour
To the cinder maid who rises above her station and to the doorman who is overlooked
for the swarthy court jester.
To the little girls who will never be innocent ever again
To the women who have to fight their own battles
And the mothers who wish for a kind hearted man to sweep their daughters off their feet
Here's to the Briennes of the world, that they may become the Polgara's, and even to the Melissandres and the Cersei's
the women who have made the best of their circumstances and have become the products of their lives.
May we all one day be the Mulan's and the Merida's - write our own future and find love in our own due course.