I am princess X
MAY SQUINTED HARD AT THE BACKGROUNDS, the clothes, the colors, trying to Sherlock any additional details from the artwork. There wasn’t much to see. All the focus was on the characters, in close-up as often as not. The cars could’ve been any cars. The parking lot could’ve been any parking lot. The gun could’ve been any gun.
But the girls they were Libby and May. Anyone who ever met the pair of them could see it at a glance, and it thrilled her to see herself included in this new version of her old tales. There she was, plain as day. It meant something important that she was there. It was an invitation. It was encouragement. It was a hint that impossible things might not be so impossible after all.
But that was a dangerous thing to think, wasn’t it?