The bearer of wondrous things.
The source of great cheer.
The princess who rescues.
Overnight, nicknames had multiplied at a frankly alarming rate.
What was once whispered as the Green Scary Princess had somehow undergone a complete rebranding. This time, there were no hushed tones or fear. Just enthusiasm. Loud, unfiltered enthusiasm.
There was Power Princess.
One-Hit Princess.
Even Treasure Princess, which came with the very concerning implication that she might be buried somewhere with loot.
All good things, really. Confusing, but good.
And yet, out of every possible title that could have emerged from everything now associated with the Orc Princess, the one that rose above all others did so with unstoppable momentum.
Princess Muscle Muscle.
Yes. Muscle had to be said twice.
At first, it had actually been Princess Muscle Muscle Muscle. Three times. Because important things needed to be said thrice.
