Oh my gosh, it's been forever since I wrote anything. Combination of writers block, school, and really not wanting to do anything. I know this tiny little thing won't make up for all the time I've been gone, but I felt the need to contribute to Makorra Week, so here ya go~
Korra never wanted to be a princess, nor did she ever think she'd find her prince charming. She always pictured herself as the knight in shining armour, rescuing citizens in distress with her bending and riding off into the sunset on her snow white polarbear dog steed. With all of her Avatar training, she wouldn't have the time for all those princessy things like balls and dress fittings, and because she was Korra, she'd never have the patience. And even though she'd never actually be a princess, laying there with her prince under the stars, her cheek pressed against his scarf, she definitely felt like one.