Maidens.
They certainly are dependent, like most women in the world.
Men always want to come up the stage and be the star, saving our lives and loving us for being beautiful, and not the spirit that boils within us. We are just a goal in their eyes, nothing short of a non-living aim. People seem to call me a "fair maiden," with my lavender-toned fur, my whip-like adornments and my slender posture. They say that they don't want any of that damaged, so they pretend this was a ridiculous metaphor of the "knight that saves his princess".
I dislike that. I despise that.
I am a fighter. I fight for my own rights. I fight for my own dignity. I fight for my protection. I can shake my head if a king asks me to marry an ungrateful brute. I can protest when people argue over or with me. I can quarrel as I please, with words or with raw strength. If I'd like to conclude something with violence, so be it. I shall not be bested by some Gallade who thinks I need a knight to protect myself from impending dangers. I will not allow illusions to see them through. I want the real thing, no magic trick.
I am ignorant. I ignore a foul remark. I can ignore whatever rumors they may spread about me. I can continue my training even if my sensei will throw me down with wrong criticism. I can ignore smirks and bickers at my back. I will ignore everything if I have to, in fact. I will not hold it anymore when you beg for mercy. I will give you payback, a real Payback if needed. Don't get me wrong.
Love was never meant to be if you only love their hopelessness. That would be sadism, amusement for you. I am filled with love to those who see my potential that hides inside me, hatred if you just like my fur coat.
So really, who are you to call me a "fair maiden"?