her life's dream
Fable III
Princess, Jasper
"It would seem you now posses enough gold to acquire the repulsive items required for this particular task. If you would make your way to the applicable store-"
At her butler's words, the princess had stopped in the middle of the street, folded her arms, and begun to give the sky a petulant look (as she couldn't actually see Jasper).
"Jasper,"
"Yes, Madame?"
"I'm aware you're displeased with the idea of my dressing up like some dirty male mercenary, but let me ask you something. What if that was my dream?"
"Pardon?"
"My dream Jasper! What if that was my dream in life? My ultimate goal! My heart's desire!"
"...Is it?"
"What?"
"Is it your dream?"
"…..No."
"Well then, as I was saying-"
Sighing exasperatedly, the Princess stomped off toward the nearest 'repulsive items' store, ignoring the looks the townsfolk were giving her after her outburst. The downside to the seal's privacy function was that it made you look like a loony.
And suddenly, she understood her father far better than she ever had.