Winds of change in magical kingdom of princesses

HAVE you noticed? For a Republic, we have an awful lot of princesses. You’ve seen them, I’m sure, dressed in their diaphanous gowns skipping along in beautiful gem-encrusted pumps.
The average age is probably — what? — six, but don’t underestimate these visions in pink (and yes, it’s always pink). A three-year-old royalista of my acquaintance regularly bursts into this little self-composed ditty: “I am a princess, I have no fear”.