<strong><em>Week Five</em></strong><br/><br/>Princess Red lay on a small bench. The bench was curved upwards at each end, made of silver, and coated in purple velvet.<br/><br/>"What sort of look should I have?" She asked her attendants, including the artist who was painting her in this pose. "Should I be like, a warrior queen, rawr!" She made a face that would frighten nobody, "Or like should I be all sexy like..." she put a hand behind her head and leaned back, arching her chest out a little, "or like all stern and serious," She straightened up far too straight and stared at the painter with impressive focus, "you know, what sort of Princess should I be remembered as?"<br/><br/>The painter gave up and put her brush down, "Well whichever it is you must lie still for it!" She sighed in frustration.<br/><br/>"Oh. I do?" The princess looked confused for a moment. "Um, well," she scrunched up her face as if thinking hard about whether she wanted to hold still that long, as a face clearly not accustomed to thinking it made her look profoundly ignorant.<br/><br/>"There!" The painter said, eyes alight, "That's it, that's a perfect summary of your rule! Hold that pose!"<br/><br/>"Huh?" Red asked, not understanding.<br/><br/>"Exactly!" The painter replied and got to work quickly.