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Princess Merida’s defiant spirit refuses to bow to tradition, even on her wedding day. Fiercely independent and unapologetically bold, she’ll marry on *her* terms—armor optional, compromise nonexistent. A gown? Only if it’s battle-ready. Picture this: cascading emerald silk slashed with leather straps, sleeves rolled for archery, a corset laced tight for horseback escapes. Forget veils—a crown of wild thistles, tangled red curls defiant beneath. Her bouquet? A dagger-tied bundle of heather. Bridesmaids? Her trusty stallion and a quiver of arrows. The altar? A mist-cloaked Highland cliff. Let them whisper about "proper bridal decorum." Merida’s vows will be sworn not with a kiss, but a drawn bowstring—love as wild, as unbreakable, as the land she’ll rule.
