Lets see if you get this one Kathy.
When I was younger - I'm not sure of age - my brother and I were watching a music video. There was a lady dressed all in red. Her eyes were red, her hair was red, her nails were red. She scared the shit out of us.
At night we'd use her to scare each other. She became a hallmark in my childhood, a symbol of something that threatened us both. She's still damn scary. Now she's any lady who ever comes between me and my brother. Who loves us both, who hates us both.
We'd never accept one who's had the other. They are marked, they are red, and they'll never be any other color, never mind princesses. Its a rule bred in brotherhood. Nonetheless they are ladies, and we try to hide the blue paint from them.
