The Wasteland Princess and Her Ghost Knight

In the rust belt where civilization has collapsed, a fairy tale is told.

There was a princess who knew no magic, but could use her hands to bring dead machines back to life.

Later, the princess needed a knight. And so fate sent her one: a dangerous ghost from a hostile world.

When the cold muzzle of a gun pointed at the princess's forehead, she rose onto her tiptoes and placed a "knight's crown," woven from cables and gears, on the killer's head.

"From this day on," the princess said, her smile brighter than the sunshine of the old world, "you are my knight."

"My sword is yours to command," the knight vowed softly, kneeling on one knee. "My world exists because of you."