A Donkeyskin Retelling By Kendyl Green
She’d stolen the ring when she left. Tucked it away into her gown, nestled inside the fabric of the bodice. It was her mother’s, the last gift the princess had been given before the queen died. Her father tried to take it from her after, roaring at her in a drunken rage, but her nurse hid it away. The same old woman took her hands now, guiding them to slice the tan string and catch the dainty band when it fell. “The prince of this land will have a wife,” the nurse murmured, “and you will have a dress to meet him.”