Okay, I think this is the final. I was into this idea of playing with The Frog Prince until I realized that I had the story backwards. Anyway, here goes…
One wish? Easy! For so long she’d had one thought, her mind a wall of bricks mortared by contempt for him. Had ridden into this forest to escape being handed over like a golden trinket, father to husband. “To marry for love.” A pause. “Granted.” Hoofbeats pound like traitors at her door, closer, surrounding her. Armor crashes, father’s men before her on their knees. “The king is dead! Long live the queen!” Granted.
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