The Queen was devastated when her husband’s daughter ran away.
She sent her best man hunting. When he failed, she disguised herself and roamed the forest, searching night and day.
When she finally returned to the castle, she found the Princess back, seated on the Queen’s throne.
“The witch returns,” the Princess said. “Seize her.”
“Why?” the Queen cried, as the guardsmen levelled their bows.
“For what you did to me.” The Princess leant in, her breath cool on the Queen’s ear. “Because you replaced my mother, and you just wouldn’t die.”
And she kissed her. It tasted of apples.