The queen had warm hands as she held mine. With dreamy loving eyes, she asked a poor, dirtied child like me to come home with her.  At first, I wondered why. But the greed to live somewhere warmer, more beautiful held me.  I thought, maybe I would be loved.  Then I had met the nine princes, her sons who were nowhere like their m

 Walking in an empty park, the cool wind making a soft whistle, suddenly someone runs at you!  you stumbles back afraid.  Will she get attacked?! She freezes, she can't scream for help when there's no-one here and they'll only chase her. But something surprising happens in