Once they reached the palace, Ingrid was brought straight to the King’s private chambers. She trudged in and was enraptured by the sheer opulence of the room, momentarily forgetting that her fate. Having lived in a dilapidated old cottage for so long, Ingrid had forgotten what it felt like to be in luxurious surroundings for a change. There were heavy drapes hanging over the tall windows and soft silky carpeting caressed her worn-out soles. It took her breath away.
"Ah, you must be the girl," an arrogant-sounding voice declared. "The girl who spins straw into pure gold."
Ingrid looked up to see His Majesty the King standing right before her. It was her first time meeting the King and she had no idea what she was supposed to do. After a moment of contemplation, she decided not to do anything at all. After all, she would soon be scheduled to die once the King found she was a fraud.
"Little girl, you are about to make me the richest man alive!"
Ingrid shuddered at the King’s evil laugh. She wondered if she should tell him that she had never even seen a spinning wheel in all her life, much less use one to turn straw into gold. And as far as her magical talents were concerned, the only thing she could do was whistle every note to Yankee Doodle through alternate nostrils. Somehow, she had the feeling that wasn’t the sort of talent the King was looking for.
"Uh, Your Majesty…I have a confession to make."