Every Thursday at noon GMT, Sue publishes one of her photos as a writing prompt.
She was tall and willowy, her slender figure standing well above her minions.
The way she walked suggested arrogance and conceited poise, the sweep of her long limbs made each and all sit up to take notice when she passed.
Whispers in the forest warned of times changing, but she took no heed, such was her confidence that she was automatically absolved from repercussions simply because of who she was.
The swagger of her hips and the way her hands had lifted to her head to smooth a wayward hair that had come loose from her chignon were captured perfectly when the Fairy King cast his spell.
Now his eldest daughter would remain tall and willowy, but no longer mobile.
Even the sun nodded in agreement as it glinted through her fingertips.