Millers Daughter

When the girl was brought to him he led her into a room that was entirely filled with straw. Giving her a spinning wheel and a reel, he said, “Get to work now. Spin all night, and if by morning you have not spun this straw into gold, then you will have to die.” Then he himself locked the room, and she was there all alone. — "Rumpelstiltskin", Brothers Grimm.

I drew this for my friend Lady, because Rumpelstiltskin is her favourite fairy tale. Man, we eat that shit up like it’s the candy cottage. Fairy tales are beast, ok. If you’re not familiar with them, start. This one’s twisted a little to a darker tale of my liking, but this took me like three to four hours all up. Hope she likes it. :3