A/N: Based upon a form of tale that includes the Scandinavian 'Prince Lindworm' story, albeit gender-swapped here.
Wyrm Princess
Once, far away, there was a woman of no children. In order to have an heir, she sought out the strongest spells she could find; and the strongest of all came from a dragon.
In time she became pregnant, and gave birth to a daughter; but the daughter was a terrible twisted thing, of appearance akin to the wyrms. The wyrm-child's mother knew she would have no other children, and so she raised the girl as a princess of her House regardless, and kept her from sight.
The wyrm princess grew to adulthood in the normal span of years, but all efforts to change her to a proper drow-maid were in vain. Not by plea or by prayer could her dreadful glowing eyes be dimmed, nor her claws be blunted, nor her scales soften.
In time, she decided that she desired a consort. Her mother advised her to buy one, but she said she'd have one choose her or none at all, for any man who flinched before her she would devour.
And so she set out, searching for a consort. Many men seeking higher status approached her upon hearing the tale, but all flinched at the last, and so all were torn apart and eaten.
It so happened that a fine young warrior with white-gold hair had heard of the wyrm princess, and he vowed to raise himself in the world thus. Cleverer than those who had come before, he gathered together precious goods and took them to the dragon whose spells had engendered the princess.
Its greed appeased by the new treasures, the dragon gave him an enchanted ring and instructed him upon what to do; for all his courage, after all, he feared that the wyrm princess's claws would tear him apart if he went to her.
The warrior of the white-gold hair donned every bit of clothing that he could find, layer upon layer, and then met with the wyrm princess,
"Lady," he said, "I know what you seek and I would serve you as your consort."
He held his ground as the wyrm princess drew closer, and slipped the ring onto one of her dreadful clawed fingers.
"Take off those clothes," she demanded of him.
"Lady, I will, if you but take off a skin for each." Upon getting her agreement, he removed the outermost robe of his many pieces of clothing, and the wyrm princess likewise removed a layer of her scaled skin.
Layer after layer came off, until at last as he took off the last of his clothing she stood before him, bare and slim and lovely. The ring tightened on her finger to fit close to her new form, and the warrior drew her close and kissed her and knew that the curse was broken.
She took him away, then, and he served as a loyal and favoured consort to her for many years.