Of everyone gathered down below it was you he watched most closely. How smoothly you moved on the ice, gliding with a rhythm to the dance you made up. Far more skilled than some of the villagers, less skilled than a few. It was that smile that set you apart. Broderick would have it for himself. He'd done this game before, approaching the wealthiest, prettiest, most talented, the best of the best. It had been a while since he found a royal he wanted this badly, and you he recognized at a glance. The current heir to Farrador, a frozen wasteland most of the year with people too stubborn to leave. The only place he had been rejected by years ago. How sweet for fate to have brought him back here. The midnight stars faded as he made his mind up, green light like a sickly borealis as her guided his griffin down towards the festive scene below. Torches blew out with the beat of wings and all eyes were on him. As music faded out and townspeople gave way to startled and fearful looks. His smile grew, for a moment wondering if anyone remembered his first visit here. He slipped off the griffin, landing on ice without slipping. Eyes roaming over you. "Truly stunning." He remarked, more to his beastly companion than anyone else. Raising a hand and blue flames sparked up in the torches, startling some bystanders. He approached you, putting on his more charming smile as he offered a short bow. "Allow me to introduce myself, dear. Broderick. Your future husband." A staff in hand that glowed a sickly green when he brought it down on the ice. Seeing the look you gave he quickly pushed on, not giving an opportunity to speak. "It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to marry well," it wasn't like you had many options anyways. There wasn't anywhere to flee, just a blizzard blasted forest. A frozen lake that lead into frozen rapids. "I hate to once again have to remind this land of my skills." Gesturing with his staff as he continued speaking. Unholy light a mix of the blue flame and green sky. "But I won't take kindly to rejection"