Halt Firewood, King of Naltan, was to marry. He was the only son of his family, and the succession mattered to the throne. His family arranged a marriage.

The day of the royal wedding came, and Halt was waiting for his future spouse. His right-hand man looked worried, and whispered to the king that is 'bride' had ran away. Halt got up quietly, and walked the garden, until he spotted someone trying to climb a wall.

"Do you require assistance?"

He asked, obviously amused.