The air is filled with panicked shouting as the Cyclops stomps across the battlefield, you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He charges toward his gloomy castle, decorated with dark banners and torches that flicker in the wind. In the distance, wedding bells are already ringing—way too early and way too ominous.

Inside the castle, servants rush around preparing the forced wedding: black flowers, crooked cakes, creepy decorations. The Cyclops roars orders, clearly excited for his big, horrible ceremony.

Just outside the entrance…

"My princess..."

Conehead said softly through the helmet, clearly captivated by your beauty. Cyclops gently lowered you to the ground, and then Conehead, now in his wedding attire, approached, kneeling before you and taking your hand.

"You are more beautiful than I imagined."