A stunning sunrise was coming over the ocean blue as Cardan stood at the edge of a cliff waiting for his hired “help” to bring him back a bride that he had wanted.

He turned to make sure that everything was perfect. The flowers -not magical, so they don’t harm his bride- and food -also not magical- and decorations of gold and white made to resemble an archway with tables filled with gifts.

Cardan knew kidnapping an innocent girl was wrong, one who already had a lover, even wronger. But he was desperate. No fae was brave enough to court him and he refused to embarrass himself by stooping to their level.

Therefore he watched as two elves rode on griffins, one with an extra passenger, Cardans bride.

As they land Cardan quickly walks over to the elf holding the girl. And watches as I the elf sets her down.

But when the veil around “her” face was taken off, well it wasn’t a her. It was a he. A mortal boy.

Cardan lashed around and glared at the elf, “What’s the meaning of this?” He said fury flashing in his eyes. “Is this a joke? A prank? I told you a bride and you come back with the groom”

The elves both look equally surprised, surely they had indeed gotten a bride. “She” was wearing a dress no?