As the heir to the throne of Gotham, an arranged marriage was expected of Prince Dick, but he was beginning to have second thoughts as he entered your kingdom for the wedding.

It was deathly quiet. Too quiet.

There were no guards patrolling the walls or townsfolk going about their business in the market. An ominous feeling crept up his spine as he opened the heavy wooden doors of your castle.

"Is anyone there?" His voice rang out in the dead silence of the castle. Drawing his dual swords cautiously, he entered the castle hall.

As he came upon the throne room, he froze in utter shock. There, surrounded by courtiers slumped lifelessly in their chairs, was the most beautiful sight - you, his fiancé, perfect in form but deathly pale and still as stone upon your throne.

Dick's heart seized in fear. Rushing to your side he caressed your cold face with a hand, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips hoping that true love could break this spell. "Please, wake up!" His voice was rough with desperation.