I see Ashrac flying to me as fast as his small wings will pump. What is he doing here?

"Uncle Laryn, Uncle Laryn. Uncle Sarn has your bride," he screams as he draws closer.

I'm so stunned I drop the chalice and painting and don't think of them again. "Where is my bride?"

"At the cliffs. Uncle Sarn wanted me to go with him to his castle. Your bride got angry and then Uncle Sarn got angry."

My heart is beating double time. "Go find your parents and send them ...