There was a flash of light around the heirs, and then Breagadoir found himself
somewhere...new.
"Wha...where am I?" he asked no one in particular.
"Moonlight Falls," came a familiar voice.
Handmaiden equals Watcher, he thought to himself. "Umm, yes, that's what happens in the morning, but where am I?" the foggy-headed elf said.
"No, the name of this
place is Moonlight Falls, idiot!"
"Hello, beautiful, it's so cute when you get all emotional," he said with a grin.
"You have lots of work ahead of you, such as building a small fortune," she said, glaring as only a jaded lover can.
"Money can always be married," he replied flippantly. "I just need to find an heiress or a widow."
"Heiresses happen to be in short supply in the Falls and good luck finding wealthy widows."
"No matter," he said. "Widows can always be created." She decided a change in subject was in order.
"Shouldn't you start building yourself a house, former prince?" she asked, with wicked glee.
"Nah, that's what hired labor is for. I'm going to go check out town."
In no time at all, Breagadoir had started infiltrating Moonlight Falls' culture.
"Hi, random teen. Who are the wealthiest families in town?"
"The Crumplebottom sisters are rather well off. The Ivy family is sitting on a load of cash as well. That's their youngest kid over there."
"Thanks," he said, "and stay in school...or something..."
"Hey, mister! Wanna buy a baked good?" asked the Ivy child.
"Maybe later. What's your name, kid?"
"Peanut Ivy, sir."
"Someone named you that on purpose?" asked the incredulous elf.
"Yep," said Peanut with a smile.
"I'm going to avoid mocking you as it seems your parents beat me to it."
The elven prince intended to do research about Moonlight Falls' residents at the library, but got distracted when he found one of his favorite periodicals: The Gothic Legacy.
"...skipping ahead to issue 62, that's when things really get going..." he said aloud.
"What's so important about issue 62?" asked his Watcher, a bit dismayed by his reading choice.
"It's not
what, it's
who," he answered, as if that would make any sense to her.
He furthered his research into the wealthiest targets in town by stopping by the consignment store. "Hi, consignment store worker."
"Hello, handsome green fellow."
"So, if I were to marry a wealthy woman for her money, who would be a good target?" he asked.
"That plan is AWESOME!" she replied, revealing her evil trait.
After collecting a few suggestions from her, he set off for his first target: the Crumplebottoms.
The first Crumplebottom he met was the youngest sister, Bianca. They hit it off nicely. They became fast friends and she agreed when Breagadoir asked to stay the night. After all, his house is still under construction.
Her sisters were not quite so pleased to have this evil elf in their home.
Breagadoir heckled Beatrice for her actions, but then decided to leave.
"Aww, did the little magic girl hurt the poor, spoiled prince?" asked a taunting Watcher.
"No," replied Breagadoir with a wicked grin. "My retaliation
could be swift and violent, but I'm going to make it slow and agonizing instead. I'm going to be here for a while. Having an arch rival will make things more...enjoyable."