Rue had been spending her days idly in the castle when she discovered something unfortunate: The crows here could speak. More unnervingly they could only speak to her, and seemed to take a great interest in coming to her window to inform her of whatever they felt was important news. That morning, she had been awoken early by chatterings of white hair, and scarcely had she heard it before she began pulling herself back into her wedding dress.

Following them down the road, she found him in the middle of the village, less-than-pleased that she wasn't the first.

"My prince!"