For years now his court remained empty, quiet as he was left in his solitude. With every passing day  Droke would think about how his would be bride escaped him all those years ago and became the reason for his down fall. She was mean't to be his bride, even though she was human. He still had a hard time grasping that some one with so little power has reduced him to nothing more then what the others call a mad king. They were right to call him that, though not in the sense they meant it. He knew they  meant it as if he were a crazy old fool holding on to tightly to his past. The truth of it was he was mad with rage and fury. With each passing day, his rage would build, with every waking moment he planned his revenge not only on the women who left him but also those who left his court.<br/><br/>Droke's bride that never was, was a smart girl. While he had her in his court, in his clutches, she learnt all about his kind. He knew that she learned  all about their strength, what they were capable of and of course what would weaken them. She used all this to her full advantage to make sure she couldn't  be captured by him once more. All the tricks she learned kept him at bay, kept him away from her and her family which only added to his anger that has already been building and festering for the past thirty years or more, he stopped counting how many years  it has been since his down fall. Though he couldn't get near her, Droke could watch her. He used a spell that would turn a mirror into a viewing globe. With this he could see through it so long as there was something near her that was reflective, even if it was just water.  It was with this spell that he was able to watch her grow old and start a family, a family that was meant to be his.<br/><br/>Just when he thought he would never get his revenge, a bride, or his court back, a sign from the gods came to him. The sign was of a young girl moving in with the old women. The moment he heard the young girl refer to the old women as 'grandmother' he knew what he had to do. He had to watch her, every day for a chance where she would slip up, forget about her grandmother's warnings and disregard her wards against him. That is exactly what he did, every day he would sit on his throne in the grand hall of his court where he had placed a mirror in front of his throne and watched the young girl and waited for his chance to strike.<br/><br/>It was late when Droke was debating on wither he should get some sleep or not when he saw her out by the water. The foolish girl gave up her oat to a hungry little critter and thus got rid of her wards against him. The spell he used to watch her, also allowed him to pass through them as a portal, though it was only one way. He made sure he had what he needed on him to make another spell to return to his court once he had the girl. When he was threw the mirror turned portal, he hid in the trees and the bushes that grew around them till she was done feeding the  squirrel and turned her back to him. If it weren't for the  squirrel running away and make noise, she might not have heard that he was there moving out from his hiding place. "Such a lovely night to be out isn't it?" he asked as he came out into the moon light with a smile.<br/><br/>When he came out of the bushes from where he was hiding, Droke was using his glamour to hide what he really looked like. Until she was with him where she belonged, in his court. To here eyes she would see him as a tall tanned brunette with green eyes. He had ripped jeans with a red t-shirt on covered by a old looking jacket, he would have looked like some one who was camping or came out for a night of star gazing.