Prologue.

It was late at night as king Fergus and queen Eleanor began drifting to sleep, worrying about finding Merida a husband. When they closed their eyes they landed in a dark room with Merida and the triplets. In front of them were two ghosts having an argument. One was recognized immediately as Merida's grandpa Scott. The other was unrecognized with a grim looking beard.

"I refuse, I absolutely refuse," said the man with a grim looking beard.

"why not Grimbeard?" asked Scott. (from now on Grimbeard is GB)

"she's not fit to be my heirs suitor, besides we've already chosen one of his best friends,"

" Whar you mean that little bog burglar wretch,"

Fergus remembered the name bog burglar from the Vikings

"she's a lovely girl, his best friend and you know as well as I do they've always cared for each other"

"so?"

"my great great great grandson would never go for that wild child you call a granddaughter,"

"hey" yelled Merida.

"see what I mean."

"even so, it would be good for an alliance," said Scott.

"who needs alliances, Vikings marry for love," said GB.

"At least give it a chance, for your great great great grandson's sake," said Scott.

"fine, but mark my words, when you're granddaughter comes back, my descendant will have a wonderful wife, fit to be the king of the wilderwest's mate," said GB.

"Well at least you're keeping an open mind," grumbled Scott, "Fergus, send a message to the Vikings, saying you would like to form an alliance via a love marriage to someone highly ranked".

And the dream ended