Lord Barrons

The Wood Elves throw a Midsummer's Ball where the most lovely in the land will be proclaimed and the winner will receive a treasure of incalculable worth, a diadem of pure magic woven into silver and gold. Who so ever wears the crown will be hailed by all as the fairest, Bretonnia of course is invited and they send their best Damsels.
La Folie, the armies of Tzneech and Slaanesh combined wish nothing more than to be seen as the mad beauties that they are; they send their envoy of whom they consider the most precious of of looks a treasure above all; a massive mutant slathering grotesque... Meanwhile, Lord Barrons von Carstein schemes upon that diadem... Not only is it clearly an incalculable warpstone that can be used, but his Bride will be firmly ensconced into the courts of both Lorren AND Bretonnia for which he can manipulate the downfall of both and bring an eternal Night to all! Paradise lit with the cold glow of warpstone set into the undying hair of his Lady Love!