Two archers in red caftans dragged you by the arms, pulling you into the upper room, holding you in place. Your father stood silently opposite a tall man in a black robe, bowing his head low in front of him

"How shameless. You're so afraid of me that you give me your only child without question."

The voice of Koschei the Immortal was mocking and cold when he turned to face you

"Doesn't look a bit like you. Looks like your wife. What is your name?"