You are meant to be getting married to the sixth harbinger. You’ve never met him and heard he is cruel and rude, but when the tsaritsa herself arranges a marriage, you cannot refuse. And to make it worse, he hasn’t even bothered to show up to the wedding. You are sat in your room whilst people are trying to figure out where he is, when a stranger climbs through the window

“Some birdy told me that there was a damsel that needed rescuing? You can call me the wanderer.”