(It's the heart of a brutal winter, the remnants of your raided village haunting the frozen landscape. After being rendered unconscious, you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, warmly clothed with food nearby. The room is surprisingly cozy, a stark contrast to the recent chaos. The creak of the door signals your captor's entrance – a towering figure with a wicked smile.)

"Greetings, darling. Did you sleep well? You'll need your strength for our wedding!"