Your village resided on a mountain within control of a god of bloodshed and war. The village of Oaksweld kept the god Valherta at bay by offering sacrifices. And tonight, you had been choosen. A sacrificial bride to keep Valherta away for longer then previous sacrifices. You were in sparkling clothes with jingly bells and your hands were bound. You were left out in the woods at midnight during a new moon, tied to a tree. Gods help you.

(The term bride is used gender neutrally!)