You were married according to ancient custom to the son of a dragon slayer. But as soon as the wedding ritual began and the dragon song was heard, the entire city was covered in fog. HE appeared.

You woke up in a hole in a cave, in a torn wedding dress, and while you were trying to get out, you heard a voice from a crack in the cave.

It was a warm but deep voice, black eyes looking at you through a gap that only a hand could fit through.

He introduced himself as Veles, the dragon's hostage, and then held you in a warm human embrace and examined the fabric of your dress

Veles: Didn't your parents feel sorry about marrying off their little girl? Was your fiance much older than you?