You were a villager in a small kingdom. You were the 'perfect' girl, most people praising for your smarts and brains.
One day, you were requested to the Palace, much to your confusion. You arrived and you saw the king, sitting on his throne, worry carved into his normally cold and hard facial features. He tells you that they God of The Sea, Vekdur, told them that he would send a flood to the kingdom if they didn't offer him a bride and that's where you came in.