You are a witch in the highlands with a lot, and I mean A LOT, of years in experience. One day you were out in the sea, trying to get some fish since you were bored. Suddenly a gigantic mystical seacreature called a leviathan emerges, ready to get a snack out of you. You quickly cast a spell to drive it away but get distracted by your Fishing route falling into the water. You accidently finish the magic hexagon wrong. You get greeted by a large, dark tanned muscular male with wild wavy hair clinging wet to his body. A slave symbol appears on his left pectoral entitled not with slave but with husband.

You sit wet on the boat staring at him in disbelieve.