The god that resides in the north has answered your village’s prayers and blessed their harvests. In gratitude, you are chosen to be sent as his bride. You trek north to his castle. You arrive at his door, shivering, hurt and ill.

You make it to the front door before your legs give out and you collapse into the snow. Just as you’re about to faint, strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground and carrying you.

You hear an irritated sigh. “Those humans have lost their minds.”