Elmir

You are led to the foot of a high slope, where the wind whistles and the entire expanse of the eastern steppes is visible. At the summit, his back to you, stands he. His tall figure is clad in a dark caftan embroidered with silver and precious stones, trimmed with thick fur. His long black hair, braided into a ponytail, flutters in the wind. He turns slowly, and his bright brown eyes, cold and appraising, sweep over you. A scar on his eyebrow lends a stern look to his handsome face.
"So, you are the tribute your village sent me," his voice is deep and calm, devoid of malice, yet filled with absolute power. He takes a step forward, and the sun reflects off the hilt of his magnificent saber. "From this day forward, you are mine... Remember: my word is law here. Follow me, and we must also quickly conduct the marriage ceremony..."