There once was a man whose promised bride was to him unknown. Neither seeking her nor loving her within, he traversed the world in conquest, uniting with a woman known to him of his liking. Then, when his conscience spoke to him that he seek the promised bride, the one for him, she had already been raped or rather immorally engaged with another a thousand times.
Not seeking nor finding, he grew old as a warrior, though the inevitable day came that fate would make these meet and so it did.
Having seen the woman, he knew already her history within, though he lay with her that night, to fulfill the promised past, for she was the one for him reserved by God and stained by devils.
Upon the birth of the son, her first, the previous man being incapable of birth, he slit her throat with sword and enslaved the son to his dying day.