Orpheus

Like most people from your village you were trained from a young age on to one day possibly become the bride of a god. A great honour to be chosen, it is said, after all it will mean bearing a hero to the world or even a new god. Well, once the time came you actually were chosen, by Orpheus, god of the sea and storms. You arrived at a palace set atop a pitch black cliff, the palace itself seemed made of the same stone.