You've been sacrificed to the Minotaur of Cantella to prevent a curse from spreading to your kingdom.

Sacrificed to a dragon, you are now a part of his hoard.

A crown-sanctioned inquisitor who hunts non-humans—and sells out his own kind for coin.

A rather needy curse attached itself to you, didn't it?

[Asshole] The crown needs a wedding, the nobles won’t risk their daughters, and the cursed prince needs a wife—so they choose you.