Who is that Mysterious Stranger?

Sarah frowned as well as she looked at him curiously. "I thought that was just a ruse so that you can travel without any problems Draven. I assumed that the end result would always be that we left before having to go through with it. I know you care for me, even love me, but I never truly believed that you really wanted to marry me Draven. After all, at the end of the day, you are already promised to someone else. Undoubtedly you would rather be married to that person than me-"
Draven, uncaring that he was nude, stood up from the bed, frowning fiercely as he walked towards her. Stopping her words before she could continue to speak any more, he grabbed the side of her head and bent his head to hers and kissed her deeply. His hands clenched in her hair, holding her head still as he stepped against her, allowing her to feel his growing shaft press against her midsection. Trailing one hand from her head, he kept the other holding her still so that he could continue kissing her while the one that broke away trailed down her back to cup her backside, pulling her close to him.
Sarah moaned in his mouth as she returned the kiss, she felt his shaft grinding against her while he used their mental connection to speak to her. "Do you have any idea how excited I am to know that you are going to be my wife in truth and not just in name? How long I've waited for this moment with you? I love you Sarah, I've loved you since I first saw you on the deck when I first stepped foot on your ship. Marry me Sarah, today, please. I love you."
Unable to take the truth of his words, as well as the press of his body against hers, Sarah agreed to his proposal. They made love together as if it was the first time they had been together, and afterwards they relaxed in each other's arms. A couple hours pass before they are interrupted by the Women's Council, who had come to help Sarah get dressed and ready for the ceremony.
Draven waited at the village church for Sarah to appear while his family and the members of the village sat in the seats. Musicians gathered at the front of the church, tuning their instruments as everyone began to talk quietly among themselves. A wedding, like any event, was a reason for celebration and several of the women gathered outside for the reception.
Finally, after what felt like several hours, the doors to the front of the church opened and a shape of a woman stood in the sun light. Draven could tell that it was Sarah, even though her body was bathed in shadows. The musician's started playing their instruments in the song of a traditional wedding march and Sarah moved forward. Movement from behind him had him looking behind him and seeing Rose walk to the front of the church, smiling softly down at him before he turned and looked at Sarah once more.
She walked down the aisle slowly, keeping her steps in time to the beat of the music. As she came closer, he could see that she was dressed in a simple white dress. Blue lace iris flowers flowed from her bosom to her feet in twin lines, seemingly sewn into the fabric itself. Under the veil he could see that her hair had been styled and parted so that her scarred side was hidden from view from the crowd that had gathered so that her unmarred face was visible only.
When Rose performed the ceremony and told Draven that he could kiss his wife, he lifted the veil and the mass of gasps from those gathered. A face that had been completely covered during her stay there, was visible for all to see. A beauty that had been unseen for several years shone as brightly as her love for the man standing in front of her. Draven, who had seen Sarah's face several times while they were alone, smiled softly and bent down, pressing his lips to hers softly and sealing the marriage ceremony in the traditional manner.
A great cheer rose from the village people as they parted and Rose introduced them as husband and wife. Draven took Sarah's hand and placed it on his elbow as he escorted her back down the aisle. They walked out of the church and were showered by seeds. They continued their march to the reception area where the food and dancing were already starting.
The party continued for several hours, and as the sun began slipping towards the horizon Draven and Sarah left the village. They had taken the horses out of the stables and loaded the saddle-bags with their belongings. They left as every person in the village that was able followed them out of the borders at the edge of the settlement. Sarah, still dressed in her wedding finery, rode side-saddle on her horse, smiling broadly and laughing happily as they rode out together. Neither one of them, nor did the village-folk, notice that a lone rider followed them as they left, the figure dressed in dark clothing and a hood hiding the identity of the rider.