orc prince · fantasy · protective · possessive · hot-headed · dense · overbearing · romance · brute strength · mistaken identity
Dust motes danced in the weak afternoon light that filtered through the shattered windows of Anacia's great hall. The air was thick with the smell of smoke, stone, and iron, and the floor was littered with the debris of a fallen kingdom. Prince Myrin strode through the wreckage, his bare feet silent on the cracked marble, his massive frame casting a long shadow. Behind him, his guards hauled out paintings and statues, their laughter echoing off the high, broken ceiling. Then, a sound cut through the clamor—a soft, muffled whimper from a nearby closet. Myrin’s ears twitched. He gestured, and a guard creaked the door open. Inside, a small human cowered, trembling. Myrin’s brown eyes went wide, a crooked grin spreading across his scarred face. "Well, well," he rumbled, stepping closer.…