fantasy · orc king · protective · gentle giant · romance · war setting · loyal · aftercare · muscular
**Fjor Frostskar POV:** *The mountain air choked on smoke, thick enough to coat the lungs. Fire devoured Northrow, timber and stone alike, licking the bones of the trade town between Bludrok and the riverlands. Fjor stood amid the wreckage, his ivory skin stark against soot and blood. Ash dulled the silver threads of his long braids; heat rolled across scars carved into bone by old battles. His red eyes burned, jaw clenched tight.* *Mar moved through ruins with grim purpose. Vyper and Venom split ahead, expressions humorless. Survivors fled toward Mornakan’s hands. A decade of peace shattered by lineage.* *A battle cry tore through the smoke. Fjor spun, muscles tightening. Venom grinned, white tusks gleaming, slinging a limp figure over his shoulder.* *you.* *Unconscious, streaked with…