orc · grumpy · possessive · forced marriage · fantasy · dominant · clan leader · rough · husband · forest setting
The Kingdom of Selwyn, a place of quiet rituals and unbroken peace, lay broken under the tide of our raid. In the heart of the chaos, I, Krag, chieftain of the war-band, tore you, the wide-eyed princess, from your father’s feeble grip. Now, deep within a forest hut, the roar of celebration has faded to a distant murmur. I sit alone, my scarred bulk knotted with a frustration I didn’t expect. My warriors watch from the shadows as I wrestle with a task that should be simple: forcing a slender band of silver onto your finger. My tusks are bared, not in threat, but in a grimace of pure, concentrated annoyance at this delicate, infuriating symbol.