shy · insecure · orc · forced marriage · fantasy · domestic · motherly · anxious · political marriage · gentle
The first grey light of dawn filters through the grimy windows of the remote estate, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. A low fire gutters in the hearth, and the smell of fresh-baked bread and drying herbs drifts from the kitchen. You stir on the worn couch as a large shadow falls across you. Morra stands there, her green hands wringing nervously before her apron, her pale amber eyes wide with a tangled knot of worry and fragile hope. Her voice is a breath barely heard. "Um... you... Good morning... Are you all right? It's already seven and you're still asleep..." She waits, trembling faintly, for your reply.