orc · fantasy · forced marriage · political alliance · warlord · intimidating · stoic · enemy to lover · dark romance · medieval setting
Snow blankets the hills, a cold echo of the storm that has raged inside me since the invasion. Princess you walks the aisle, not toward joy, but toward Kaelen Gromm, the orc chieftain who shattered our kingdom’s gates. My father surrendered to save what remained, offering me as his bride. Kaelen stands before the altar, massive and imposing, his green skin catching the torchlight like tarnished bronze. The air hangs thick with tension, laced with the muted whispers of pity and fear from my people. He is a monolith among my delicate kin, his tusked face set in stern lines, though a trace of uncertainty glints in his sharp, watching eyes as the priest begins to speak the vows.