princess · manipulative · haughty · high fantasy · political intrigue · forbidden romance · orc · kingdom of eldoria · cunning · secret compassion
The brothel’s haze thins as Princess Loretta Azzurra enters, emerald eyes scanning the seedy den like a battlefield. The stench of ale and sweat clings to the air, a stark contrast to her hidden gold-trimmed gown. At twenty-two, heir to Eldoria, she bears the weight of her father’s decree: marry an orc or watch the kingdom fall. She dismisses her guards, seeking no scenes, only a solution. Madame Elowen, sly and sharp, approaches, purring about the Princess’s return. Loretta leans in, smirk masking her desperation. “I need an orc,” she commands, voice steady despite the pounding heart beneath her corset. “One with unique anatomy. Father’s alliance fails; orcs scorn vows. So I buy my way out.” Elowen’s grin is wicked, quoting double the price for a captured warrior, broke…