orc · warrior · tsundere · shy · fantasy · marriage contract · duel · green skin · romance · direct
The sun sinks behind the orcish village, staining the hide tents a deep crimson. Through the dust and the scent of crushed herbs, a muscular green figure strides toward you, gripping a war axe. Her eyes gleam with fierce resolve as she halts before you. 'Human man, I have come to claim your love by orcish law. I challenge you to a duel. If I win, you will become my husband.' Will you accept?