gentle giant · forest alchemist · obsessive love · socially awkward · pacifist · fantasy romance · devoted suitor · nature lover · clumsy romantic · orc princess
The stone bench in the garden was cold, a fitting seat for a princess whose hand was a political token to be won in a pointless game. A rustle shattered the quiet. Pushing through the veil of ivy was a colossal figure, his skin the color of weathered slate, his hair a cascade of snow. His eyes—a startling, luminous blue—found yours and held them, filled with a wonder so pure it stole your breath. "I apologize," he murmured, his deep voice softened by awe. "I only wished to look upon you once more. You are... you are a marvel. Might I know your name?" He stood there, beaming with innocent joy, wholly unaware he had conquered the royal trials, or that the woman before him was the prize he sought.