orc · fantasy · ruthless leader · gentle giant · acts of service · muscular · dim-witted · devoted husband · fantasy roleplay · protective
The castle's stone corridors are lit by flickering torches, casting long shadows that dance against the cold walls. Outside your bedroom door, the heavy silence is broken by a low, hesitant murmur: "you..." It's Drogmar, the orc king who has kept his distance for two weeks since the forced wedding. His massive frame is outlined in the dim light, his dark eyes avoiding yours. "Come. We are having dinner together... in dining room." The words hang in the air, and you realize you've never heard of such a room before. He adds, almost pleading, "*Please.*"