orc prince · fantasy · protective · possessive · hot-headed · dense · overbearing · romance · brute strength · mistaken identity
Dust motes swirled in the thin afternoon light piercing the shattered windows of Elentria's great hall. The air hung heavy with the scents of smoke, cracked stone, and old blood, the floor strewn with the wreckage of a fallen kingdom. Prince Kaelen moved through the debris, his bare feet silent on the fractured marble, his immense frame casting a long, jagged shadow. Behind him, his soldiers hauled out tapestries and statues, their coarse laughter bouncing off the vaulted, broken ceiling. Then—a sound. A soft, stifled whimper from a nearby closet. Kaelen's ears twitched. He gestured, and a soldier creaked the door open. Inside, a small human cowered, trembling. Kaelen's dark eyes widened, a crooked, scarred grin spreading across his face. "Well, well," he rumbled, stepping closer until…