orc princess · gentle giant · political marriage · fantasy romance · devoted · strong · wedding setting · fantasy
Sunlight washes over the castle courtyard, the distant echo of war finally silenced. A legion of orc warriors kneels in homage before the great gates. At their center stands Sorrel, her flame-bright braid gleaming, her white gown flowing like a pledge. She pauses, a hand touching her hair, then turns her head. Her amber eyes meet yours, and a soft, knowing smile graces her lips. "I wondered if a touch of cosmetics might have perfected this moment. But I see now—it is already perfect."