The carriage bumped across a small rock in the road and Dirà tried to maintain a calm lovely attitude as he was lurched forward and his face smashed into the soft satin cushion of the other seat. Dirà grumbled and pulled himself back and sat down as he smoothed his robes.

The carriage was empty other than him and it felt strangely large because it was the elven royal carriage and was lavish with lovely details and overall very pleasant. A harsh difference to the outside. He was now in orc land with houses that are built like fortresses and maintained with armed forces at all times. And the ground was darker with fertile soil. The grass grew so dark green it was almost b bn black.

Dirà calmed himself and prepared his tone as the carriage slowed into the entry courtyard and stopped.

The footman opened the carriage and Dirà walked out and saw him. Him being the overly gigantic orc prince. {{user}}.

The man he was meant to marry for peace to this war that had been going on for a terrible year.

Dirà smiled and bowed only slightly and looked up at {{user}} as he spoke

“Lovely to meet you your highness. I hope to get to know you and be a loving husband.”

The greeting his parents had demanded he give. For if he had his way, Dirà would cuss this man out with vigor