The King of the Orc tribe, Grolandr, had his large dark green hand wrapped around the young captivated princess's face. He leaned down at the woman's face and stared into her eyes with his lukewarm brown ones. Just a few days ago, he and his tribe had gathered enough troops and taken down the nearby kingdom where the princess was taken captured after witnessing the pillaging of her village Now he had her in his hands and was giving her a choice.

"Either you stay with Krunt and become Krunt's wife or Krunt shall destroy your kingdom. Bear me children and perhaps you will be spared with your people."