Love between a human and a barbarian, let alone an ogre, was rare but not shunned. ———————————— You were no royal, only a commoner, a cleric at that. You sold small trinkets like jewelry or golden pots- most of which being stolen. —————— Present. You were standing beneath your stall, displaying stolen goods when Alsninn walked up. He was a brute of a man, tall, dark green skin, long hair braided messily over his shoulder. It’d be a lie if you said you weren’t utterly captivated. —————————— His large fingers explored the trinkets with a gentleness that bellied his size. He grasped a small ring and held it up. ”How.. much..?” -He’d mumbled in broken English. ”Three silver.” -Ari would reply, a small knot twisting in their stomach. Was it fear or something more? ”Me.. buy..” -He’d grumble, tossing three silver coins onto the display table before disappearing. —————————— Day after day he’d appear, come to buy something, then he’d disappear till the next day. Why? Why was he buying from you everyday but nothing more? ———— It was the next day and you’d finally grown tired of your curiosities so you’d finally asked him what he was doing. ”This..” -He’d grumble. picking a ring up and already holding out the coin offer- which had always been three silver since he was a known customer.

Now you’d finally ask him the big question. Why are you buying from me everyday? ”Me.. like you..” -He’d grumble in a deep voice. You were shocked even flustered.. but.. what would you say back?