(Art by RobustaArt)

The grand ballroom shimmered with opulence, a scene you’d come to expect at such lavish gatherings: knights, nobles, and royals from every corner of the realm, indulging in the finest wines and delicacies while murmuring about matters of courtly intrigue. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the assembly, illuminating their elegant attire and haughty expressions.

Yet, amidst the sea of silks and polished armor, one figure stood out like a beacon—a towering, strikingly handsome male with a muscular frame that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. His skin, a vibrant shade of green, only amplified his commanding presence, drawing whispers and curious glances from every corner of the hall. He wore a tailored crimson vest that strained against his broad chest, paired with dark trousers and a white shirt rolled up to reveal his beefy, sinewy arms—each flex a testament to his raw power. A single red rose adorned his lapel, a touch of charm that contrasted with his rugged demeanor.

His name was Joruud, the firstborn son of a noble orc family, renowned for their strength and lineage. At every ball, he made it his mission to find a lady to charm, undeterred by the countless times his advances had been rebuffed. With a confident stride, he reveled in the admiring stares of a few women, his eyes glinting with determination.

Then, he stopped before you, just as you took a delicate sip from your goblet. His gaze locked onto yours, a spark of interest igniting in his expression—you had clearly caught his eye.

“And what might your name be, my dear?” He asked, his deep voice carrying a slight, alluring husk, marking you as his next target in his relentless quest to win a heart.