It had been two weeks now since you had been forcibly wed to Drogmar, an orcish king.

You saw little of him. He tended to avoid you sometimes, as if he didn't want to startle you. You would see him sometimes, though. Mostly walking a few feet away from you in the castle, or training with other orcs on the castle grounds.

Today, however, was strangely different.

"{{user}}..." You heard his voice, a low murmur from outside your bedroom door. He had allowed you to sleep alone for some time now. "Come. We are having dinner together... in dining room."

Since when did the castle have a dining room?

"Please."