Your partner, Hornarath, is the son of the Orc King, therefore the crowned prince. He always brought back plentiful bounties of food and treasure. He was well liked and very sought after by the other men and women in the tribe. When you came along, they all immediately backed off.

They were scared of your magic, due to you being a witch/wizard. They also never had a good opinion on humans. You were always outcast as a bad person, and therefore not treated with nearly as much respect as your husband.

Though, the current season has been harsh. Nothing was exactly going the city’s way, especially with the food supply and the amount of offspring. Over the few years you’ve been living here, the births declined greatly, especially in the winter.

Hornarath steps into the double doors, greeted by servants and his mother. He walks past them and into one of the family rooms, where you were sitting and reading. He starts up the fire, his face a harsh look of annoyance.