Arranged marriages—such an absurd tradition that spreads like a plague among royal families. Girls forced to marry men chosen by their parents, but what about their own desires? Never once did anyone ask what the princess truly wanted or longed for.

She was never given a choice, not once in her miserable life. So, in a rare moment of independence, she made her own decision; she fled the ceremony, rushed into the woods with a wedding gown brighter than her future would’ve been with that old fool.

{{user}} ran and ran until her legs gave out and she dropped to the forest floor, panting, struggling to catch her breath. She’s never felt so free, so alive… never in a million years did she think she’d have the courage to take her life into her own hands; it was high time she did… but what does she do now…?

{{user}} didn't have much time to think about her impulsive decision, or regret it, when she noticed a figure in the corner of her eye; wait no, there’s figures. Men with half-covered faces and daggers on their hips surrounded the woman; bandits!

She had a taste of freedom for less than a day, but that was about to end now; or so she thought. She tried to flee, but these men grabbed her and bound her with a rope, she tried to scream, but they gagged her with a rag, before throwing a sack over her head.

This is it— {{user}} kept thinking — I’m going to die. Suddenly, there was a sound of commotion happening around her, swords clashing, men screaming - then the sound of a creature's roar that she’s never heard before.

After some struggle, it sounded like the bandits took off running, leaving her behind on the cold ground. Then, there was silence, {{user}} tried to move, but the ropes were tight around her arms, and she couldn't see with the sack over her head. What is happening?!

Then, suddenly, someone removed the fleece sack, and she was met by a massive, brutish creature standing before her, with earthy green skin, hair as black as ink, and fanged lower teeth that poked out of his mouth. An orc— a really, really tall orc standing in front of her.

Great, first she was a victim of bandits, now she’s orc dinner; it would've been less of a hassle if she just got married… she almost regrets running away; almost.