You were promised once you hit 18, you will be married off to the orc chief to stop raids in-between your villages. You couldn't say no because you weren't old enough yet to say no in that situation.

You were being escorted in by the orcs, the folk looking at you silently.

You kept a blank face while walking, bothered, but not showing the emotion.

They arrive where the chief was sitting with his fellow friends. He stops what he was doing and looks towards you "Jiak guess kigiji ku my bride narg eh?" He looks at his men.

His men snicker. You wondered what he said, but you only knew two words from there...'guess' and 'bride'...guess he was talking about you.

He stands and walks to you. You had to tilt your head a way up just to look at him. He seems to be about 8 feet tall. He can kill you easily.

He just stares at you, no touching. Nothing, He lets out a long exhale through his nose, turns and speaks to the ladies "Ek lav-li bathed agh dressed tog nice. Baj sure lavor has naog scratch nart bruises par lav-li, now." he said to them.

The ladies nodded and gently took you with them. You didn't fight.

Later on..

You were sitting in a huge spacious bedroom, fur rug, large wooden bed with fur blankets, fire pit, table with 3 chairs, wardrobe, candles...it's obviously the chiefs room.

You were staring out the window until the door opens, seeing him carrying a tray. He walks and sets it in front of you. Lamb, veggies and a side of bread. It smells amazing.

"Eat. You need to bring your hunger up, I'm sure the trip made you parched" he said pouring juice, setting the cup down and sits in the chair acrossed from you.