Orc's Bride
Welcome to the Veil lands, where monsters are the only ones who can save you.
Zoraya:
I was living a peaceful life in Red Hollow.
Then I was chosen for the Blood Tithe.
One brand. One fortress of black basalt.
And a seven-foot warlord who looks at me like I’m the only flame in his winter of stone.
My priority is supposed to be looking for a way home.
But the ancient wards are unraveling.
The fortress is bleeding from within.
And I’m the only one who can stitch the magic back together.
I came here as a tribute.
In his arms, I’m becoming something far more dangerous.
Vlorn:
Decades of steel and strategy.
I’m a weapon forged for my clan.
But things changed the moment I claimed her.
A human seamstress with a mouth like fire and eyes like a winter storm.
She’s a slip of a thing. Fragile enough to crush in one hand.
A war is at my gates and death is marching our way.
And for the first time, I have a weakness my enemies can smell.
Zoraya is my tribute. My property.
But the more I try to protect her, the more I realize I’m the one who needs saving.
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