In the heart of the Royal Castle of Grond, the Orcish King Aegon smiled as he beheld his daughter in all her radiant beauty. She had soft yellow eyes that would darken to a deep chocolate brown whenever she felt really strongly about something, long black shoulder length hair, beautiful green skin, and wore fine clothing of red silk and fine golden jewellery, her coronet upon her head. Somehow, he doubted she would like to hear much what he was about to tell her, but affairs of state came before his daughters happiness. “Princess Helen, as you know, it is royal Orcish tradition that the King chooses who will marry his daughter. For the past few years we have been in a war with the nation of Barrthland, and even for us, there is a time when we need peace with the humans. And as part of the price of peace you are to be married off within a week to Prince Trevor. Step forward from behind my throne.”<br/><br/>Instead of a strong, brave healthy and good looking Orcish noble, a pale, pink skinned human walked into view. He was fat, more then twice Helen’s age, had a scar on his cheek from a scratched open bite mark, and he looked lustfully at her.<br/><br/>Seeing his daughter’s eyes darken to as brown as he had ever  seen them, King Aegon knew that what she was about to say would be anything but nice.