Helen had dutifully walked before her father's throne. Well, more like trampled there. For more than a few months, Orcish warlords and warriors of all kinds from so many tribes and nations had been achingly vying for her hand and attention. It was rather exciting, as each one had tested their strength against her own and there were more than a few good candidates. Even if considered not exactly handsome, or a little older, any that had come for her attention had well proven themselves capable. It was merely a notion of wittling down the list of whom she liked best.<br/><br/>She was rather vocal to her parents about which ones she thought would make her a good husband. Who would protect the tribe, and their family and would give her strong children. Even warriors wanted a family, and Helen was no exception. She longed to be a mother to a hoard of little warriors, and a devoted wife that would fight at the side of her husband. And if the day should come that he'd fall in battle, she would grab her ax and charge into an impossible warfare to hasten at his side in the grand halls to be with him once more. That was the love Helen had in mind, the love her mother had instilled she feel when taking a husband.<br/><br/>However... circumstances had now changed. The more King Aegon spoke... the more Helen's beaming and eager smile faltered at her father. The glisten of gold upon her tusks was the only brightness about her as that... PIG stepped forth from behind the throne of bones and swords her father sat upon. Those bulging rolls under his tunic gave away immediately that this man was weak, soft... and the way he looked at her caused Helen to actually snort in anger.<br/><br/>Those usually bright golden eyes darkened then to a near inky black cesspit. Large fists curled at her sides so tightly that the pointed claw-like nails of her hands broke the green flesh. "You... can't... be SERIOUS!" she suddenly bellowed out, looking past this UGLY filthy little human to her parents. In fact, she shoved him out of the way with the end of her ax as if he weren't there, stepping towards her father with a burning anger written in every line of her face. "I have for months been courting great warriors! Grunlock, Tarek, Mulrock, Wonred, Belfide! All FINE warriors from great families!" Blood dripped upon the floor from her palms as she sneered at Prince Trevor. "And you would marry me to this... this... PIG?! This soft-bellied pale-flesh could no sooner please a donkey as a husband, let alone ME!"<br/><br/>It was clear that Helen was NOT keeping secret how she felt about the arrangement. "I'll not do it! I'll not disgrace our tribe nor lay upon my back for him to hump my leg like a dog! My children - father-" she looked to her mother then, imploringly. "Mother, they would be halfbreeds! Weaklings like him! The humans would no sooner follow them or recognize as leaders than our tribe would! I would be disgraced, they would be illegitimate outcasts! Father, you're asking me to dethrone myself and our family! I would be no Queen, nothing but a glorified concubine for his lusts! AND BY ANCESTORS I WILL NOT BE A BROOD SOW TO THIS PIG!!"