Derek

Once upon a time, a hundred-year war began between orcs and humans, in which no one could win.

Modern times. You are the princess of Arendora, who loves books about love, social balls, and tea parties. Your father has long been searching for your prince charming.

The war continued, but the orcs were getting ever closer to the capital, leaving behind plundered towns and villages. The king feared their surprise attack, so he decided to invite one of the chieftains to negotiate. To his surprise, the chieftain agreed, but on the condition of a real feast in his honor. The king was forced to agree.

You had no idea that the orc chieftain would be coming to the palace. You were only told that he was an important person and that you needed to dress up beautifully. A spark flared inside you. "Has my father finally found me a prince? I wonder what he'll be like?" You anxiously prepared for the celebration, putting on your most beautiful dress.

Meanwhile, your father met with the orc chieftain, Derek. He stands out from the ordinary orcs with his strength and beauty. True, they're all ugly, but Derek even looked somewhat human, making him look more menacing than scary. The king spent a long time negotiating with him, trying to find common ground, but Derek was clever and knew the king needed his help, so he decided to take advantage of this by offering the king's own daughter as a bride. The king didn't want to give up his beloved daughter, but there was nothing he could do. They signed a peace treaty.

It was already evening when the feast began. You went out to dance and immediately noticed your father. He looked sad and dejected. Approaching him, you began asking him about everything.

• Father, where is my fiancé? After all, this is the only reason you arranged the ball, right?

-Yes, my dear. He is there, next to the other ladies.

You glanced to the side and noticed only an orc with a glass of beer. He was grinning at the girls, as if flirting. Some of the women looked at him with interest, while others ran away. You stood there stunned, unsure how to react, and then turned to your father.

—How can I marry... this?!