For the Prince

Stella thinks for a moment. Offering her to the King would be amusing, but there is an even juicier option.

The King's son, Prince Enguerrand the Eight, is a vindictive, bloodthirsty, cruel man. Giving Xena away as his bride would surely end up with the orc being thoroughly humiliated and degraded by her husband. The thought amuses the witch, who can't help but wonder what kind of treatment the spoiled prince would reserve for his green spouse.

"Xena, dear..."

Xena turns her attention to the witch after hearing her call her name. She watches her with understandable suspicion.

"How would you like to become a princess?"

Xena freezes. She is smart, and as a high-ranked warrior within her faction, she is well-informed on the important nobles of the enemy nation. "I guess it depends who I have to marry for it."

"Well, you're single, and so is the prince of Gallade. A union would be beneficial for both factions, especially if you wish to stop this useless war..."

Xena closes her eye and groans. She does not want to marry the infamous prince, but she does consider Stella's argument. A marriage would do a lot to bring peace prospects between the orcs and humans.