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Chapter 7 by Darth_Halford Darth_Halford

How goes it at home?

Return home to worse news

Made decent with the woman's kind gift, you make your way quickly through the streets. Though you didn't do anything criminally wrong, there's still a good chance that the Prince and his soldiers are on the lookout for you. Your journey is halted by having to look down every cross street or alleyway for guards, until you're finally within sight of Hilden Hall, the noble estate that was graciously given to your family. By the standards of the rest of the mansions and estates, its small and quaint, but the multiple wings and sturdy construction has still served well, along with the title that comes with it. Human servants look at you with a worrying gaze as they tend to the gardens that you walk through, vibrant shades of green with pink and blue flowers, a stark contrast of the utilitarian gray and of the streets behind you.

Your father is waiting for you in the doorway, his arms crossed, with an unusually stern look on his face.

"Well Silve, did you enjoy your time with the Royal Family today?"

His tone confuses you "Yes, of course. You're the one suggested that I go. Why do you ask?"

"Was I the one that suggested that you **** the princess?" The veil of anger quickly dissipated as he grabbed you by the arm and threw you inside, closing the door behind you.

"****? What are you talking about? I didn't"

"Spare me the story Silve. The prince's own regiment was here looking for you, claiming you did exactly that. The only reason I don't turn you in myself is because you're my son."

"I swear, dad, I did no such thing."

"Than why does the prince say you did?"

Your throat tightens in anxiety of the answer "Because he found us in her room, just after we had sex."

"Oh, so you're not denying the fact that you fornicated. This is sounding a lot like you digging your own grave."

"You have to believe me. Damn it father, we're in love!" Your shout was unexpected, accentuated further by the silence that followed. Each painful second, waiting for a reply, cut like a blade.

"I do believe you, son." He said quietly, angrily "Which is why this makes it all the more complicated for you. You will likely never see her again after today. Plans have been set in motion."

"Plans? What plans?"

"Betrothel. The Princess is to be married off to the Downings"

"The Downings? But that's that Skaldic country. The King is giving his eldest child and oldest daughter to the enemy?"

"If it means he doesn't have to admit to the public that his daughter is in love with an orc, yes."

"But, why? His father"

"Gave us our nobility. I know son, I was there. He's still human, and we're still orcs. There are limits to where human sympathy can go. Do you really expect him to risk his popularity and his throne for you?"

"No." You admit, angrily "but to sacrifice his own daughter like that. It's so unlike him. There has to be something to stop this."

"No, there doesn't. He's the king, and more to point, her father. He has every right to do this, even if it is just to spite you."

There's another long pause, as you lean against the wall, quietly thinking in shock.

"Though, it must be said Silve, there is an advantage to your predicament. You're already a criminal wanted for **** and high treason, so the real question is, what are you ready and willing to do outside the bounds of the law?"

What's next?

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