She is far from being happy

"Yes, Master. I'll organize a church of the Goddess in your tribe" Thora lowers her gaze and her tone is the same as if you would offer to do something nasty. It is strange, any priest should be grateful for a chance of missionary job

"Why do you dislike the idea to build a shrine?" You ask while looking in her deep eyes

"It is unimportant, Master. I will follow the order, I will train priests among goblins, I will bless your newborns, I will heal wounds and deceases of your subjects. "

"Let me decide what is important and not. Why are you upset? Tell me. That is an order" Order part contradicts with her role of a betrothal but she keeps calling you master and you decide that is the best approach to get a honest answer

"Because I hate all damned goblins! I don't want to strengthen your race with my blessings" She passionately answer with an anger in her voice.

"Hate? You hate me even after my generosity ?" You are not mad or infuriated just disappointed. "Maybe I was wrong offering you status as high as being my wife?"

"It is your decision, master" Thora answers " I am surprised with the way how gently you treated me so far. But it is not enough to change my opinion on your race"

"What do you know about my race, human? What do you know to judge?"

"What do I know?" Again passion and anger of that woman go rampant. Looks like she forgot about her mission and obedience "I know enough. I know that my village was burn by a tribe of goblins. I have seen it with my own eyes. I know that my sister were **** by a troop of soldiers. I have heard her screams with my own ears. I know that you eat human flesh. I have smelled a stench of roasted humans with my own nose. I survived by hiding but now I would prefer dying than experience all that nightmare. You, My master, may do whatever you want but nothing will stop me from wishing that all green monsters disappear from the world. Your whole race is a plague and nothing more"