She needs respect

She pauses analyzing your words and then asks with hope in her eyes "Are you saying that if I'll prove your warriors my combat skills they will respect me and see more of me than fuck toy?"

You shake your hand in disbelief. Why is she assuming the worst things? Why she refuses to see the opportunities. Where is her self-confidence? "Sheila. You don't understand. I said them that you love me.... "

"Yes. Yes. They see that conquered not only my body but my mind. As I said, a slut" She lowers her head one more time but you lift her chin back up

"Silly. I repeat They believe that You love me. You love a goblin. Can't you see what that means? My people are tired of being hated and despised by just any sentient race. From elves to orcs. From humans to dwarves. The only chance to get a mate of other race is to **** and enslave. But you are different. Believe me they respect a woman that loves one of us. Also they respect you as a warrior, you killed five good soldiers when we caught you. "

"Yes. I remember" She is uneasy hearing words about her loving you and is glad to find a new topic "Relatives of the ones I killed must be hating me?"

"Why would they? It was a fair combat. " You answer looking in her eyes " Besides, being killed by someone of your status is a honor for a warrior." You don't know if that good question to ask but your curiosity demands the answer " Sheila, I want to know. Do you know why did you enjoy our wedding? I never hoped for that and I did everything to enjoy not give enjoyment to you"