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You had always enjoyed bringing your father lunch. Every day he worked hard at his job. It was the least you could. You had always enjoyed bringing your father lunch. Every day he worked hard at his job. It was the least you could do. He owned the local blacksmith shop and spent most of his days training the new apprentices. Father had been sick for quite some time. Back a few years ago he got sick with tuberculosis, but he never quite recovered. Sometimes at night he would awake you with his coughing and his hacking.
On this day in particular, you brought him some stew. You brought him stew most days, as it helped with all the coughing. He hated it. He much preferred cooked meat. But Stew was good for him.
During the summer he would hire a few helping hands in the form of orcs. One would be amazed at how many orcs long to be blacksmiths. One orc in particular caught your attention. His name was Kirga. He was incredibly strong, his muscles toned, scared and tattooed from years at war. His hair is long. Signifying his great strength.
You marched right into his place of work carrying the basket of stew in your hands. You walked past the crowds of men all on their lunch break. They all gave you dirty looks as you walked past. That was my least favorite part. You walked back to your father's office. You knocked on the door before walking in. “Ah. There is my beautiful daughter! The light of my life! Come here, let me look at you. I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you.” You walked up to your father and planted a kiss on his head. You placed his food in front of him. He looked at it with disappointment. “More stew?”
“It’s good for you, and you know it!”
“Sometimes I think you’re trying to kill me.” you chuckled at his remark. He dug into his food despite his negative comments. A few moments of silence passed. “I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve been getting weaker, so I’ve decided to hire some help around the house and the farm.”
“But Dad!” You protested.
“Don’t get yourself in a twist, my dear, I hired someone that I think you will be most pleased with.”
“Kirga.” Your face turned to a fiery shade of red.
“I do not know what you are talking about.” You lied, and your dad knew it too.
“Yes you do! You are sweet on him! I might be just an old man, but I know love when I see it.”
“I do not love him, father. I’d call it more of a fancy.” He smiled.
“Call it what you will.” he looked down at his pocket watch and winced. “It’s time to go back to work.” He stood slowly, as if he would shatter into a million pieces. You automatically went to his aid, supporting him as he tried to stand. “ Kirga!” He called. Within seconds Kirga was at the door.
“Walk my daughter home please. It is a full moon tonight, and full moons make people do crazy things.”
“Yes Sir.” He waved his hand at you then gestured towards the door. You walked out first then he followed suit.
“You know you do not actually have to walk me home.”
“It's the boss's orders.” He gave you a side glare. It was one that was filled with kindness yet sternness.
The street was busy as you two walked down the middle of it. All types of vendors were out today. A certain flower Shop caught your eye. You looked at all the different flowers. You loved how each one was unique in shape, size, and color.
“I see you have noticed the flowers.” Kirga spoke.
“I noticed that you were looking at the flowers.” He stopped.
“Oh, yes! I was just admiring their beauty. Like the one in the middle, it’s gorgeous.” Without another word Kirga began to walk right up to the booth. Confused, you sat and stared with curiosity. He came back to you, bouquet in hand. A bright red tint painted your face.
“They are beautiful. Thank you.” He reached down and grabbed your hand. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of it.
“Yes they are. However, not as beautiful as you.” You did not think it was possible, but your cheeks became more flushed. He just turned away and smiled.
You stopped on the front step of the porch. A slight tension hung heavy in the air.
“Thank you for walking me home Kirga.” You said.
“It was my honor.” Once more he grabbed your hand, this time pulling you close.”Y/n.” He spoke softly. In his other hand he held something, which he held out to you. A small bracelet with orcish beads covering it. “Will you let me court you?”
