Monstrous Wedding Part One
Garekk (male orc) x Adeline
I sighed as my mother fussed over my hair. She’s been working on it for the past hour, saying that I have to look perfect for our big day. It figures that my marriage is for the town and not me.
My father struck a deal years ago with the orc chieftain of the neighboring tribe that once I came of age I would marry his son. Our marriage is to insure the safety of the town. Not for happiness and love like I always thought it would be.
So now here I am, with my mother and a group of maids fussing over me. I look ridiculous. I look like a completely different person. The powder on my face makes me look too pale, the charcoal around my eyes makes me look like a raccoon, and don’t even get me started on my hair. I never thought my hair could look this big. It’s awful. If I could I would find a closet to hide in and stay there for the rest of the night. They’ll probably notice that I’m missing though.
“Oh you look amazing,” my mother squealed. The lack of sarcasm in her voice making me cringe. How this could be someone’s beauty standard I will never know.
“...thank you mother,” I mumbled, knowing that arguing with her is futile.
“What did I say about mumbling, your husband will not tolerate this kind of behavior. Though I’m sure you’ll learn soon after that savage has to correct you the first time.”
I cringed at the thought. I’ve never met my betrothed, all I know is his name, Garekk. I’ve only ever caught a glimpse of a few orcs when I was younger. They didn’t leave the best impression. Before my father made the deal with the chieftain the town suffered from constant raids. I was peeking out of a window during a raid when I saw them. They were easily twice the size of any man I’ve ever met. So I’m sure that being corrected by someone that size would most certainly kill me.
“Adeline! Are you listening to me?” She asked, effectively knocking me out of my thoughts. “I swear that brute is going to have quite a time teaching you how to behave.”
“Do try to behave though. If you get sent back for being defective your father and I will never hear the end of it. Just do whatever he says and hopefully we won’t have to deal with such an embarrassment.”
“...yes mother,” I said quietly, not even fazed at the fact that she doesn’t care if I can be beaten. If she cared about my wellbeing she wouldn’t just stand by as father beats me whenever I step out of line.
She huffed, opening her mouth to start lecturing me again. She was cut off when a light knock sounded at the door. After a sharp “what” from my mother a maid popped her head in and told us that the ceremony would be starting soon.
My mother squealed and ushered me out of the room and down the stairs to my awaiting father.
He looked over at me and scoffed, “it took you two hours to make her look like that.” At least someone realizes how ridiculous I look.
“Oh honey doesn’t she look beautiful. Just like how I looked when we got married!”
He just scoffed again and grabbed my arm as the music began.
Everything was a blur as he walked me down the isle and handed me away to the person I would be spending the rest of my life with.
I barely even registered it when the priest started speaking. Somehow in my dazed state I managed to say my vows. Soon enough he was grabbing my hand and leading me down the isle and into a carriage.
Once we were both safely inside he turned to me with a big grin on his face, “are you ready?”
