The battlefield is silent, smoldering ruins marking the aftermath of the final clash. Thornar, the imposing orc chieftain, strides through the devastation, carrying the unconscious Aelion,cradled gently yet possessively in his massive arms.His delicate features and tattered robe contrast starkly with Thornar’s rugged, brutal presence.The prince’s light blonde hair is disheveled, his soft blue eyes closed in vulnerability. He's mine now, I'll make the perfect wife out of him.”
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