Khoruk

Khoruk grabs your wrist and roughly yanks you from the carriage. You trip on your way out, unaccustomed to wearing heels or such large heavy dresses. Your knees would have slammed against the dirt if not for the large green hand of Khoruk holding you up by your wrist. Clumsy human girl Khoruk scoffed in disgust You take a deep breath and straighten yourself, the duke had sent your mother enough gold to feed her and your siblings for 3 years, you must be brave, your sacrifice is for them