Cold beads of sweat dripped down his porcine skin, he subconsciously hug the green individual next to him tighter. Tears pour down wetting the backside of the sleeping orc, startling him awake, his yellowish eyes snapped open in alert.
"Bazel?" Garret spoke in a concerned tone, Bazel's strong muscular arms holding onto Garret's waist tighter, a sob escaped the unconscious General's thin lips. Garret furrows his brows in concern "It's alright Bazel it wasn't your fault" the orc spoke gently despite his rough way of speaking; he caresses the arms wrapped around his waist hoping to soothe the sleeping general who was reliving his memories from early childhood.
"I am sorry Roman, I should have never let you come that day" Bazel's voice cracked in a whisper. The orc pried the young general arms off of him so he could be freer of movement; He sat up and cradle the white-haired general with a set of snowflake wings on his back.
Garret always adored the general wings. His wings looked like snowflakes, showing off of his snow fae heritage even when he met Bazel as a teenager he had fallen in love with his combat abilities. Garret himself used to be an orc Warrior one of the best orc warriors in his stronghold.
He found himself in a flashback to his younger years, back then the general was a lieutenant at the ripe age of fifteen, he lead a small group of soldiers to their stronghold that day he couldn't forget.
That beautiful fae prince that can cause nations to collapse to the ground by his looks alone stood proudly outside their staked walls, his rat tail white hair flew wildly in the wind that day, the look he had given to him that day sent him pleasant shivers down his spine.
He lead the charge by flapping his wings fiercely clashing with his head on using his snow cover palm to deflect his Battle Axe "You're a worthy opponent, it would be an honour to kill you or be killed by you" Garret spoke roughly with a manic gleam in his yellowish eyes "Likewise" Bazel agreed with a bloodthirsty look covering his features the longer that they fault the more unhinged they became.
Their faces were covered in blush with a bit of drool making its way down its chin. How could Garret ever forget that spell he cast? "Here my command, I the fourth prince of the winter fae kingdom command the snow and ice bend to my will to attack my for!" he exclaimed, magical particles expanded widely creating deadly snowflake stars; aiming at his vitals.
Garret the orc Warrior wouldn't go down without a fight "Earth please lend me your power, I Garret Yellowstone hope to use your power to help face off of my enemies!" Garret chanted, yellow particles took form and shape around his body forming armour made of wood and dirt covering him head to toe.
He successfully blocked the snowflake stars at a price; his armour shattered like glass landing onto the ground luckily only one of the stars managed to leave a mark on his chest imprinting a snowflake mark. He cough up a mouthful of blood but held his head high.
Before Garret could realize it wasn't just him and Bazel fighting against each other anymore, a good majority of orc Warriors had already fallen only a few remained protecting the innocents of their beloved stronghold. At that moment he saw his leader's head rolling into the frozen ground singling that they had lost the fight.
Garret was the next in line to be the chief, making a firm decision he put his hands up in surrender "We of the frost orc clan will surrender to the winter fae kingdom" he announced thinking it is best for his clan than to have the innocents lives lost; only five orc warriors remained. One of the ice fae soldiers tries to behead him "stand down, we will bring them before the king to decide their fate" Bazel lazuri states bluntly with a chilling gaze replacing his Previous battle frantic look.
The soldier flinched in fear; Garret's admiration flew even higher almost high enough to reach the heaven's he would even dare say. Despite him and the other orc warriors being sentenced as slaves, the innocents of his stronghold were made into maids and butlers. Garret felt happy that the sole orcs he was protecting wouldn't face the same fate as him and the other remaining orc warriors, he let out a sigh of relief.
Luckily he was assigned to the fae known as the fourth prince of the winter fae kingdom also known as today world General Bazel lazuri. Garret would do chores and help assist Bazel in any way possible eventually they became close, his admiration bloomed into something much more powerful. A foreign feeling, it was labelled as the word love before Garret knew it he was head over heels for more than just the fourth prince power but for who he was.
Prince Bazel, strangely enough, accepted his feels by a passionate and affectionate kiss full of longing and loneliness. The orc witness his interaction with his blood mother the royal consort, who at every chance should belittle him and find any small errors that he had.
I felt sympathy for this prince despite our small age gap, I came from a large loving orc family that supports every decision that I made without question asked if I was sure.
A beautiful woman with hair fluffy white hair like clouds barged in unannounced one day, she wore a silver colour robe that hugged her curves perfectly, her face scrunched up into distaste at the scene before her. Bazel that begged his father to make Garret his bodyguard was eating his face as they groped each other with hitched breaths. They notice a moment too late when the royal concert barge inside "First you forfeit your position to the crown and now you are eating some orc slave face-off" his mother snarled in hatred striding forward raising her hand with long pointy blue nails with little white gems on them. Slap!
Garret flew across the room, soon afterwards Bazel follow suit with a kick to the gut "I didn't give birth to some orc fucker" she hollered being unreasonable, frantically tossing his Bazel prized possessions across the room at Bazel breaking them on his head. The war god he saw back then only curled up into a fetus.
"P-please madam a-any more and you will kill him!" he hiccup never feeling so weak and helpless at the same time, she stopped her enraged attacks on her son. Her chilly gaze that could kill him just by a look alone contracted at the orc claim.
She smiled a bone-chilling smile "Since you love my son so much you can take the rest of his discipline" she snarled at the orc slave who coward away from her, he subconsciously reached his slave collar 'if only I could just-' he thought with a look of sadness "I will do anything for him" Garret smiled weakly, opening his arms welcoming the beating. He grunted in pain but it was worth it 'if it's for him, I'll do anything' his smile widen on his agonizing face.