Helga watched as the behemoth who reeked of carnage and brutality walked over. He stopped just before her, his lazy eyes looking down at her. With a confrontational smile, Helga took a step closer, lifting her nose high full of pride and arrogance. The air around them seemed to twist as sparks of tension exploded. Despite having marched for a week, Astrom and his men didn't look tired.
"You are my new wife?" With a dismissive voice, Astrom asked. Helga's lip twitched at his words.
"And you are King Astrom." Blowing the air out his nostrils he nodded before looking around at the army that followed Helga. Helga did the same before her eyes landed on a dwarf who was out of place. Her face contorted not a physical disgust as she looked back at Astrom. "Why have you brought that thing here?"
