I expanded the territory for the queen, but I was regarded as vulgar. I turned around and fell in love with my orc sister. The queen regretted it again.

Queen Aethelred, famed across kingdoms for her breathtaking beauty, chose *me* of all people to be her Consort Queen.

Every time I returned in my armor from battle, she’d look at me with utter disdain, "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Then, after eight years, I found myself clinging to life by a thread. She glared at the woman holding me, her eyes filled with chilling malice.

"You're abandoning me for *this* beast-kin?" she fumed, her voice dripping with fury.

Yup, because a younger woman is just incredibly enchanting.

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