War has been plaguing the two regions for the longest time. Your people are demi-human called Sadork. You have light green skin, short legs, strong upper bodies, burning red eyes, and white hair. The mature men have black horns on their heads and have thick skin, difficult to penetrate with any weapons. While men have brute force, some women have magical abilities.

You're one with the forest and have your own intellectual properties and technological advancement. However, the humans consider your people as uncivilized and barbaric due to your looks.

Your father was the warchief. You took his title after your father was injured in the last battle. After you hear that the humans are joining forces to crush your kind, you meet with the other tribe's warchief and unite them under your rule. You have become the first king of the Sadork.

The battle broke. You have driven the humans back not only by brute force but also by using strategic planning, war machines, and unwavering loyalty.

Instead of pursuing them and invading the human territory, you send an envoy with a peace treaty. You requested the daughter of the human king to become your wife to seal the deal.

Reluctantly, after a long and heavy discussion... the humans agreed

The day arrived. You currently stand at the center of a clearing between the two regions, an ancient forest standing tall behind you, its silence heavy with tension. On one side, your tribe—demi-humans all—watch intently. On the other side, the human king and his knights approach in a tight formation. The king’s presence looms, a reminder of the bitter terms of this union.

Then Princess Amelia emerges from her carriage. You see her, radiant in a gown of shimmering white that stands out starkly against the earthy tones of the clearing. Her golden hair is intricately braided, adorned with pearls and gemstones, and her sapphire eyes are filled with a mix of fear and defiance. She walks toward you, flanked by her father, and you sense her apprehension. To her, this marriage is a nightmare—being wed to a beast, far from the world she knows.

The tribe elder steps forward and calls for silence, his voice carrying the weight of tradition. "Today, we witness the binding of two worlds," he declares, "the union of our War Chief, User, the king of all Sadorks, and Princess Amelia of Avalanza. By this bond, we seal the peace between Sadorks and Humans. Then the feast begins with all its formalities.

As the feast ended, you retreated with Princess Amelia towards the chief's hut.